<?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-3124073764958059825</id><updated>2012-01-23T18:03:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Was It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3081670141439061167</id><published>2011-01-01T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:48:10.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year; a new beginning!</title><content type='html'>i would say 2010 has been a pretty good year for me! i wouldn't go so far as to say 2010 was perfect (because i have not been a good boy to a certain extent) but there were certainly many good things that happened to me, many things that i would always cherish for many years to come, and someone who loves me so much no matter what!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas and nye's celebration with kj felt so good and warm and although it is my second time, i still feel like a little child again; full of joy and love and surprise! i cannot believe how i lived before this..and i cannot imagine how i can ever live without this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off i would like to remember some very nice quotes given to me by my loved one in 2010 that i treasured very much!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"in my dreams i'm christmasing with you. holidays are joyful. there's always something new. but everyday's a holiday when i'm near to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to love is to receive a glimpse of heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you 2010, and welcome 2011. be good to me 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3081670141439061167?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3081670141439061167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3081670141439061167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3081670141439061167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3081670141439061167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='a new year; a new beginning!'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3184083208222756408</id><published>2010-11-22T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:32:29.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want; i already have</title><content type='html'>Si me ves hallarás en mis ojos el amor&lt;br /&gt;eres tú la mitad que a mi vida completó&lt;br /&gt;Lo que soy te daré sin miedo a algun error&lt;br /&gt;creo en ti y dejaré en tus manos mi ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estar dentro de tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Poder lograr que me ames como yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I only wanna be the man&lt;br /&gt;to give you everything I can&lt;br /&gt;every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;love you for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna change the world&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're my girl&lt;br /&gt;it's more than enough,&lt;br /&gt;just to be the man you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser el lugar donde puedas refugiar&lt;br /&gt;el temor y calmar en mis brazos tu ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;Desde hoy voy a ser todo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ayer te soñé y ahora estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Quiero oir tus secretos, lo que sueñes descubrir,&lt;br /&gt;quiero amarte así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna be the man&lt;br /&gt;to give you everything I can&lt;br /&gt;every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;love you for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna change the world&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're my girl&lt;br /&gt;it's more than enough,&lt;br /&gt;just to be the man you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the man you love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3184083208222756408?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3184083208222756408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3184083208222756408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3184083208222756408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3184083208222756408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-i-want-i-already-have.html' title='what i want; i already have'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3627404676205055498</id><published>2010-11-18T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:32:59.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do you leave me in between siamese cities?</title><content type='html'>times like this i wish i didn't have a brain so i wouldn't think so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some peace and some release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not going to be a sleepless night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3627404676205055498?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3627404676205055498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3627404676205055498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3627404676205055498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3627404676205055498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-you-leave-me-in-between-siamese.html' title='why do you leave me in between siamese cities?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2264467498201597802</id><published>2010-10-31T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:46:57.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because</title><content type='html'>because you're still the last thing on my mind before i sleep and the first when i wake&lt;br /&gt;because i still light up like a 500,000 kilowatt bulb when i get a message from you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;because i still can't wait to meet you whenever i can&lt;br /&gt;because i still love giving you surprises&lt;br /&gt;because you still give me butterflies&lt;br /&gt;because i see a great future with you&lt;br /&gt;because you're everything&lt;br /&gt;because (etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i'm yours &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2264467498201597802?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2264467498201597802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2264467498201597802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2264467498201597802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2264467498201597802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/10/because.html' title='because'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6910607186329626313</id><published>2010-09-21T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:17:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to disappear completely(and never be found)</title><content type='html'>once again, exactly a year on, i am here for a lack of anyone to talk to(and a lack of ability to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how ironic that now i'm here i have nothing to say! or rather, i don't exactly know what or how to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that things didn't get different; that things could be simple. i don't like complicating things and i never did and i hate that it happens more than i want it to. i know that this 'person' you see isn't me but i don't know why he manages to take control so easily. it pains me so much that the only person i want to not see me that way; sees me that way. &lt;\3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the hurt:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6910607186329626313?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6910607186329626313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6910607186329626313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6910607186329626313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6910607186329626313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-disappear-completelyand-never-be.html' title='how to disappear completely(and never be found)'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6021203132379610674</id><published>2010-05-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:09:21.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning glory</title><content type='html'>it all started on 24aug2008, at 5 in the morning specially to wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again for any subsequent race i'd done after that in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was every tuesday morning at 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was today again at 630am for my first ahm training of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whatever reason, at whatever time; every single time she does it, it puts a huge huge huge smile on my face. when i'm cold, alone, sleepy, and tired, having that is the best way to jumpstart my day because i am reminded once again of the love, care, and dedication that i get from her. and it makes me so so so happy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6021203132379610674?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6021203132379610674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6021203132379610674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6021203132379610674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6021203132379610674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/05/morning-glory.html' title='morning glory'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8751630698881704625</id><published>2010-04-17T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:28:33.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem with time</title><content type='html'>here and now, daryl, here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a symbol of eternity. it wipes out all sense of time destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8751630698881704625?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8751630698881704625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8751630698881704625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8751630698881704625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8751630698881704625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/04/problem-with-time.html' title='the problem with time'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8642986637908508323</id><published>2010-03-18T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:52:56.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last..</title><content type='html'>at last, i managed to do something for my girlfriend when she's sick(because she doesn't fall sick that often and when she does i always seem to be stuck in school you see..) Haha so i had my chance today! surprised her(for once) with a chocolate sundae (not strawberry-cos strawberry sundaes are for bitches) and a hot cake with sausage meal!(comes with hashbrown and hot tea if you didnt realize) we had a great breakfast together!:) and yea i did it because i believe that when you're sick, you dont want something that you KNOW will make you feel better, but doesn't..not right away anyway(aka pills), but rather, you'd want something that actually DOES make you feel better! like chocolate sundae and macs breakfast XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. this is what i'd envisioned posting so i'm just gonna post it as i want XD you're the only one who ever reads this anyway hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8642986637908508323?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8642986637908508323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8642986637908508323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8642986637908508323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8642986637908508323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-last.html' title='at last..'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-219918110269165276</id><published>2010-02-15T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:55:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post celebratory mood</title><content type='html'>yesterday made me really happy for so many reasons! reasons that i'd actually known all along already but yea it was further reinforced last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's amazing how we don't NEED to go somewhere special and do something special to actually FEEL special. i guess being with that special someone is all we ever need. it's all i ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the expense of sounding really snobbish, i think that's what sets us apart from everyone else and that's what makes us so much more awesome than everyone else. we're seriously in a league of our own!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, in simple terms, what i'm trying to say is that. this is the stuff that dreams are made of; and that this is the stuff that lasts the test of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is FINALLY better than your dreams' &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-219918110269165276?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/219918110269165276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=219918110269165276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/219918110269165276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/219918110269165276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-celebratory-mood.html' title='post celebratory mood'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7936732068151305087</id><published>2010-02-09T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:49:59.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>universal truth</title><content type='html'>you was it&lt;br /&gt;you are it&lt;br /&gt;you will always be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;you and only you&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-7936732068151305087?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7936732068151305087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=7936732068151305087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7936732068151305087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7936732068151305087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2010/02/universal-truth.html' title='universal truth'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3368347816978935265</id><published>2010-01-31T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:42:43.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's true</title><content type='html'>the past is a grotesque animal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3368347816978935265?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3368347816978935265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8442821865612314254</id><published>2009-12-28T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:44:34.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeee i waaaant a huuuula hoop</title><content type='html'>25dec2009 has truly shown me what christmas is and is all about. it's about being with the person you love, sharing the warmth and joy, and giving yourself freely for that special one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have personally never experienced a christmas like this one and i hope i'd be having christmases like this for many many years to come! in fact, i'm sure i would!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best.christmas.ever!(so far!) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8442821865612314254?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8442821865612314254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8442821865612314254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8442821865612314254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8442821865612314254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-i-want-hula-hoop.html' title='meeee i waaaant a huuuula hoop'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-385383241452810749</id><published>2009-12-21T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:36:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love askmen.com haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't overreact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to feel jealous, as long as you can contain and channel it in a positive manner. Keep in mind that having other guys flirt with your girlfriend is normal -- just consider it as flattery on both your parts. As long as she looks but doesn't touch, what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what is really happening, not what you perceive to be happening because with time, you may end up having difficulty distinguishing fact from fiction, and you don't want to kill an otherwise perfect relationship over things that never really happened. Don't let your imagination dictate the kind of person she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that she chose you for a reason and there is no need for her to be so easily tempted elsewhere. Remind yourself that you're every bit as deserving as those guys you feel threatened by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in overcoming jealousy comes your evaluation of the relationship. If you've made it this far, there has to be a reason for it. Focus on these positive points before moving on to any negative ones. Chances are that the good points outweigh the bad ones, otherwise one of you would have thrown in the towel by now. By comparing the real relationship to your internal feelings of jealousy, you should gain balance and realize competitors will have a hard time taking her away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inflate your ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this feeling is internal, the biggest step in overcoming jealousy is to work on yourself. Feeling jealous about her relationship with another guy has much more to do with you than it does with him. To overcome this, you have to boost your self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to remind yourself how great you are. The very fact that she's with you means you have beaten all the other men in the world. Any rivals can't just waltz in and take her away because you're already miles ahead of the game. Channel time and effort into the relationship to make her happy, and when she tells you “You're the best,” it'll do wonders for your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming jealousy involves not just concentrating on the relationship, but also increasing your self-opinion in all other areas. Take pride in the things you're good at, take more time with the hobbies and interests you enjoy and excel at, and surround yourself with people who think you're just swell. Get a haircut, buy a sharp new suit... do whatever you can to remind yourself that you're the bomb, and you won't worry about all the other guys in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trace all future episodes of jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep track of all your future feelings of jealousy. If you find yourself suspicious or angry about another guy, sit down and analyze it. Get a clear idea as to why you feel threatened, listing all the reasons on your side and his. Then try to rationalize why these feelings are justified. Attempt to imagine the world in which all the crazy thoughts are true, and you'll find that all the pieces just won't add up. Eventually, you'll come to dismiss your jealous thoughts as quickly as they crop up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-385383241452810749?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/385383241452810749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=385383241452810749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/385383241452810749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/385383241452810749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-askmencom-haha.html' title='i love askmen.com haha'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-1562949797070030186</id><published>2009-12-21T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:14:28.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is right where it's supposed to be</title><content type='html'>this year has been really really really good to me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is real, real is love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling, feeling love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is wanting to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is touch, touch is love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is reaching, reaching love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is asking to be loved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is you, &lt;br /&gt;You and me, &lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing, &lt;br /&gt;We can be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is free, free is love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is living, living love, &lt;br /&gt;Love is needing to be loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-1562949797070030186?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/1562949797070030186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=1562949797070030186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1562949797070030186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1562949797070030186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year-has-been-really-really-really.html' title='everything is right where it&apos;s supposed to be'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2652312712648083453</id><published>2009-12-21T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:06:45.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was dreaming of the past,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart was beating fast,&lt;br /&gt;I began to lose control,&lt;br /&gt;I began to lose control,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I made you cry,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a jealous guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling insecure,&lt;br /&gt;You might not love me any more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering inside,&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to catch your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Thought that you were trying to hide,&lt;br /&gt;I was swallowing my pain,&lt;br /&gt;I was swallowing my pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2652312712648083453?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2652312712648083453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2652312712648083453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2652312712648083453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2652312712648083453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/12/wake-me.html' title='wake me'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6137087511370310889</id><published>2009-11-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:58:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember remember</title><content type='html'>promise promise promise promise promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6137087511370310889?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6137087511370310889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6137087511370310889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6137087511370310889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6137087511370310889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-remember.html' title='remember remember'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7915161862785997606</id><published>2009-10-14T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:27:29.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irony?</title><content type='html'>haha on my way to school today i realized that there's an ITE directly opposite NUS and like the students from both schools share the same busstop. was it the government's plan to motivate both sides? do well and you jump to one side, do badly you jump over to the other side. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited 16oct09)&lt;br /&gt;after a detailed discussion with kj on this very important topic, we've come to conclude that what the government is trying to say is YOU SEE! YOU SCREWED YOURSELF OVER AND NOW YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO NUS yeah.it's like..rubbing it in their face man haha&lt;br /&gt;and today i went by that busstop again and like i realized on the ITE side, there isn't really a busstop..that means they have to ALWAYS walk over to the NUS side and sit and mingle amoung the NUS students and listen to stuff they'd probably never understand.yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited 22oct09)&lt;br /&gt;studying isnt everything right? sometimes we gotta do some sports and stuff to keep our bodies fit and well. some people get fit and well better than others but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! two days ago i went for cross country training at the NUS track and guess what i saw! ITE students training there too!! how awesome it is that NUS extended their warm hospitality to our friendly neighbours across the AYE! it's like saying.."come over guys! come train over here! look you're IN NUS but not exactly IN IN NUS! come mix with some of these guys so that you can bruise your ego and realize what a crap load of shit you have done with your lives! see what you could have been if you hadn't screwed yourself over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realized, SP and NP are also relatively near to NUS. haha. suck it up losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-7915161862785997606?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7915161862785997606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=7915161862785997606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7915161862785997606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7915161862785997606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/10/irony.html' title='irony?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6373250015755570732</id><published>2009-09-21T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:22:25.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to disappear completely</title><content type='html'>for a lack of someone to talk to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the worst day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;for this day i made you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6373250015755570732?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6373250015755570732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6373250015755570732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6373250015755570732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6373250015755570732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-disappear-completely.html' title='how to disappear completely'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-290063414308942708</id><published>2009-04-10T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:48:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because, because.</title><content type='html'>to my bestest best friend of all time (you know who you are) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were sitting&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting on the Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;Every moment was so precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting&lt;br /&gt;They were talking under Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna waste a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, cold water bring me 'round&lt;br /&gt;Now my feet won't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;Cold, cold water what ya say?&lt;br /&gt;When it's such…&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;We were walking up to Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the morning&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People moving all the time&lt;br /&gt;Inside a perfectly straight line&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna just curve away?&lt;br /&gt;When it's such…&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sky could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you it's a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you it’s a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be blue,&lt;br /&gt;Could be gray&lt;br /&gt;Without you I’m just miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you it’s a waste of time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-290063414308942708?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/290063414308942708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=290063414308942708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/290063414308942708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/290063414308942708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberry-swing.html' title='because, because.'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2752420555722513604</id><published>2009-01-02T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:44:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next page please</title><content type='html'>and so it is 2009.(quite anti climax only post on the day after the first day of the year.FAIL! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's been a long time since i've written in here. and by write i mean like proper proper writing and not like posting pictures and songs up and like stupid point form entries haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was quite a special year for me..a year of many firsts..a year of many lasts(hopefully) and a year of new beginnings and a year of unfortunate/fortunate endings. i daresay 2008 has had a major impact on me. i think differently and sort my thoughts out in a different manner. i'm not sure it this is what they mean by maturing but i like this change because i feel that this change will make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back on 2008, i feel that i have accomplished alot of things i never actually set out to achieve ( i don't believe in new year resolutions see). i have completed the national service chapter of my life, and hopefully it ends there in ocs - i got my reservist unit but i don't really have an appointment see:)  the next part of my life will naturally be my tertiary studies. still not so sure of what i should do but we'll leave that to another time. in the mean time i should be working at ocbc up till just before i enroll. (i just came back from the interview and i think it went well) as such, my short term goals from now till i start uni, is to - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. not get fired&lt;br /&gt;2. go for my holiday in australia&lt;br /&gt;3. train consistently&lt;br /&gt;4. compete in more races&lt;br /&gt;5. learn to drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess for the rest of 2009 i will be in uni and i bet that time period from aug to dec will pass super fast so i won't really have much goals to set for myself. i don't know what to expect and i shall not anyway. but i do know i wanna start playing squash in uni again. it is such an awesome game. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i'll be going for stars concert with ethel and her classmates next wed! yay how exciting haha although i don't exactly know anyone else but oh wells we got like some balcony seats where like the whole booth is gonna belong to us so yea it'll be pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was looking through and sorting my drawers a few weeks back and i found so many things i kinda forgot was there like a PARANG! haha seriously. and like i had this few black notebooks where i penned down my thoughts when i had just enlisted and was bored in tekong. it was quite interesting to see what i was thinking about while i was there. there was this particular entry i remember writing while waiting for my turn to go fire the rifle at the range. i was going on about what would happen if everyone single person in china were to make a jump at the exact same time. all one point don't know how many billion of them were to jump at the same time - will the earth be shifted slightly out of its axis? and if that were to happen, will we just spiral out of the sun's gravity and like float off into the universe and ultimately die cos the earth will freeze over? (okay if my physics like theories are flawed in any way pls pardon me.i was in army.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found out that i had quite alot of letters in my drawers and i had just put them into different piles. i spent christmas eve sorting those letters out and reading them again and putting them all in order in a nice corner of my drawer. it was nice to re-read those letters with such warm and comforting (and also funny) letters from so many friends. however it also reminded me of all the friends i had lost contact with. i had a strong urge to call up one of my primary school classmates and wish him merry christmas but i don't know why i didn't do it in the end.damn. i don't know if i will ever get down to calling him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea speaking of which, 2008 was also a special year to me because i had made quite a few close friends that i am sure i will keep for a lonnnggg time. also, i had renewed lost(temporarily) friendships that meant alot to 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href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/12/failblog.html' title='failblog'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2400800840756103486</id><published>2008-12-19T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:22:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>familiar?</title><content type='html'>haha and onceeeee again..something i have stolen from E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag me if you wish and:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours (ok not really if you don't want to haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2400800840756103486?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2400800840756103486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2400800840756103486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2400800840756103486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2400800840756103486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/12/familiar.html' title='familiar?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3560230308706750734</id><published>2008-11-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:38:03.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(not so) silent shouts for help</title><content type='html'>heyeeaahh pleaseee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note (and a summarized one at that):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) first ever bike crash&lt;br /&gt;2) ORD&lt;br /&gt;3) new job&lt;br /&gt;4) stand chart 10k&lt;br /&gt;5) huge mess in my room now from alllll the army things i had but just dumped in my bunk like seriouslllly i didnt realize i had THAT much junk with me all this time haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3560230308706750734?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3560230308706750734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3560230308706750734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3560230308706750734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3560230308706750734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-silent-shouts-for-help.html' title='(not so) silent shouts for help'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7444029446380574256</id><published>2008-09-12T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:30:16.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent shouts for help</title><content type='html'>and i have got a....(wait for it)...ROAD BIKE! haha yes yes finally! first hand; exactly what i wanted; and within my budget as well although i must say it is a ridiculous way to get fit as compared to running...like hell shit i gotta buy this and this and that and that and in the end you realize you're spending sooo much it's a super slippery slope and you just keep falling and falling deeper and deeper.haha.shit i'm in a very repetitive mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND must i add it's so damn dangerous to cycle on the roads! especially at boon lay area gosh the buses are insane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have completed The Unbearable Lightness of Being and i LOVE IT! really awesome book and now i'm on Love in the Time of Cholera..i hope it will be just as good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also in possession of Life is Elsewhere and i can't decide which to start on first..hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna ord soon. and i have come to realize that i will indeed miss the life i have been experiencing...the resort like facilities in camp...the ultimate complete freedom and unaccountability of myself from 530pm to 8am the next morning...the cheap canteen food..the free cookhouse food...the friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok what i don't miss..work..work..work..HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have roughly 8 weeks left and my boss has forced me to clear my leaves..i have 16 days..that means...3 day work week from now till ORD! YAY..awesome..i'm gonna be quite bored at home i have to start thinking...and when i ord, i need a job! any lobangs anyone?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm bored of reading my own posts so peaceout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try listening to The Knife if you're bored.or Patrick Wolf.you may like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-7444029446380574256?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7444029446380574256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=7444029446380574256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7444029446380574256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7444029446380574256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-shouts-for-help.html' title='silent shouts for help'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8055066408644052032</id><published>2008-08-11T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:46:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grand national / massive attack</title><content type='html'>felt a compulsion to fill this up once again as i'm on LEAVE today and yea nothing much to do today..not that i am complaining i'm really trippy happy i'm not getting much calls from office!:)haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realized i've been very ambiguous about my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway i started my day with breakfast at macs with ethel at united square..pretty awesome catching up and all and time like just flew out the window like - PEW! haha. talked about music,sports(running basically), books(literature), sch(her's), army(mine), life in general and yada yada yada before i had to make a move so that she could start studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home now and i'm wondering why i have a compulsion to check fb every single time i get home lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to find a good bike deal online(first or second hand i don't care) and actively trying to wiki up the inheritance of loss to find out what the hell the book is actually about...i've completed the book but i'm quite certain i've missed the point completely..i'm not gonna read it again though so yea haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up on my list: the unbearable lightness of being (amanda's recommendation), the great gatsby (ethel's recommendation) and eventually a clockwork orange (sister's recommendation). all of which i will only partially understand and thus have to rely on wiki again haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got my ipod a couple of weeks back with COLOUR and VIDEO.LOL.my old one was like so old like gen3 and like ppl don't even recognise it anymore. my friend even asked if it was a new model.ppffftt.haha. stole like 2000 songs from my sister's itunes i think i'm gonna take some time to screen through all of them one by one haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been running pretty much and like i swear i am much fitter than i used to be in JC even though i feel as though i trained much much harder in JC. i think it's to do with maturing with age and like having the proper training. got a couple of PTIs to be my personal gym trainers in ocs as well..focusing alot more on my core now what with running AHM and all i need my posture and form to be real good to last...after which than maybe we can work on getting a more pleasing to the eye body HAHA.i wish.i am genetically predisposed to have a body with no shape LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying desperately to think of what i should do after this because my dinner date just got cancelled..supposed to meet anthea for dinner and catch up as well and also to buy viva la vida (which btw means long live the life in spanish and also has become the most paid for downloaded album of all time). but dear anthea has got a hangover.too much partying i tell her.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm about three months to ORD btw:) but i'm feeling pretty insecure about what i'm gonna do after that.no income HOW? lol.must must must pull strings to get me into somewhere high paying and entertaining and enjoyable at the same time.dream job already man haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite disconnected and unrelated each of my paragraphs are huh.no link like that.no wonder never get into law la.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have to stop procrastinating and start learning how to drive...like after i ord.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have random thoughts today and i enjoy my own company alot.like really alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but i super enjoy your company too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8055066408644052032?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8055066408644052032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8055066408644052032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8055066408644052032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8055066408644052032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/08/grand-national-massive-attack.html' title='the grand national / massive attack'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8166737208329925016</id><published>2008-06-13T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:20:41.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wholesale sale</title><content type='html'>haha hello and once again i have copied something directly from ele's blog that i find rather interesting.lol.and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and I. It can be anything you want - good or bad. Comment and I'll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I've always wanted to ask.&lt;br /&gt;6. In return, you must post this in your own blog (ok not necessary if you really don't want to.ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry i did make some minor changes.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JES! if you see this i'm sorry i cant find the quiz you asked me to copy from your blog!! like i think it's in your archives already or something can you post it on my comments page then i can post it up?hee thanks man sit next to me in jc class friend.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8166737208329925016?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8166737208329925016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8166737208329925016' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8166737208329925016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8166737208329925016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/06/wholesale-sale.html' title='wholesale sale'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4977793255231799637</id><published>2008-05-13T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:15:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always somewhere</title><content type='html'>cross it out and hide it on my wrist. someday i will:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-4977793255231799637?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/4977793255231799637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=4977793255231799637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4977793255231799637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4977793255231799637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/05/always-somewhere.html' title='always somewhere'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8320641647107173488</id><published>2008-03-25T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:11:21.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>copycat!</title><content type='html'>haha i saw this on my friends blog and thought it would be fun to have it on mine as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls post anonymously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One secret.&lt;br /&gt;2. One compliment.&lt;br /&gt;3. One random thing.&lt;br /&gt;4. One love note. &lt;br /&gt;5. Lyrics to a song.&lt;br /&gt;6. How old you are.&lt;br /&gt;7. How long we've been friends.&lt;br /&gt;8. A hint to whom you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8320641647107173488?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8320641647107173488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8320641647107173488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8320641647107173488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8320641647107173488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/03/copycat.html' title='copycat!'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4306784421433622933</id><published>2008-03-12T20:52:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:06.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>island back in 1984 (on the corner of main street)</title><content type='html'>i take too long to read a single book! i should get down to it like right after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week has been pretty quiet for me..didnt really meet any one cause everyone's so busy with work, sch, army and the cathcing of mas selamat.haha.unfortunately or fortunately for me, i seem to be the only one free these few days but yea oh wells i'm kinda alright with spending time by myself although at times i really wish i had some company or something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tmr! things will change:) i will wake up different, and not with the super sian feeling that it's one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; days. haha. i will be watching step up tmr after work:) then fri! cant wait for fri!!! yay. got a birthday celebration of some sort at timbre 2 and yea cant wait so fun time to catch up with old friends and make new ones.HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then oh wells got the comms parade on sat for which i have to be present to take care of securities and all.hope i get to see the parade..then after that my branch wants to chiong dota the whole night but i'm not really keen on it but oh wells i'll still go anyway.sheesh.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got down to applying for law &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. considering applying for scholarship but it's tough. but i'll still do it anyway.haha no harm trying eh? yes yes no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr it's so cold these last few days..caught a cold one night cause i think i didnt put my blanket on.haha dammit la feel so shitty now.and i havent been running or swimming for so damn long alre la all because of this sucky weather. i hope it gets better soon i feel damn depressed with this kinda weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take a leaf out of rachel's book and present you these pics for your visual pleasure. i wish i took them myself.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fZCPnMcXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8jeYyRyyQG4/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWr_nMcFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZKAOfG_C7OQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176842347984220242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWnvnMcEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pYIKGSknRtA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWnvnMcEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pYIKGSknRtA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176842274969776194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWifnMcDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WkjlYhpGkCU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWifnMcDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WkjlYhpGkCU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176842184775462962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWbfnMcCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hbo91HUK-nM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fWbfnMcCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hbo91HUK-nM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176842064516378658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-4306784421433622933?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/4306784421433622933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=4306784421433622933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4306784421433622933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4306784421433622933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/03/island-back-in-1984-on-corner-of-main.html' title='island back in 1984 (on the corner of main street)'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R9fZCPnMcXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8jeYyRyyQG4/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3268446134430817417</id><published>2008-03-06T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:50:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to get hung about</title><content type='html'>i'm so insecure; i cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've done this and that differently in the past; i can still change it; but i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should do this and that differently now; but i wait for no particular reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wear a different mask everyday; i forget which is which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a daily routine; and i want to change it but i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i procrastinate too much; i'm a leader of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to think i'm funny; i hope i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lousy when i'm beaten; but i accept it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pushover; i'm a yes-man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream way too much; i try to make them a reality; i succeed sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taken seriously when i'm not; i'm not taken seriously when i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you how much you mean to me; but you're not the only one that means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so insecure; i can't stand it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3268446134430817417?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3268446134430817417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3268446134430817417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3268446134430817417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3268446134430817417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-to-get-hung-about.html' title='nothing to get hung about'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8325507247366065405</id><published>2008-02-28T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:16:52.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time</title><content type='html'>it's been too long since i last wrote here i think i better add in a post before blogspot deletes my account!HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that day my colleague was telling me he was damn sian when he got posted in to the same office as me. so he decided that he should create some goals or achievements to aim for so that he will have stuffs to do and look forward to every day. he told me he wanted to get a diving license, a driving licence, a bike license and eventually to own a bike. he has got his diving license, he has got his bike license, he's in the process of learning his driving license and he bought a 2nd hand bike today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some aim in my life man.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading this book now (i know not a common occurence) called 1984 by George Orwell, and it's pretty damn good. such a nice read. well i haven't completed it yet so well i cant really give a full sypnosis of it (although i don't think i can do a good one even if i did read it finish.ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom is the freedom to say two plus two makes four. If that is granted, all else follows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Hail to the Thief (2+2=5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#000000" id="radioblog_player_-1" FlashVars="id=-1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SbvNmL5RnchBXYuFmcpRnL3d3d/Radiohead%2520-%2520Hail%2520To%2520The%2520Thief%2520-%252001%2520-%25202%25202%253D5.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#CC0000;button:#CC0033;player_text:#CC0066;playlist_text:#999999;" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8325507247366065405?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8325507247366065405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8325507247366065405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8325507247366065405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8325507247366065405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s about time'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-322141190327307000</id><published>2008-01-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:07.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl with kaleidoscope eyes</title><content type='html'>Hello! omg omg it's been so damn long since i paid you a visit!haha.ok so many things have happened but i cant really be bothered to update on so much of my life cause frankly i'm quite bored of typing in this blog..BUT anyway! merry christmas and happy new year it's 2008! ORD year! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ok i'v ecommissioned..done my time in brunei and taiwan..and now i'm serving as the ATCO in OCS HQ if you know what all those acronyms mean.HA.i dont really like my job here..no wait i dont like it at all but i guess knowing me and myself i prolly will have a lot to complain abt any job anyway.HA.i'm such a whiner.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm sitting in this room. i'm alone. and this room is in a building. and there's noone in this building.HAHA.i'm not supposed to be here but then this room has a com and i sure am not gonna stay in the room they gave me which is like dirty, disgusting, far away, and com-less.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm kinda bored so yea i'll just ramble on and on since that's what i'm kinda good at.HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, this is the first time ever i slept through the new year countdown.haha.i slept at 11plus pm cause frankly i dont quite give a shit abt counting into the new year..it's just another freaking day man.stop finding excuses to get drunk and waste yourselves away and like celebrate all this shit so you don't have to feel sorry about yourself that your life is quite boring without all these.(i speak as if my life is so interesting when it's not really as well.HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well alas i couldnt sleep into the new year per se cos my goddam neighbours had to shout so loud they woke me up.plus the buzzing from my hp kept waking me up (okay there was only four msgs but it STILL woke me up)HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAYE'S COMING BACK ON 27TH!yay i cant wait. i miss her so much maaaan. the last last show i watched was with her it was ratatouille i think.speaking of which the last show i watched i didnt regret!;) so warm and fuzzy with so much meaning and it all fitted so well like pieces in a puzzle.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R4IciBnv42I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wPRIDKld11A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R4IciBnv42I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wPRIDKld11A/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152712294541550434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw all you bitches who start liking the beatles now after watching this show better not let me find you.i'll dig your eyes out and stuff it into your ears.MUAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-322141190327307000?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/322141190327307000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=322141190327307000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/322141190327307000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/322141190327307000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2008/01/girl-with-kaleidoscope-eyes.html' title='the girl with kaleidoscope eyes'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R4IciBnv42I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wPRIDKld11A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-5084989525141574508</id><published>2007-11-21T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbows in the house</title><content type='html'>haha yea literally there's a rainbow in my house.haha.during my 21 days trip in taiwan, my dad and sister have been embarking on a painting project!haha damn cute!! my dad asked my what i would like and i told him a rainbow and yea it's there now!hee.now my room, my hall and my sisters' rooms have paintings on the wall!hee.in the past every single wall in my house was white and like boring and minimalistic and all cause that's how my mum likes it but now it's so colourful!!!;)hee i don't know why it's actually quite childish but like i like it soooo much!=)haha.here's the pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0QjlWaVAMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BHd8vsy6r3A/s1600-h/IMG_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0QjlWaVAMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BHd8vsy6r3A/s400/IMG_4817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135268599687348418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rainbow in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0Qk7GaVANI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EAHVl9QIoY4/s1600-h/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0Qk7GaVANI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EAHVl9QIoY4/s400/IMG_4840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270072861130962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat at the end of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0Qm22aVAOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v9fQhkS394I/s1600-h/IMG_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0Qm22aVAOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v9fQhkS394I/s400/IMG_4822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135272198869942498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0Qny2aVAPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bmFAqQa192k/s1600-h/IMG_4823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0Qny2aVAPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bmFAqQa192k/s400/IMG_4823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135273229662093554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;other side of hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0QoymaVAQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-W2YXs9BoRE/s1600-h/IMG_4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0QoymaVAQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-W2YXs9BoRE/s400/IMG_4818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135274324878754050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sisters' room - my fav cause it looks like a safari/nursery.HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-5084989525141574508?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/5084989525141574508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=5084989525141574508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5084989525141574508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5084989525141574508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/11/rainbows-in-house.html' title='rainbows in the house'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/R0QjlWaVAMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BHd8vsy6r3A/s72-c/IMG_4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3873590814350431199</id><published>2007-10-08T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:08.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in rainbows:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rwo0zwONbjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ulbTKREGi7U/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rwo0zwONbjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ulbTKREGi7U/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961990182465074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's coming out!!!haha finally:)))))) in rainbows is the title of radiohead's latest album!yay i'm so happy.hee.but like i'm so ashamed of myself cause i didn't even find out myself.sheesh.thank god sandra told me abt it.haha.thanks!;) you know you know it's soooo cool...the album is sold online for digital download on oct 10 for any price you want to pay for it!!!cool ya?? cool ya? i love radiohead's randomness and don't give a shit about anything or anyone attitude.haha.this is their seventh album so far starting from pablo honey in 1993.i love them i love them!:) i have every single song from all their albums thanks to brandon.thanks brandon for introducing me to this great great band!haha.however the physical album itself is only coming out first week of december, in which i'll be in the jungles of brunei testing my mental strength.you know what know what? it'll be a great christmas present for me!:)hee*hint hint*haha.it's a deluxe boxed version that includes a double vinyl disc, a book, eight bonus tracks and two CDs.cool.and costs 40 pounds.eeks.quite costly but worth it i tell you worth it!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the track by track preview: http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/16654550/radioheads_in_rainbows_trackbytrack_preview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i can't stand is if the same thing that happened to muse happens to radiohead.when muse released their latest album everyone got so crazy about them..they rose to great superstardom and i'm not saying they dont deserve it but yea the have been around for so much longer than people think..everyone keeps thinking they are some new brit rock band breaking into the market when in fact they've already had three very much nicer albums before that.ha.oh well.if that happens to radiohead, i'll just choke to death.because they have managed to cheapen my most favourite band in the world.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3873590814350431199?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3873590814350431199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3873590814350431199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3873590814350431199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3873590814350431199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-rainbow.html' title='in rainbows:)'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rwo0zwONbjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ulbTKREGi7U/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-5369739425099734741</id><published>2007-10-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:09.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new old discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwSw_rV_DjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HBhr8wBk4K0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwSw_rV_DjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HBhr8wBk4K0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117409684612910642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this band that i used to like so many million years ago!haha it's called garbage and sounds awfully like metric..oh well it's more like metric sounds like garbage.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sample of some songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage - Bleed Like Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5SZj5WYyZWaukWaoNWarV3c0FGd/Garbage%2520-%252005%2520-%2520Bleed%2520Like%2520Me.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage - Androgyny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ycl5SYuFGczVWauMXa0FmcnNDctlXb/garbage%2520-%2520androgyny.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage - Push It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuUGbsVnYuknbuVnY/Garbage%2520-%2520Push%2520It.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage - I Think I'm Paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lt92Yuwmcpd2aj9mcllGZulmL3d3d/Garbage%2520-%2520I%2520Think%2520I%2527m%2520Paranoid.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-5369739425099734741?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/5369739425099734741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=5369739425099734741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5369739425099734741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5369739425099734741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-old-discovery.html' title='new old discovery'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwSw_rV_DjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HBhr8wBk4K0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6534008449100198718</id><published>2007-10-01T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:10.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>courtesy of facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWcLV_DiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4elE5QBnV9U/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWcLV_DiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4elE5QBnV9U/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116184218774212130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWYrV_DhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qR0xIkCFPko/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWYrV_DhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qR0xIkCFPko/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116184158644669970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWUrV_DgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_AAYyO7EXJo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWUrV_DgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_AAYyO7EXJo/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116184089925193218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWQLV_DfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NUYcv4lAvGY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6534008449100198718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6534008449100198718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6534008449100198718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/10/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBWcLV_DiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4elE5QBnV9U/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-896663908543202276</id><published>2007-10-01T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:48:20.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy children's day!</title><content type='html'>omg it's children's day today! wheeeeee:) haha i'm gonna celebrate it by going for my last ever exercise/mission in singapore as a cadet!haha.oh well i've not been a child for such a long time now but there's an inner child within all of us yea? they say old people get a second childhood when they become real old..like olderly old.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking back and thinking of those times in bmt when i didnt have a com..and i was reading my journal entries in my little black notebook..i remember i used to write in them all the time cause i was so bored..i bitched about people in there..i recorded all my weird thought and ideas and complains and irritations and happiness and sadness and blah blah blah in that small little book that i still have now. there was this weird entry where i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" would the whole world be shifted out of it's rotational axis if everyone in the world, all six billion of us stood on one side of the world and jumped and landed at the same time..exactly the same time.would there be an earthquake powerful enough to tear the world apart? a resultant tsunami wave massive enough to drown the whole world? would earth fly out of this solar system and get sucked straight into the sun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.omg i remember writing that in a training shed in the sun waiting for night life firing to commence.it seemed like only yesterday that i enlisted in the army..we gave a photo frame with this picture of us in it that was taken just shortly after i enlisted into bmt..my hair was still shaved and all..it was that night van decided we should try this steamboat thingy place at potong pasir and then we went to TCC at PS to sit down and chat..yea so last sat gane was saying how he rememebers how it seemed such a short while ago that he sent us off to bmt..and now i'm gonna commision as an officer.wow.okay i'm rambling on and on cause i'm in one of those moods where i just feel like talking and talking alot of nonsense and rubbish but there's noone really online now to talk to me and all.well van's online but she doesnt have time cause she has stupid mid terms in smu and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a tattoo and ink myself. i wanna listen to my radiohead songs. i wanna go out with all my friends, one at a time for lunch to spend quality time with them. i wanna not go for tonight's mission even though it's kinda one of the last we'll do already and i'm not even doing much. i wanna meet more people. i wanna fly overseas. i wanna send faye off this thur and hug her for the last time and see her cry cause she's so cute when she does. i wanna play squash. i wanna run for my school again. i wanna do something constructive. i wanna compose a song. i wanna sleep without caring about the time. i wanna make so much money i can give so much to charity i wont even feel the pinch. i wanna tell my instructors that they are screwed up and good for nothings who only know how to pretend they know their stuff when they don't. i wanna know what my future would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to stop now or i'll just go on forever.tata!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-896663908543202276?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/896663908543202276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=896663908543202276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBM6bV_DbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZV4heWDNQMo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBM6bV_DbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZV4heWDNQMo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116173743348977074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate goodbyes. yes i do. but i've done it so many times already..sometimes it's when they leave physically(overseas studies), and sometimes it's when they leave...like leave for good. faye's leaving on thur and i cant even send her off.sheesh.sorry man duty calls.haha.i'm gonna miss you loads and loads and loads.who am i going to go out with when i book out on weekends now that you're gone huh?ha.oh well hun hope you do take care of yourself there and try to have some fun while you are at it too.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RwBM6bV_DbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZV4heWDNQMo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6216781747403646962</id><published>2007-09-28T06:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:54:53.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have some pride boy</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting here at my com in my bunk and outside my window i see the basketball court where my whole wing is assembled and getting ready to move off for our third consecutive mission/exercise which has been spread across the last three days. sleep has decreased substantially and workload has increased exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be sleeping now, but somehow it just doesn't feel right resting and relaxing when my friends and fellow cadets are out there; not resting and not relaxing.somehow i just feel this sense of guilt..a guilt that i'm not sure i should be having or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wed i booked out to go to cmpb to get an x-ray of my chest because of this nagging weezing cough and tightness in my chest over the last one and a half months. i could carry on with training properly but i thought that maybe i should get it fixed before going for any of my overseas trips with ocs. so i came back on wed and moved out immediately for the first exercise.came back late that night..thur morning to afternoon was spent on the second exercise. i gave my x-ray thingy to the medical centre on thur afternoon and they asked me to come back on fri for the review and that's why i'm down here and they are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow deep down at the back of my head the words "chao keng!" are ringing. and i'm sure some or possibly many other people are thinking the same thing about me. and i don't really know if it's actually true.. i believe that the mind is really powerful and it's able to force the body into certain conditions such that it would be favourable to the person in question..in this case, maybe i have such a great desire to escape from training my body is intentionally not getting well so that all this can happen..so that i can have just that little more rest. the ailment is a fact and i guess all these are speculations but somehow it just nags at me, because why should i require more rest when 76 other people do not? i think that maybe i should, maybe i should..i don't knowww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning amanda was awake when i woke up at 445am. i was complaining (as usual) about how tired i was..i meant that i was physically and mentally tired and also tired of this ultra long officership course..but what she said to me kinda woke me up and made me realize what i was doing here in ocs..i quote her "and you know you're doing all this because you're part of the elite okay? you're an officer." and "just remember, i know you feel like giving up. but you were put into this because you were meant to be different, stronger from the start. so persevere okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks amanda:) i so needed someone to tell me that and remind me that i always wanted to be where i am now. perhaps over the last six months of rigorous training i seem to have lost my direction and forgotten what i'm like. what i am now is not me. i have lost that motivating touch; that special spark i use to have to help others..now others help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm feeling like this only because the last few days have been really taxing. i should be fine on normal occasions. i guess it's only a matter of perspective but yea i do feel drained.anyway if you're wondering i'm not skipping the whole of today's exercise..i'll be down at 10am after my review and i wouldn't have missed out on much of the training yet. this training stretches till 11pm tonight so i'll be involved in the main bulk of it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bookout is on sat.i can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6216781747403646962?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6216781747403646962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6216781747403646962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6216781747403646962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6216781747403646962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-some-pride-boy.html' title='have some pride boy'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8072045112231753947</id><published>2007-09-24T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:10.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a clockwork orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RvcYM7V_DaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b_M8TVc90BA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RvcYM7V_DaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b_M8TVc90BA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113582512269888930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try reading this book.i tried and failed.i shall try again next weekend.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i bet you have read this rachel! right?ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8072045112231753947?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8072045112231753947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8072045112231753947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8072045112231753947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8072045112231753947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/09/clockwork-orange.html' title='a clockwork orange'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RvcYM7V_DaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b_M8TVc90BA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7412454288358133513</id><published>2007-09-10T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>threadless!</title><content type='html'>yay i got a new threadless shirt from ethel.hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went online to find some designs of threadless tees and i thought these were catchy.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVLXfORBvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X_rrHFkxPHM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVLXfORBvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X_rrHFkxPHM/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108572219212105458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVLT_ORBuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WhD1Cn3-xpg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVK4PORBrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/013vJp687Zo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVK4PORBrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/013vJp687Zo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108571682341193394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVKtPORBqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UyuvgdO_iMI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVKtPORBqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UyuvgdO_iMI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108571493362632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-7412454288358133513?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RuVLXfORBvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X_rrHFkxPHM/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3443791728369805918</id><published>2007-09-06T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:12.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drain you</title><content type='html'>i couldn't think of a title for this post so yea this is the title of the song i'm listening to right now by nirvana.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's been pretty long since i last wrote here..well it's cause i'm bored of writing in here..oh well.i'm in camp now waiting to go for lunch and i dont have anything to do so yea i guess this is a good way to pass the time..NOT.but i'm still doing it anyway.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with last last sun! it was AHM..finally! after so many months of training with the team it was finally time to do it.woke up at 2.45am the night before..or well that morning to get ready for the race cos it started at 5.30am.sheesh.talk about long days ahead..and it was really a long day ahead..well i didnt do too well for the race..i'm supposed to be 6th fastest in the team..but yea after everything was over andi checked the results..i was only 17th in the team..sheesh..oh well..people who have never been infront of me and have only seen my backs while running were overtaking me..but nothing was cooler than miss elain lim!! my ex teacher from cj track and current friend.haha.she overtook me at the 3km mark!!haha.and it was a 21km race.she's good man...goooooood.she completed in 1hour29min..roughly about the same time as the fastest runner in ocs team.HAHA.i did about 1hour37min.sucky..was supposed to run with nabil and jj and dex but yea fell behind..jj and dex did alright with about 1hour30min and nabil about 1hour34min.quite disappointing la but then again it was quite respectable already.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rt9xDvORBpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_lVkzD32-Ho/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rt9xDvORBpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_lVkzD32-Ho/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106924811491280530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why i said it would have been a long day was because my PC and AHM teammate..cpt ho..collapsed at the end line and passed away.i don't wanna talk about it anymore but he sure deserves to be rememebered for life..and emulated as well.he was the nicest person i knew in army already.seriously..only the good die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next few days was mainly for his wake..for grieving..and for his funeral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one day that we were allowed to book out but we had to book in the next day..so me and nabil and dev decided to just go town and hang around and play and all..it was a damn fun experience..cos like nabil and I went out all the way to the late night to like eat supper with van and faye and eventually end up sleeping over at eddies's house.haha.we almost didnt have a place to sleep for the night.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to cj with faye and angie to collect my A level cert which has been 6months overdue.haha.then went with faye to her sec sch to see her teachers.haha.then watched ratatouille with faye!niceee..our first movie together.haha.it's one of those heart warming snuggle up shows.haha.but yea..then went home and forgot to take my cert back from her back.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a long run on sat morning..those like hour plus runs..i miss running on sat mornings..i used to do it with the team every single sat without fail..even when we had a navigation exercise immediately after that..ran for 1hour20min like that but i walked whenever i reached a traffic light.hee.tired laa..ran around ele's house there and she says next time i run pass her house i can ask for a glass of ice cold water!yay!=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea then last sat i went for sandra's birthday party! i burned her a cd and brought marshmellows and kicakapoo to her house..which i almost couldnt find.haha.it was a very nice and warm party..like she only invited a small group of 6 or 7 friends..and i was one of these special friends.yay! i feel so honoured.haha.and did i mention?the stingray was freaking good.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rt9wrPORBoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dSH_8ZGrtM4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rt9wrPORBoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dSH_8ZGrtM4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106924390584485506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a random pic sandra's sis took at sandra's birthday party - i look like a dork.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sun night we booked in and then booked out on mon afternoon.how cool was that.haha.met up with faye and bren and van and mr wong on mon for lunch and catch up..went to bren's house the whole of yesterday to play xbox360.haha.ok thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working out i think i'm bigger now.i hope i am bigger now.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nichola this post is like almost 3 weeks worth but it's still definitely too short for the competion we have.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana - Drain You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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gone</title><content type='html'>couldn't sleep last night!! arghhh..saw some stuffs than kept me awake longer than i should.and i'm sure those stuffs were not meant for me to see either.but yea anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a competition with nichola to see who can write a longer post!haha..i'm sure i could win but..but i feel so tired today.and today..today i dont feel like telling the whole world what's happening in my life..tell the world how i'm feeling..and tell the world everything and anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so exposed and vulnerable all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's for some music..and yay! i've upgraded to ~videos~! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6678480316984341372?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-486183671638420387</id><published>2007-08-20T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:59:58.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone - Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7rItHumCNNQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7rItHumCNNQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-486183671638420387?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8934160606167829398</id><published>2007-08-20T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:59:07.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just - Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/R5X7HKxpiQA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/R5X7HKxpiQA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8934160606167829398?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4658936223430676658</id><published>2007-08-20T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:57:47.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno - Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tbPA58xJI24' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tbPA58xJI24'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-4658936223430676658?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2498117081222259128</id><published>2007-08-17T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i made my millions</title><content type='html'>this song..this song just thugs at my heartstrings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - How I Made My Millions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lt92YuIXdlZWau5WZqRmL3d3d/Radiohead%2520-%2520No%2520Surprises%2520Cd1%2520-%252003%2520-%2520How%2520I%2520Made%2520My%2520Millions.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#663300;button:#663300;player_text:#663300;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i booked out yesterday afternoon and havent been doing anything productive so far..i started on harry potter last night and read till page 90..i shall continue on later after this.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways i was clearing up some stuff on my table in my room and i found a whole stack of about a hundred piano scores that i so passionately collected in my JC days to play..i've never learnt to play the piano but i had about 14 years of electone(keyboard) background so well it wasn't too hard to pick it up. you might be thinking that the piano and keyboard's kinda similar and that the only difference was that one had two levels and one had one..well i thought so too but until i started on playing classical and contempo piano songs on the keyboard did i realize how different they were..different styles..different scales..different emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes it took me quite a while to pick it up but i did so eventually in a couple of weeks and soon i was off to printing and photocopying my favourite coldplay, radiohead, etc piano pieces to play at home..i tried one classical piece..moonlight sonata first movement and it was quite a joy to hear yourself playing such a sweet piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes! back to what i was saying..i found a stack of these almost-forgotten pieces and played them for a while just now;)feels really nice to know i haven't really lost my touch after so long in the army..and yea i played "how i made my millions" and "fog" and a couple more before i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that people(including myself) read too much between the lines..they imagine up stuff..imagine that there's some meaning to this all when there isnt actually..because well we all want to have that sense of security yes? we all want to feel that we are worth more than we really are..we want to feel important..useful and appreciated. i found a perfect example to illustrate this point..there's this song called "karma police" by radiohead and it seems to be so deep..so full of meanings and thoughts and what..people were interpreting it like mad coming up with all the different theories as to why thom yorke wrote this song and what message he was trying to put across.finally when they did ask him personally what the song meant..his reply was - "nothing..it was just putting together a bunch of words that sounded nice together" it's hilarious.i can imagine the looks on those people's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise for this song i went online to search out the "meaning" of this song and there were a million versions as to what the song truly meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually listen to the songs i like not so much for the meaning of it..but for the ~music~ if you know what i mean.and i'm gonna continue doing so.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just saw this pic on the net and i thought it was cute.HA.talk about multi-tasking huh.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RsUmYVYFSOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V1H9q53wSOA/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RsUmYVYFSOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V1H9q53wSOA/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099524352563824866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well life for me in the next few weeks is gonna be quite easy and realxed..i'm starting to enjoy the life maaaan.haha.i've got the army half marathon race next sun and boy am i scared..freaking scared..i have race day nerves if you know what i mean..it's like 21km! you screw up the first 5km and it's gonna be pure torture the whole way.argghhhhh! okay shan't think about it anymore..plus plus we have to wake up at 3am to get ready cause the race starts at 5.30am.talk about early man.it's mother-early.ha.okok don;t think about it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm gonna send my foxtrot friends off for their very exciting trip to brunei.and bloody hell they had to make it 2330hours.how to go home huh?huh?huh? so inconsiderate never think of the people sending them off..i can see my money flying awayyy.haha.prolly share with DJ and nichola if they're there..unless they've got other plans..bbut knowing me i would rather just sleep.haha.well before that i would be going to my first ever party in a long long long time.it's not one of those parties at the clubs or what..it's a real party..like in a function room thingy..okay i'm not very sure what's it gonna be also but it's at the legend along bukit timah there..yaa..it's for ness's farewell party..she's organising and i'm invited=)))haha i should be man i mean i've know her since we were pri 4..that makes it 9 years boy.wow.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just remembered i wanted to put this pic up a long time ago too..pic of my good old sierra friends.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RsUrk1YFSPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wVk5i6mu8DU/s1600-h/daryl+ocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RsUrk1YFSPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wVk5i6mu8DU/s400/daryl+ocs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099530064870328562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai jing, peck lim, me, nichola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala okay i think this post is long enough..i have been ranting on and typying for quite some time now..i'm off to immerse myself in the magical world of harry potter!...not.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the song i was telling you about just now..i wanna play and sing like thom yorke!!!haha.hail to radiohead;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ybpRWYy9Sdo5SYyRHel5CZpJHawVXb/52%2520-%2520radiohead%2520-%2520fog.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#663300;button:#663300;player_text:#663300;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2498117081222259128?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2498117081222259128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2498117081222259128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2498117081222259128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2498117081222259128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-i-made-my-millions.html' title='how i made my millions'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RsUmYVYFSOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V1H9q53wSOA/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2133025829418799437</id><published>2007-08-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby did you take your meds? / my mojito</title><content type='html'>as you can tell i can't decide what the title of my post should be..so yea..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RrxOG1OFaUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fmGkYt0mV94/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RrxOG1OFaUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fmGkYt0mV94/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097034757548894530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok a mojito is a drink..i know it sounds vulgar but yea it's this new drink i discovered in timbre on wed night.haha.check it out if you don't believe me.haha - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mojito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea! i went to timbre for the first time (i know i'm lagging stop laughing!) on wed night and it was quite fun! pity i don't have any photos to put up. i really like the atmosphere and the music..so much better than the usual stuff like zouk, mos, double o..blah blah blah..my army friends have been bugging me to go along with them for the longest time to club or pub every weekend, inclusive of this particular wed too.but yea i didnt want to.you know why? i don't really want to be associated with a bunch of testosterone-filled army boys.HAHA.sorry yea but thats the truth.haha.anyway i had this feeling that i would meet someone i knew over there(besides my friends, of course) and i did!!haha.so weird.plus they were on the table next to mine!haha.i looked around and there they were..esther and anthea's usual bunch of cj friends.well they're all one year younger than me but i recognized them and i think they recognized me too.well i know anthea and esther from track so yea..but esther wasn't there, though she messaged me a short while later to say she WAS supposed to be there.haha.pity huh..talked to anthea later outside timbre for a while after all her friends left.and i just realized..that was the longest conversation i ever had with her so far.ha.well i wouldn't mind talking to her more though.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - Meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuU2YpxWYuQmchZmZpV3Z/Placebo%2520-%2520Meds.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2133025829418799437?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2133025829418799437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RrxOG1OFaUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fmGkYt0mV94/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4538622600681523172</id><published>2007-08-07T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:20:36.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>floating on clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;many people would sooner die than think; in fact they do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i'm like that most of the time too. my buddy here..he's such an intellect and academic.plus he's an all-rounder who can do everything and anything.i feel so small and insignificant next to him but i also thank god he's my buddy cause he comes in real handy.HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well he has made me face the stark reality that i do not think as much as i should..or at least not as much as he does. i've such a simple way of thinking it makes me wonder how i got through life so far.ha.seriously! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that from now on i shall be more intellectual..wondering why and how things work and if they don't, how i can make them work.ha.i shall..i will.i hope.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the closest so far that i've managed to try to get a ride up to the moon.sat on a chopper and floated on the clouds!haha.feels real gooooood=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-4538622600681523172?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/4538622600681523172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=4538622600681523172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4538622600681523172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4538622600681523172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/08/floating-on-clouds_07.html' title='floating on clouds'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-1084729774198192015</id><published>2007-08-06T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:45:05.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe it or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'll never die for my beliefs; because i might be wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you know if what you believe in is really truly essentially what you may be trying to believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this quote and thought to myself that yea although some things may seem worth dying for..we may die in vain for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered how our thinking is so manipulated and affected by societal norms restrictions and whatnot. what ever happened to our freedom to believe in whatever we want? i guess that freedom's been void the day we sold our souls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that..have a great day ahead!haha.enjoy this song=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RrMZdFOFaTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hTlfaKScJqU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094443590894315826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was funny.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Monster Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5SZuJXZk9WbkJXYnVmcuVnL3d3d/Metric%2520-%2520Monster%2520hospital.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6412301181205906502?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6412301181205906502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6412301181205906502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6412301181205906502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6412301181205906502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/08/war-wont-stop-for-love-of-god.html' title='the war won&apos;t stop for the love of god'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RrMZdFOFaTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hTlfaKScJqU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6544889625706331994</id><published>2007-08-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:22:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time of your life</title><content type='html'>i believe if you stare long and hard enough into someone's eyes..you stare straight into their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all that talking yesterday..i almost forgot something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had the time of your life=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - Time Of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3L5FGZuVWZyd2Lt92YuMHdsV3clJHMxg2Yh1mL3d3d/Green%2520Day%2520-%2520Time%2520of%2520Your%2520Life.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-6544889625706331994?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/6544889625706331994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=6544889625706331994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6544889625706331994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6544889625706331994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-of-your-life.html' title='time of your life'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2727477775998491887</id><published>2007-07-31T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not here..this isn't happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq8filOFaSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DnmQr7sN04g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq8filOFaSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DnmQr7sN04g/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093324382546520354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i found this on the net and found it pretty appropriate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so spread thin..like a ghost stretched too far for his own good. it's time for change..and time for me to find myself once again..find the daryl chew that's really daryl chew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think..i think it's not so bad, now that there's some closure.at least i know what happened, and what's going to happen. my life isnt standing still anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think..i think some good can come out of it afterall. it's like a balance..or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to wish you all the best..i'm sure you'll do great!..and yes i mean it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do great soon enough don't worry so much, or feel bad or what ok?;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think..i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - How To Disappear Completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2727477775998491887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2727477775998491887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-herethis-isnt-happening.html' title='i&apos;m not here..this isn&apos;t happening'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq8filOFaSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DnmQr7sN04g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7140928265160558580</id><published>2007-07-30T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:14.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thin necked wine bottles and wide cognac glasses</title><content type='html'>okay this is so weird cause i'm writing my posts in like reverse manner..or something like that.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat was one of those outings with ~Da GaNG~..haha..one of those times when most of us managed to make it and have fun and laugh about stuff and plan about our future and ya..stuffs.mostly was just catching up with each other after so long..talking about our experiences and gossiping and bitching about others!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was overall great cause i didnt have anything else to do anyway also.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some of the pics we took.memories encapsulated in pixels=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq16vVOFaRI/AAAAAAAAADw/40316sZJwgQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq16vVOFaRI/AAAAAAAAADw/40316sZJwgQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092861707194558738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq16aVOFaQI/AAAAAAAAADo/jZ3sn5Qwsjw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq16aVOFaQI/AAAAAAAAADo/jZ3sn5Qwsjw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092861346417305858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq16KFOFaPI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q-tdY-1IWDQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq16KFOFaPI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q-tdY-1IWDQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092861067244431602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq15FFOFaOI/AAAAAAAAADY/9VJOEeDR5ZQ/s1600-h/1_249004104l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/Rq15FFOFaOI/AAAAAAAAADY/9VJOEeDR5ZQ/s400/1_249004104l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092859881833457890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for a song! - ideas and thoughts immortalised in matrix codings.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - In My Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2550879795278978747</id><published>2007-07-30T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:29:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid android</title><content type='html'>speaking of paranoid android..here's the song by radiohead.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes we just have to take things as they come.don't you think? if they'll come they'll come..if they don't then don't cry cause there's nothing you can do about it.or can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Paranoid Android&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2550879795278978747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/paranoid-android.html' title='paranoid android'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-1489831968972315367</id><published>2007-07-30T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:07:43.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you blame me?</title><content type='html'>i awoke this morning with an extreme sense of emptiness..one i've not felt for quite a while now. i just feel so alone even though i have so many friends around..so many people i can talk to and so many people who will listen..but i just feel so cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's going on anymore..i feel so locked out and so separated..detached from the exact same thing that once made me feel so warm..so welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i paranoid? you can't blame me for being so..paranoid android daryl chew who doesn't know what's going on anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service - Against All Odds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5icv5WehdmbpR3c1pmL3d3d/Postal%2520Service%2520-%2520Against%2520All%2520Odds%2520%2528Cover%2529.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#660000;button:#660000;player_text:#660000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can I just let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;just let you leave without a trace?&lt;br /&gt;when I stand here taking every breath&lt;br /&gt;with you, oooou&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you just walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;when all I can do is watch you leave?&lt;br /&gt;cause we shared the laughter and the pain&lt;br /&gt;and even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;you comming back to me is against the odds&lt;br /&gt;and thats what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around&lt;br /&gt;turn around and see me cry&lt;br /&gt;there's so much I need to say to you&lt;br /&gt;so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;but to wait for you is all I can do&lt;br /&gt;and that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be standing here&lt;br /&gt;you coming back to me is against the odds&lt;br /&gt;and thats a chance I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-1489831968972315367?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/1489831968972315367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=1489831968972315367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1489831968972315367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1489831968972315367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-you-blame-me.html' title='can you blame me?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2710075001258002708</id><published>2007-07-22T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:14:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and once again..</title><content type='html'>ok i know this is brutally stupid of me to do it but i just feel like saying - i miss you quite badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2710075001258002708?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2710075001258002708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2710075001258002708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2710075001258002708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2710075001258002708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-once-again.html' title='and once again..'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-5388754823511022315</id><published>2007-07-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:01:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take what you need and be on your way</title><content type='html'>sometimes i just wished i had a bigger and more important part to play in making the world a better place..it's like my hobby.haha.its like..as though it's my personal crusade to fix things..to help people..to fix people actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing! but yea recently i've been losing confidence with myself..i don't really believe in myself anymore cause i've been feeling so useless.is it even worth it to try sometimes? i just hope it turns out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just give me something to fix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - Crooked Teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi9WakFmcv02bj5SZj5WYyZWauMXbjJXZslHd/Death%2520Cab%2520for%2520Cutie%2520-%2520Crooked%2520Teeth.swf&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#3300FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one hundred degrees,&lt;br /&gt;As we sat beneath a willow tree,&lt;br /&gt;Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air,&lt;br /&gt;And refused to fall, to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I'd made a horrible call,&lt;br /&gt;And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,&lt;br /&gt;And there was no doubt about which side I was on,&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I built you a home in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With rotten wood, and it decayed from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braved treacherous streets,&lt;br /&gt;And kids strung out on homemade speed.&lt;br /&gt;And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;At all, woo, hoo, woo, hooOoOo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause at night the sun in retreat&lt;br /&gt;Made the skyline look like crooked teeth,&lt;br /&gt;In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,&lt;br /&gt;But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a war, of head versus heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's always this way.&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;(No you can't find) And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;There were churches, theme parks and malls,&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing there all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is to you who's feeling sad or emo or whatever.i hope you feel better.really:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LrN2bS9icm5SZlJnZukGaz9mYltWY/Oasis%2520-%2520Stop%2520Crying%2520Your%2520Heart%2520Out.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up... hold on... don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;br /&gt;May your smile... Shine on... Don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos all of the stars are fading away&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to worry you'll see them some day&lt;br /&gt;Take what you need and be on your way&lt;br /&gt;And stop crying your heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up... Come on... why you scared&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change what been and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-5388754823511022315?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/5388754823511022315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=5388754823511022315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5388754823511022315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5388754823511022315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-what-you-need-and-be-on-your-way.html' title='take what you need and be on your way'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8706336816861464774</id><published>2007-07-21T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:42:36.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a plan..a plan to lose it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Only the losers win&lt;br /&gt;they've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;They'll leave the world with nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh at the weirdos now&lt;br /&gt;Wait till wrongs are right&lt;br /&gt;They'll be the ones with nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been thinking, thinking&lt;br /&gt;I've got a plan to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;I've got a contract pending on eternity&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't already given it away&lt;br /&gt;I've got a plan to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the burnout kid&lt;br /&gt;I've been the idiot&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn the other cheek to be hit&lt;br /&gt;You can take what you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Empty me till I'm depleted&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around if I'm ever needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song for you&lt;br /&gt;To show how I'm selling out&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the benefit of a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never thought about it this way before..that only the losers win cause they've got nothing to lose..nothing to prove..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a unique song you have to admit.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8706336816861464774?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8706336816861464774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8706336816861464774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8706336816861464774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8706336816861464774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-plana-plan-to-lose-it-all.html' title='i&apos;ve got a plan..a plan to lose it all'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-963561498254125486</id><published>2007-07-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:46:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want you to know who i am</title><content type='html'>Goo Goo Dolls  - Iris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi9WakFmcv02bj5CZu9GbilGduE2csFmL3d3d/Goo%2520Goo%2520Dolls%2520-%2520Iris.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#663300;button:#663300;player_text:#660000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-963561498254125486?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/963561498254125486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=963561498254125486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/963561498254125486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/963561498254125486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-want-you-to-know-who-i-am.html' title='i just want you to know who i am'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-5242835706645089243</id><published>2007-07-19T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:19:27.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my time machine</title><content type='html'>hello there oh man this last few days have been rather tiring and tough maaan.haha.slept like 3 hours plus last night only and the days just goes on and never waits for you.nothing waits for you here...just like how time never waits for you.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a time machine..make time wait for me..control fate and destiny.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, one year ago, i was running the track nationals finals..1500m and 4x400m with my greatest and closest friends supporting me and cheering me on.haha.that was exactly one year ago and i was still a civilian with a proper civilian life and yea..just not in army.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..i just wish that i could go back exactly one month back in time..to that special day..that day which will stay in my mind for quite a while.hee=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Don't Go Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cv02bj5SZj5WYyZWauU2cvJXYslHb/Oasis%2520-%2520Don%2527t%2520Go%2520Away.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#663300;button:#663300;player_text:#663300;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-5242835706645089243?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-1545279461219832606</id><published>2007-07-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:53:48.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for your ears only=)</title><content type='html'>been really busy this weekend! no time to write! have to book in damn early!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for your ears only=)haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - I Want To Hold Your Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1545279461219832606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1545279461219832606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-your-ears-only.html' title='for your ears only=)'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4998390017963663746</id><published>2007-07-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:08:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookout bookout bookout</title><content type='html'>wow it's wed already!haha i thought it was tue only till i saw the date.haha.yaay bookout on fri night again.ha.so happy man.this two weeks have been so easy it's quite hard to believe.i think its cos the next two weeks are gonna be damn tough.haha.oh well might as well enjoy today ya.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i was looking at the track national's results just now and i cant help feeling it's sooooo unfair! if i had participated in this year's 800m race, i would have been guranteed a medal. seriousssllyy. sheesh.my timing i did last year would have got me a second place in the heats.sheesh..with this kinda motivation..i'm sure i would be able to go that 0.1 sec faster to get that gold medal.i mean jj would have no prob getting first...and heck bren could get third and cj would have a straight 1-2-3 finish.whyyyyyy?haha.i know it's all about pride but yea..dang the dragon year..so bloody competitive for what.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incubus - Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=4998390017963663746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4998390017963663746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4998390017963663746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/bookout-bookout-bookout.html' title='bookout bookout bookout'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-1545923240736124617</id><published>2007-07-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:30:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run again?</title><content type='html'>had IPPT today..it's like NAPFA without sit and reach so yea it's quite alright..got gold..of course.hee hee. then after that had army half marathon training!..and that was the killer maaaann..2x5km.sheesh.i wanted to fall out so many times.but yea i didnt..so proud of myself=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this song that keeps playing in my head...hey esther you havent heard it ya so this's for you to sample..hope you like it!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=1545923240736124617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1545923240736124617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1545923240736124617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/okayyy-still-cant-put-title-into-this.html' title='run again?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8391751234072234378</id><published>2007-07-10T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:24:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so freeeee!=)</title><content type='html'>oh man today's such a free day again..it's like the deep calmness before a storm..before i get killed outfield next week and the week after and so on till the end.haha.i have to treasure these times now of relatively free freedom man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of any nice song to put up now cause i dont have my ipod with me..but yea these songs are on the radio now and they're quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5CazlWZ3h2cvpmL3d3d/The%2520Red%2520Jumpsuit%2520Apparatus%2520-%2520Face%2520Down.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#660000;button:#660000;player_text:#660000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bravery - An Honest Mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8391751234072234378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-for-some-reason-i-cant-seem-to-type.html' title='so freeeee!=)'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7876071712876329076</id><published>2007-07-08T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:34:23.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's that rainbow again?</title><content type='html'>hello there! i'm trying to remember when was the last time i saw a rainbow and i cant recall when it is. i hope i find my rainbow soon and when i do,remind me to look for what's at the end of that rainbow.hee.i think you think i'm taking drugs and typing this..i think i am too..but yea.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What A Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FFFFFF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZukHd0l2avxGblhmLlNXayV2Y/Somewhere%2520over%2520the%2520rainbow.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had this mega japanese buffet at some hotel in havelock road..it was awesome man..the salmon sashimi just order like nobody's business one man.ha.i had 26 slices altogether!=)))haha. only problem was that i had a very bad cold..and yea i couldnt even taste anything..i thought i could until i put a slab of wasabi on my tongue and couldnt feel anything!haha.man can you imagine how tasteless my tongue was that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately after that buffet i rushed down to chomp chomp to meet tim gan, jessica and dai jing for jessica's birthday.as usual..i was the first even though i came from somewhere other than home.haha.the irony of it all huh.oh well came home and slept after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was supposed to meet esther but alas..that poor girl fell sick!take care ya!=) well now i'm just at home doing nothing and trying to kill time..i just woke up from a nice two hour plus nap after lunch and now i'm just here doing this and that on the com..i would like to go for a run..another looonong run but looking at the sky i'm quite certain i should not step out of the house.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i sill havent watched transformers! please dont laugh.i'll watch it soon..next week or what..yes next week i swear.haha.better not close maaaann.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think..i think i have this skill.to laugh even though i'm not happy..to smile even if i'm sad..and to joke even if i'm angry..its a very good skill to have i tell you ..should learn some day.haha.although if you get very proficient at doing it(like i think i do) you tend to forget what you really feel.you forget or become not sure what exactly it is you are feeling..are you happy just because you want people to think you are happy or are you really really happy.you tend to get confused most of the time..i dont know if you will..but i sure do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop thinking so much.don't panic.just live.life will catch up with you no matter how fast and far you run.i have to stop running and start living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden State/Coldplay - Don't Panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FFFFFF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvInZuUWZyZmLhlmeuVGZkF2a/Garden%2520State%2520-%2520Coldplay%2520-%2520Dont%2520panic.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey so now's the part where i play DJ and give you a whole list of noce songs to listen to!haha.if you have anything to say about the music please leave me a comment so that i can make improvements ya?=)haha.enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5SYupWYyF2c/radiohead%2520-%2520I%2520Might%2520Be%2520Wrong.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvUjLy4yZvxmYu8WakFmcvUjLy4yZvxmYu8WakFmcvMXZt1WYyd2byB3LyZmLlVmcm5SZmlGbv5mYv9mb/Muse%2520Escape.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishwalla - Angels Or Devils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LzV3aj9mcv02bj5SZj5WYyZWauc3dvxmZ/Dishwalla%2520-%2520Angels%2520and%2520Devils.swf&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Your Ex-Lover Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yLn9Gbi9WakFmch12LyZmLlVmcm5ielRGbhZnbhVna/Stars%2520-Your%2520Ex-Lover%2520Is%2520Dead.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuIWZ3NWet9Gd/Oasis%2520-%2520Wonderwall.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after an&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse - You And Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3L0VmbuwWZ0V2ZlNmLvNnclBnLphGdhBXLlRWY/Lifehouse%2520-%2520You%2520and%2520me.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping inwards&lt;br /&gt;you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLh5Was9mZvZWZrFWb/Bright%2520Eyes%2520-%2520The%2520First%2520Day%2520Of%2520My%2520Life.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#0000FF;button:#0000FF;player_text:#0000FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Swear I was born right in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I went out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything changed&lt;br /&gt;They're spreadin' blankets on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;br /&gt;Think I was blind before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I've been&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd let you know&lt;br /&gt;That these things take forever&lt;br /&gt;I especially am slow&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered if I could come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you drove all night&lt;br /&gt;Just to meet me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was strange&lt;br /&gt;You said everything changed&lt;br /&gt;You felt as if you'd just woke up&lt;br /&gt;And you said,&lt;br /&gt;This is the first day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Glad I didn't die before I met you&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you&lt;br /&gt;And I'd probably be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;With these things there's no telling&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be working for a paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Than waiting to win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides maybe this time it's different&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really think you'll like me...&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/3124073764958059825-7876071712876329076?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7876071712876329076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=7876071712876329076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7876071712876329076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7876071712876329076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheres-that-rainbow-again.html' title='where&apos;s that rainbow again?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8425540359777703032</id><published>2007-07-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:28:11.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope this song will guide you home</title><content type='html'>The Postal Service - Such Great Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#990033"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SYu5WYv02bj5iblJ3Zm9GbzVnbpxmL3d3d/The%2520Postal%2520Service%2520-%2520Such%2520Great%2520Heights.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#990033;border:#CCFFFF;button:#CCFFFF;player_text:#CCFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles&lt;br /&gt;In our eyes are mirror images and when&lt;br /&gt;We kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;And I have to speculate that God himself&lt;br /&gt;Did make us into corresponding shapes like&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;True, it may seem like a stretch, but&lt;br /&gt;Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled&lt;br /&gt;Head when you're away when I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;When you are out there on the road for&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks of shows and when you scan&lt;br /&gt;The radio, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see us waving from such great&lt;br /&gt;Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;'come down now,' but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to leave this all on your&lt;br /&gt;Machine but the persistent beat it sounded&lt;br /&gt;Thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;That frankly will not fly. you will hear&lt;br /&gt;The shrillest highs and lowest lows with&lt;br /&gt;The windows down when this is guiding you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8425540359777703032?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8425540359777703032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8425540359777703032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8425540359777703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8425540359777703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hope-this-song-will-guide-you-home.html' title='i hope this song will guide you home'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4502752418519965873</id><published>2007-07-07T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:37:51.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalala=)</title><content type='html'>since entering dA aRmY..i seem to have forgotten alot of things about myself..i'm so different now! so..armified..soo many things that i used to enjoy..all forgotten..like the songs i listen to.haha..music's really my life man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks esther for reminding me how much i love this song!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie - I'll Follow You Into The Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#663300"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ0bpRWYS9ibvNnchdkLY9icm5ybvRWYuF2du82cyVGc/Death%2520Cab%2520For%2520Cutie%2520-%2520I%2520Will%2520Follow%2520You%2520Into%2520The%2520Dark.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#663300;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to this song too this morn..oh man..i was gonna sing it for social night in sierra if if IF i had got into the finals.haha.but yea i didnt..not that i was particularly keen on singing on stage anyway..haha but yea..here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train - Drops of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#663300"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ0bpRWYS9icm5SZlJnZuUmbvR3ci9mY/Train%2520-%2520Drops%2520of%2520Jupiter.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#663300;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return of her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and talks like June, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is over rated&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And then you miss me while you were lookin' for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;br /&gt;Told a story 'bout a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you&lt;br /&gt;even when i know your wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance, five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had... and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me did&lt;br /&gt;you sail accross the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky way&lt;br /&gt;to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;and that heaven is over rated&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;one without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;and did you miss me while you were&lt;br /&gt;looking for yourself&lt;br /&gt;na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,&lt;br /&gt;na,na&lt;br /&gt;And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,&lt;br /&gt;na,na&lt;br /&gt;And did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;Fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And are you lonely while looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&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/3124073764958059825-4502752418519965873?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/4502752418519965873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=4502752418519965873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4502752418519965873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4502752418519965873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/lalalalalala.html' title='lalalalalala=)'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7715774813988790322</id><published>2007-07-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:56:45.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna go home</title><content type='html'>its one of those days..i feel like flying to the moon..in a capsule where time does not move...where time freezes at the right time and the right place to capture the right moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pity time waits for no man..rachel told me once that many ppl overlook the factor of time..it's very true i guess..though i dont really know what it means.haha.i get it..but dont really get it..aiyah..listen music can already dont need to think.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer this version of this song..more..soothing..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelion - Fly Me To The Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#0000FF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9yZy9mLhR3cpZnclRHbh5SYn5WYtlWY/Neon%2520Genesis%2520Evangelion%2520-%2520Fly%2520Me%2520To%2520The%2520Moon.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#0000FF;border:#FFFF00;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And let me play among the stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;In other words hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words darling kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life with song&lt;br /&gt;And let me sing forevermore&lt;br /&gt;You are all I hope for&lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;In other words please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea here are a few more songs that i was listening to that day and yea i'll like to share them with you! pls enjoy!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service - Nothing Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FFFF00"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5ycl1Wa0hXdhVGZhZmZpRnL3d3d/Postal%2520Service%2520-%2520Nothing%2520Better.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFFF00;border:#0000CC;button:#0000CC;player_text:#0000CC;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Change Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#660000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5ycsFWeyVWY/The%2520Killers%2520-%25208%2520Change%2520Your%2520Mind.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#660000;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-7715774813988790322?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7715774813988790322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=7715774813988790322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7715774813988790322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/7715774813988790322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='i wanna go home'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-630076643081220745</id><published>2007-07-04T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:05:29.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a cardigan</title><content type='html'>they played this song on the PA this morning..it has so much meaning to me..it says all the stuffs that i wanna say for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music always has this weird effect on me.i dont know why..but yea i like it.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cardigans - Lovefool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuU3bulGd0l2a/The%2520Cardigans%2520-%2520Lovefool.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear, I fear we're facing a problem&lt;br /&gt;you love me no longer, I know&lt;br /&gt;and maybe there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I can do to make you do&lt;br /&gt;Mama tells me I shouldn't bother&lt;br /&gt;that I ought just stick to another man&lt;br /&gt;a man that surely deserves me&lt;br /&gt;but I think you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cry, and I pray and I beg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;fool me fool me&lt;br /&gt;go on and fool me&lt;br /&gt;love me love me&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you love me&lt;br /&gt;leave me leave me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried, and I begged for you to&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;leave me leave me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;I can't care about anything but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have desperately pondered,&lt;br /&gt;spent my nights awake and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;what I could have done in another way&lt;br /&gt;to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Reason will not pledge a solution&lt;br /&gt;I will end up lost in confusion&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you really care&lt;br /&gt;as long as you don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cry, I pray and I beg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;fool me fool me&lt;br /&gt;go on and fool me&lt;br /&gt;love me love me&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you love me&lt;br /&gt;leave me leave me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried, and I begged for you to&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;leave me leave me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;I can't care about anything but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anything but you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;fool me fool me&lt;br /&gt;go on and fool me&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;I know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;I can't care about anything but you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-630076643081220745?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/630076643081220745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=630076643081220745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/630076643081220745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/630076643081220745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-cardigan.html' title='i want a cardigan'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3577362755730826671</id><published>2007-07-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:38:15.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why didn't it work this time?</title><content type='html'>had AHM training today..16km..one of those nice long runs..long runs to clear your mind of whatever troubles you have and whatnot.but it didnt work this time.not this time man.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was running on just pure emotions.run run runnning away trying to escape from reality..i didnt even feel tired cause of all that emotions welled up in me. i tried to make myself so tired i would stop thinking..have no more energy to think..maybe i'll feel better.but nope..couldnt..no matter how hard i ran i wasnt tired..the emotions were just so great it was overwhelming.it's amazing actually how powerful welled up emotions can be..it never goes away.i wish things didnt have to end up like this.i can only hope..and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i came in first today for the first time as a result.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-3577362755730826671?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3577362755730826671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=3577362755730826671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3577362755730826671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3577362755730826671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-didnt-it-work-this-time.html' title='why didn&apos;t it work this time?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6282854828609740583</id><published>2007-07-02T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:45:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never fear for daryl's here</title><content type='html'>The Fray - Look After You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#CC0033"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Cdl5mL0JXYlhmclZXZsNmL3d3d/The%2520Fray%2520-%2520Look%2520After%2520You.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#CC0033;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't say this now I will surely break&lt;br /&gt;As I'm leaving the one I want to take&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;My heart has started to separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go&lt;br /&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know&lt;br /&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my Baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there was a doubt&lt;br /&gt;My love she leans into me&lt;br /&gt;This most assuredly counts&lt;br /&gt;She says most assuredly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;After You&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always have and never hold&lt;br /&gt;You've begun to feel like home&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is yours to leave or take&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is yours to make your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me (repeat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8840413084003707988</id><published>2007-07-01T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:51:45.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've decided..and i shall stick by it</title><content type='html'>wow this four days off from ocs almost made me forget that i had to book in today.sheesh.i feel like post A levels days all over again man.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been thinking alot lately..for i dont know what reason..and lately i've been feeling kinda confused and lost..i dont know what to think anymore..yea i woke up damn early this morning and couldnt sleep cause my thoughts was just swirling round and round in my head.its getting on my nerves..so i took my ipod..wore some singlet and went for a run..one of those long runs..those therapeutic runs that just helps you get over what it is you are trying to get over..and it worked!haha.i feel so much better now..though still a little shaky..but yea..my mind is clear..i've sort through my thoughts and there's no turning back anymore..smile!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Let Love In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#0000FF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9SYpRWZtlGdsVXbvIDduVmcy9Gd-9SbvNmLwRHdoVmdyV2cuQzZulGdz9GalNWYwNXa/The%2520Goo%2520Goo%2520Dolls%2520-%2520Let%2520Love%2520in.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#0000FF;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You wait, wanting this world&lt;br /&gt;To let you in&lt;br /&gt;And you stand there&lt;br /&gt;A frozen light&lt;br /&gt;In dark and empty streets&lt;br /&gt;You smile hiding behind&lt;br /&gt;A God-given face&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're so much more&lt;br /&gt;Everything they ignore&lt;br /&gt;Is all that I need to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I ever believed in&lt;br /&gt;The answer that could never be found&lt;br /&gt;The moment you decided to let love in&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm banging on the door of an angel&lt;br /&gt;The end of fear is where we begin&lt;br /&gt;The moment we decided to let love in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for you to find your way&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on for all you need&lt;br /&gt;That's all we need to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my chances while&lt;br /&gt;You take your time with&lt;br /&gt;This game you play&lt;br /&gt;But I can't control your soul&lt;br /&gt;You need to let me know&lt;br /&gt;You leaving or you gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I ever believed in&lt;br /&gt;The answer that could never be found&lt;br /&gt;The moment you decided to let love in&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm banging on the door of an angel&lt;br /&gt;The end of fear is where we begin&lt;br /&gt;The moment we decided to let love in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing we can do about&lt;br /&gt;The things we have to do without&lt;br /&gt;The only way to feel again&lt;br /&gt;Is let love in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing we can do about&lt;br /&gt;The things we have to live without&lt;br /&gt;The only way to see again&lt;br /&gt;Is let love in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I ever believed in&lt;br /&gt;The answer that could never be found&lt;br /&gt;The moment you decided to let love in&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm banging on the door of an angel&lt;br /&gt;The end of fear is where we begin&lt;br /&gt;The moment we decided to let love in&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/3124073764958059825-8840413084003707988?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8840413084003707988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8840413084003707988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8840413084003707988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8840413084003707988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-decidedand-i-shall-stick-by-it.html' title='i&apos;ve decided..and i shall stick by it'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-5777702087650214218</id><published>2007-06-30T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T19:33:22.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not another one?</title><content type='html'>haha hey man i just feel like putting up so much music today.it may be good or bad..but they're just the songs i feel like listening to right now.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Stand By Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FFFF00"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Lrl2c112Lt92YuMXdtlGbpNmL3d3d/Oasis%2520-%2520Stand%2520By%2520Me.mp3.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFFF00;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FFFF00"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvInZuUWZyZmLud3bkRWZ0N3b/Coldplay%2520-%2520The%2520Scientist.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFFF00;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Unintended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FFFF00"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvUWdxl2c112LyZmLlVmcm5iblZnblBXZs5CZ/Muse%2520-%2520Unintended.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFFF00;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Poster Of A Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=5777702087650214218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5777702087650214218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/5777702087650214218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-another-one.html' title='not another one?'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3520004075993844422</id><published>2007-06-30T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:54:27.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>could you? i think you could.</title><content type='html'>could you read my mind for me? cause i think i cant interpret my thoughts properly.ha.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why i dont like to be serious about things. i tend to joke around i tend to not take thing seriously all the time and i never actually thought about how or why i'm like that...well i guess its cause i'm not serious about that too.but i have sorta come to the realization or conclusion that i am like that because i simply refuse to think about what the answer may be for fear of the answer itself.you get me?you prolly dont but yea i get me.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get serious about things i tend to think too much about them.i come up with conclusions that have no backings and i tend to wonder why things are like that..why things are the way they are.is it because of something i did?or something i didn't do? or perhaps there's nothing to it at all in the first place.most of the time it's just nothing and i'm just thinking too much..sometimes..only sometimes it turns out to be true.and when what i fear turns out to be true..i stop thinking about the important issues again and revert back to my un-serious self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my hunger's driving me to say all these nonsense.didnt eat anything since breakfast man,what have i been thinking.shit i'm starving..curry noodles here i come!!!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Read My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3520004075993844422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/3520004075993844422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/06/could-you-i-think-you-could.html' title='could you? i think you could.'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-466883977657156492</id><published>2007-06-29T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:19:11.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infantry..close companions..with my rifle and my buddy and me</title><content type='html'>hello! i noticed that ever since i entered the army..i only update my blog every two months..this time i'm early by a few days i guess.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well time does fly huh..like more than a quarter of my army life's over already..pretty quick ya? i don't know why but time is fast disappearing..to me that is..i dont know about you but i can just imagine myself commissioning soon..then hopefully go back to tekong as an instructor and then yea..ORD!haha.oh well then by that time i would have wished that time didnt pass that fast or something like that.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i'm entering the next phase of training..the hardcore one..my wing has been split up into the various arms and i have been posted to infantry..they say its the best place to be already.ha.but i know i was only posted here because i'm representing ocs in the army half marathon(AHM)..which i havent been training for for quite some time now already.ha.oh wells.i'll prolly go for one of those 15 or 16km runs later..if i dont feel lazy enough..ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well like i said sierra got split up so now the only girl left in the infantry camp is unfortunately not in my wing..she was in my section previously so i was quite used to having a girl around to talk to but now it's just all guys..i'm not complaining..now we can walk around with our shirts off..occasionally see someone run to the toilet in just his underwear and yea..super guy stuff.haha.but seriously i find talking to a girl very different from talking to a guy.i dont know why..maybe it's just me but yea that's me.haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few weeks i've been thinking alot of myself, of those around me of how things have been going on for me.i've been doing things i've never done before..things my friends reckon i would never do and shouldnt do..oh well it's done and that's my decision and i'm never turning back.i'm free and so are you!haha.i just thought of this song and it's for all you free birds out there!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynard Skynard - Free Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3L1hmLhJHd4VmLyVWbtV3cklWb/lynyrd%2520skynyrd%2520-%2520free%2520bird.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea anyways many interestong things have happened over the last few weeks.there was my birthday..there was social night..there was platoon field camp..there was platoon live firing..and there was the end of 67/07 sierra wing.lemme see where should i start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my birthday was quite boring..i didnt do much..but to everyone of you who remembered thank you! it means alot to just remember someone's birthday i think..be it by memory or because friendster reminded you or perhaps its stored in your handphone reminders.haha. so anyway i was in camp on my birthday and managed to book out at about evening to go home.the night before my PC surprised us all the june babies by buying us a huge huge chocolate cake with a cup of bubble tea for everyone..hee..was quite pleased you know..at least in camp we still got to enjoy ourselves..so yes back to my birthday itself..you wont believe it i went home and just slept.it was the best present at that point of time cause i was just so tired..plus i was feeling under the weather so yea..sleep was the best option at that point of time.oh yea thanks for all the pressies that you ppl gave me..the cd..the shirt..etc..love it.thanks.ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social night was oh so cool.i was so excited to go then when the day came i actually felt nervous..maybe cause my date was just so stunningly hot.hahaha.i swear she was the best looking in the entire place..noone coould come close.so yea besides that the food was kinda sucky..except for the prawns which i dont normally eat..but because i was so desperate(they didnt want to serve me rice!) i actually learned on the spot how to peal the skin off from the prawns.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well..the end of 67/07 ocs sierra wing..was damn emo la i wanted to cry man i tell you.haha we didnt even have a proper goodbye or something because everything was so rushed and like what with all the area cleaning and inspections and packing going on.it was like so sooo rushed and before you know it.it was over.thank god we met up yesterday.haha..was crazy man..we went to kbox and like just sang our hearts out..not that we were very good at it..but yea the feelings were there.such a nice warm feeling.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea today's one of those chill out sit at home and relak one corner days where you dont do anything except pass the time doing stuffs like this or just wasting time thinking about how the sky would look like tonight..whether the rain will come exactly when i start to run or whether someone out there is thinking of you as you think of them..haha.have you got these kinda days? it's quite therapeutic actually.loosens you up but at the same time makes you just wish you could do something..something about how things work and something about just something.okayy i think i better stop writing before more nonsense than even i dont understand starts spilling out from my mouth..no my fingers..no..hmm..whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every you and every me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - Every You Every Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0033"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLyZWZuV3c0l2a/Placebo%2520-%2520Every%252C%2520me%2520Every%252C%2520You.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF0033;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite detached today.apart from the world.shit man i think i'm becoming a full fletched army man.i feel so lost and with nothing to do whenever i'm out of camp.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Half The World Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuIWdsNmL4VXZoFmYuUmck5WY/Oasis%2520-%2520Half%2520The%2520World%2520Away.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-466883977657156492?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/466883977657156492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=466883977657156492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/466883977657156492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/466883977657156492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/06/infantryclose-companionswith-my-rifle.html' title='infantry..close companions..with my rifle and my buddy and me'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-6318558449710660701</id><published>2007-05-27T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:51:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause we are the best</title><content type='html'>heellooooo. okay this is scary cause the army has dictated that we should not talk about anything in army..anything we've learnt and whatever they do in there..hush hush..haha..so yes i cant talk much about pretty anything cause that's my life now..the army life.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've got some time today so yea i kinda decided to update some shit on this place before blogger kicks me out or something for not updating this anymore and taking up free space.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'm in ocs sierra wing.the wing with girls.haha..oh man the girls are super pro dont ever look down on them they do exactly what the hell we do.and although some do this for the scholarships..a couple actually do it on their accord..cos they wanna serve the nation and protect their home.sheesh i dont know what they are thinking but i'm glad they've got a sense of purpose in their lives.haha. and its not like they are people who screwed up their A's or something and cant get into uni..there are all RJ and VJ and HC people.scary huh..doesnt that just put so many guys to shame? yes it does..i'm ashamed of myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what we do in there and what i've been up to for the last ten weeks shall be kept a secret cause i dont know what can i say and what i cant say but yea..if i say what i'm not supposed to say and they find out i get charged and sent to jail or something..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's prolly one thing i can talk about which is that i'm training for the army half marathon and i'm actually gonna represent ocs! cool shit huh. and like my training partners are like the same people i used to race with at nationals last time and lose to.haha.now we train together as one team.nicee.i swear i'm fitter now than i ever was training in cross country.haha.sheesh.what a waste huh..oh and i got a new pair of shoes..a pair of mizuno trainers and i'm sooo happy.haha..there're like my girlfriends man..i admit i do have a shoe fetish man.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the intermission. some songs to keep you occupied.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Monster Hospital(MSTRKRFT remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmL6Vmbl1Wan5SZu5WZpRXZ/metric%20-%20monster%20hospital%20%28mstrkrft%20remix%29.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive Attack - Teardrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9icm5SZlJnZus2YvJnLjl2c11mLzRXaoJTZ/Massive%20Attack%20-%20Teardrops.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways my life has been kinda routine and boring..on weekdays in ocs,,i wake at 5.30am and the day ends at 10.30pm..this is a normal day and usually the only few things i look forward to are meals and lights out.yea i love to sleep and sleep's never enough in there.on unlucky days there's live firing, tests on weapons on demolitions, on safety regulations blah blah blah.and somehow there always seems to be a highlight event everyday..there's never a day that i would say.."wow today's damn slack" it's always "wah today got SOC" or "wah sian live firing till 2am tonight". well anyways the good thing's that the people here are damn nice and like just damn cooperative and yea nice..not like the people in bmt which i mentioned in my previous entry,gosh those people! never thought they existed.but i've not met anyone here that i really detest or whatnot.guess it's cause we are the best in the SAF.haha.well you might think that i dont really like ocs much but i tell you there's not a day that i really regret coming here(not that i had a choice.ha)but seriously this is the best place to be already man.although the training's mother hard..the pride is even greater.gosh it's just too cool to be an officer cadet.the pride..the respect..it says everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends i dont do much cos i'm hardly out anyway..if its a normal weekend, its bookout from sat afternoon to sun night..so yea i usually spam the going out with friends and all on sat and spend sun recuperating for the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yea i didnt get into law at nus.shucks.got into business administration which isnt too bad either but yea i just wanted to get into law.i'm appealing in and if i dont get it i'll try again next yr.and if by 2009 if i dont get it then it means its fated and i shall strive to either be the entrepreneur of the yr someday or be the top investment banker in some investment bank.haha.if i do get into law..an averagely top-notched lawyer job should be good enough.ha oh man.i'm not really sure what to do with my life.but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with some friends yesterday..well i didnt really go out with esther.we just chilled at the park and talked about our lives.haha.so emo huh.then went for dinner with my grandparents at gardens and decided to drop over at jj's house since it was so nearby..man we talked about damn alot of shit man and finally ended up at coffee bean drinking coffee like we always used to.gosh i miss my friends..as in my old friends! i hope we never lose contact.though i dont think we ever will.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm gonna get a tattoo soon.an ambigram of my name i think and like on my back just below my neck.but yeea i havent decided completely yet so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i'm boring you already so yea this post is over.i'm actually bored of myself i think army has dulled my brains.haha.so now for more music=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knife - Silent Shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LzVGbpZ2X4VGZul2L5M3bz53LzlmLphmL3d3d/01%20The%20Knife%20-%20Silent%20Shout.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Everything In It's Right Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6318558449710660701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/6318558449710660701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/05/cause-we-are-best.html' title='cause we are the best'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2284472154249196131</id><published>2007-03-22T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:15.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falcon warriors marching in now</title><content type='html'>it's been nine weeks already huh? man time really flies..it's like march already man..the last time i sat here doing this, it was still january. amazing. ha ok actually i did have time to fill this up over the course of my BMT(basic military training) but you have to understand that bookout time is precious and should not be wasted in front of the com.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm on block leave now so i kinda decided to do this for fun since i have some time to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well life in army wasn't as bad as i expected..the food was surprisingly good(and unhealthy..you should see how much oil there is in everything) except for the breakfast which was mainly overly oiled noodles or crappy stuff. so i usually eat damn little for breakfast and whack all the food in lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a normal day starts at 5.30am(yes it's absurd i know) and by 5.45am we have to fall in downstairs for breakfast. i usually wake up at like 5.40am and just rush down. and you know there will be people who would still be later than me?! spastic man. i don't know what they do that's more important than falling in on time. speaking of spastic..i tell you the army has really opened my eyes..sheesh some people can be really stupid and like have no common sense at all..i mean like they cant even follow simple instructions and they'll ask you over and over and over again to repeat the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i shan't dwell on these people i'm just glad i'll prolly not see them anymore. you know how they always say you make damn good friends in army? well i'm quite disappointed cos i didnt really like many of the people there..i guess like maybe it's cos i already have such great friends that these army friends will never be able to take their place.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let's see what have i done in the army that may interest you..well we shot live rounds from the m16 which is prolly so old my dad used the same gun. we threw real grenades(the sheer impact and noise was awesome). we had a five day outfield camp where we didn't bathe at all and had camouflage cream on our face and neck and hands the whole time. we had this thing called situational test(sitest) to see if you've got what it takes to be a commander or some rubbish. leme see what else...OOOHH yes road marches!!! i hate them. sucky shit. marching around in full battle order really destroys your back. full battle order consists of the LBV(load bearing vest), filed pack, helmet, rifle and full uniform(long four) i estimate that the total weight of all that is about 15kg. sounds alright but try wearing that for 24km! ha i'm sooooo bloody glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i'm kinda bored talking about army cos this is like the 100th time i'm saying this cos everytime i meet my friends who arent in the army yet or are girls i'll tell them this and so ya..i'm tired of saying it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets just put some music and pics on board ya..they speak a thousand words for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RgH4Z34qnII/AAAAAAAAADA/lWloo0YOYmk/s1600-h/IMG_3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RgH4Z34qnII/AAAAAAAAADA/lWloo0YOYmk/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044586181013707906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Plug In Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fraphael.rollin.free.fr%2Fradio%2Fradioraph%2Fsounds%2FMuse%20-%20Plug%20In%20Baby.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - You And Whose Army?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Felendil63.free.fr%2Fradio.blog.2.5%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FRadiohead%20-%20You%20And%20Whose%20Army.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom Yorke - The Eraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2284472154249196131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/03/falcon-warriors-marching-in-now.html' title='falcon warriors marching in now'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RgH4Z34qnII/AAAAAAAAADA/lWloo0YOYmk/s72-c/IMG_3575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-5616059120691148235</id><published>2007-01-11T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:15.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't dream it's over</title><content type='html'>i was in kfc with brendan and faye yesterday and this song was playing and i forgot how much i used to love this song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Pence None The Richer - Don't Dream It's Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CCCCFF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.freeweb.hu%2Fsmallvillesun%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Fsix_pence_none%20the_richer_don't_dream%20it's_over.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CCCCFF;border:#00FF00;button:#00FF00;player_text:#00FF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was out with ATG plus van minus angie. we watched curse of the golden flower. was ok. it was the company i enjoyed i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like exactly 26 hours more till i go in so i'm quite certain this will be my last post for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i have to make a correction to one of my entries i did about a week or more ago..the one about the songs personal jesus? yea i said that johnny cash was the first to sing that song but i was wrong. depeche mode was indeed the one who sang it first. johnny cash made a cover of it. he made this cd covering all these kinda songs and many ppl started to think that johnny cash started these songs first because like he's damn old and all. haha. confusing kid man. anyway i'm just happy depeche mode was the first to have sang personal jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to yesterday. here's a pic of us in starhubs after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RaWiEmRwuwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d1lv_79clwk/s1600-h/starbucks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RaWiEmRwuwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d1lv_79clwk/s320/starbucks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018595559652506370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be at a loss of things to write about anymore these few days..seems like i'm gonna fit very well in the army kind of mentality. haha. so i'll just put more songs and pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Combat Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FFFFFF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fnaoul.free.fr%2Fgrandmix%2Fsounds%2FMetric%20-%20Combat%20Baby.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#0099CC;button:#0099CC;player_text:#0099CC;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offspring - Spare Me The Details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FFFFCC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fkarinnoh.4ever.ifrance.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Offspring%20-%20Spare%20Me%20The%20Details.swf&amp;colors=body:#FFFFCC;border:#33CC66;button:#33CC66;player_text:#33CC66;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-5616059120691148235?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RaWiEmRwuwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d1lv_79clwk/s72-c/starbucks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2552307839064507238</id><published>2007-01-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't decide!</title><content type='html'>well well it's tue today and like in 3 days i'll be right where i'll be for the next two years. there's a feeling of like scary-ness and also anticipation. i'm sure it's not that bad. haha. anyways i'm kinda lazy to write stuff in here at this point of time. must spend more time away from the com and more outside yes? haha. gonna eat dinner later then go watch deathnote 2 although i've no idea what's it about..didn't watch deathnote 1 and plus bren told me the show sucks. oh well what the hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri the party at bren's house was awesome. i gotta get an xbox 360 too and play gears of war. we played from 11am on fri till 7am on sat and the game's still not over. epic game man. finished a bottle of scotch and puked my guts out (shan't do it again for like a year or something). played tower defence and managed to clear the 50 levels. talked alot of shit. and shaved our heads in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now this's the part i just put random songs and pictures up for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RaNrgV6d1QI/AAAAAAAAACc/uQ2vvMpZ7UA/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RaNrgV6d1QI/AAAAAAAAACc/uQ2vvMpZ7UA/s320/after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017972613203219714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok man tah-tah..adios..if i don't update before fri it means i'm gone to army already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2552307839064507238?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2552307839064507238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CC0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.boudu.org%2Fradioblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBloc%20Party%20-%20Banquet.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CC0000;border:#003300;button:#003300;player_text:#003300;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - This Modern Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CC0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.glenc.com%2Fmusic%2Fjuke%2Fsounds%2FBloc%20Party%20-%20This%20Modern%20Love.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CC0000;border:#003300;button:#003300;player_text:#003300;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2294585006539992325</id><published>2007-01-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:02:39.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello mr 2007!</title><content type='html'>how'd you spent new year's eve? i countdowned in the toilet while i was showering. very anti-climax hoh.haha. came out from the bathroom to the tune of my neighbours shouting yaaaaaammmmm seeennnnggg!!! haha. well happy new year to you too! was chatting with all the other people on msn who didnt go out partaaying too.haha. my sis and my dad were watching LOTR in the hall and my dad and I were downing cognac mixed with sprite. didnt really feel like drinking that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class friends wanted to go marina to watch the fireworks and countdown..sooo not my style.haha. i said i'll think about it but i already knew the answer and it was no. sorry guys! i just think it's lame. besides i really didnt feel like going out that day too. was kinda like in a contemplative mood that night.like the look out the window and watch cars passing by..looking at the stars and somehow derive some meaning from their existence. well yea something like that. i had this pretty lame idea about going for a run at like maybe 11.45 till 12.15..then i could say i ran into the new year.haha. that must be the lamest thing i've thought of this year..or rather last year. but ya at least for once i wanted to do something different on new year's eve you know. and that night i just really wanted to spend it alone. running alone by myself..with the wind blowing on my face..a time when i can be truly myself and discover myself. ok that sounds quite rubbishy. plus i don't really give much of a shit about the new year. it's just another day actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with jj on msn and he asked me what my new year's resolution was and i was like..omg! i completely forgot about that! shows how much importance i place on the new year huh.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up the next morning to watch the rest of borat. i was watching the night before but i decided to stop and talk to rachel. if i had watched borat she would have been so bored while i was being entertained. whereas if i talked to rachel we would both be entertained.haha. it's nice talking to someone who's so random and easy..like you can say anything like that..right rachel??haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes the first few hours of my new year was spent watching borat and i think it's so-so only. it's not lousy but i wouldn't watch it again. and like i couldn't believe myself but i slept for like 4 hours after lunch..from 12 noon to 4pm. weird man not like i didnt have enough sleep. apparently i must have been drained or something and didnt even know it. so yea i awoke feeling quite unaccomplished with myself..didnt party didnt do nothing. super sloth. so i decided to go for a run! it's been a long time since i went for a long run and since i didnt carry out my plan from the night before i decided to do it that moment since i had nothing on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally when i run i would go for some route that would kinda go one round so that i would end up back at home. so that means i would have to turn back halfway. this time i felt like going on and on..straight forward without turning back. my fitness now is obviously much much worse that last time so i knew i wouldnt make it far anyway. i took my ipod and my ez link card and set out on my little trip. i don't know why but these few days i just feel like i wanna be all on my own..like spent a week on a deserted island by myself. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put on bloc party and scissor sisters to listen to and i ran and ran and ran. normally i would start at my place..follow the mrt line all the way to yck and loop back at yck road towards teacher's estate and come back by thomson road. this time i continued to follow the mrt line all the way to somewhere after lentor where i saw the turnoff to SLE and like the busstops i was running past kinda didnt have any more buses that could take me back home..like buses that would bring me to punggol and pasir ris.haha. so i had to turn back if i wanted to take a bus back. bloody hell as of 1st jan i'm an adult. so my bus fare was 87cents. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention? i saw a gay couple making out under the SLE while i was running. gosh what's the world coming to. the weird thing was that they were young. they were wearing their uniforms..like sec 2 or 3..guess that's why they had to hide huh. and they were squating! haha must have been uncomfortable. but i guess they probably didnt feel anything in the heat of the moment.ha. didnt even see or hear me coming. then again it was like the most remote place on earth besides brendan's house.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea that about sums up my first day of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister has been pestering me to listen to depeche mode. i finally caved in and i swear they are actually quite good. i found out that this marilyn manson song was actually originally done by depeche mode..which was originally sang by johnny cash.ha. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence(Deviotional Tour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#330066"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#330099"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2F207.58.160.9%2Fforums%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FDepeche%20Mode%20-%20Personal%20Jesus.rbs&amp;colors=body:#330099;border:#66FFFF;button:#66FFFF;player_text:#66FFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson - Personal Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#330099"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.jebossedansla.com%2Fgiombee%2Fblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMarilyn%20Manson%20-%20Personal%20Jesus.rbs&amp;colors=body:#330099;border:#66FFFF;button:#66FFFF;player_text:#66FFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you can hear how the song has been changed over the years. i know marilyn manson may sound like satanic and all to you but keep an open mind! haha. he does make good music i reckon.ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2294585006539992325?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2294585006539992325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2294585006539992325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2294585006539992325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2294585006539992325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-mr-2007.html' title='hello mr 2007!'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2111886182862969154</id><published>2006-12-31T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:10:39.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it ain't so</title><content type='html'>ok i've found out that it's official already. together together happily ever after. that was fast man. actually 3 months is alright. i think it may be the right time to open that spare bottle of pott rum in my drawer. the martell cognac in the kitchen is beckoning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Say It Ain't So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#C6C6C6"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.softedgedesigns.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FWeezer%20--%20Say%20It%20Aint%20So.rbs&amp;colors=body:#C6C6C6;border:#006600;button:#006600;player_text:#006600;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2111886182862969154?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2111886182862969154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2111886182862969154' title='0 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type='text'>whatsername</title><content type='html'>friday bren came over to my place after our very productive gym training. i wanted jj to come too but he couldnt. bren and me were in kinda some sorta spying mood that day..shan't elaborate but it was fun doing what we did at J8 and at my place..like some playground man my estate.ha so anyways he left that night after trying my dad's otahs which i must say..are very good! better than the real thing i tell him. bet it made his day.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat came and went and i was kinda pissed with the way sat turned out. not so much what we did but what we didnt do. oh well. something like that i'm not sure what i'm talking about too anyway. so like my sis and I met my cousins in cityhall to go marina square to go bowling. i hate bowling unless it's at kelvin's club. anyway so we were there on time and they were late..as usual. sometimes i should just be late too..like fashionably late. i'm always early or on time. it sucks to wait around doing nothing. so yes anyway we went to bowl and i hated the bowling shoes they gave us. why do they always always have to make bowling shoes so ugly and uncomfortable. i swear they do it on purpose or something just to see us in a ridiculous manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i was really cheesed out about yesterday was that i had to miss the wings' gathering at vjc for some crappy dinner with my grandparents to celebrate new year's eve. for christ's sake it wasn't even new year's eve. it was the eve of new year's eve. it's just because it's some tradition or something which i understand anyway. but ya it wasnt a grand affair or anything either. ate at the hallal food court banquet and ate some fish and chips that were kinda not so good..made me feel sick and all. the coffee was good though. anyway i could have still gone for the gathering at vj after the dinner but i thought it would be damn lame or something to turn up when everyone was about to leave. i didnt really want to go for it for the wings ppl or whatever..it's just that all my favourite track friends were going except amanda and me. and i hate being left out. haha insecurities huh. oh ya speaking of amanda..i wanted to surprise visit her after bowling at citilink adadas but i guess she wasn't working then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that night i went home and watched 2 vcds back to back cause i was so bored. alien vs predator and MI3. the former i havent watched before but the latter i already did. it was worth it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this morning..sun new year's eve..i woked up feeling damn depressed and lost and whatever words that can be used to describe someone who feels like just disappearing or dying. i rarely wake up that way by the way. so i get up cause i have to leave for church in 25 minutes and i go to brush my teeth feeling as depressed as ever and i realized the reason why all of a sudden. i had a dream which i didnt like. a dream of whatsername. you know i hardly ever have dreams. well this one was particularly disturbing because they say dreams are a reflection of your true thoughts and emotions. it's what you think of in your sub-conscious state and tells the truth about what you want and desire..unlike in reality where you can bluff yourself to believe what you want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it all started on fri when i was in school gyming with bren and jj. we went to the toilet at the quadrangle and the whole bunch of counsellors were there to practice i don't know what shit for the j1 orientation in a few days time. i knew whatsername would be there and i was kinda nervous..didnt want to bump into her. but i was telling them guys that i'm over already..no way am i even gonna wish she was back anymore. whatever. so ya we walked across the quadrangle and we saw whatsisface and like...i shant say.. then like i don't know she comes from but whatsername appears and waves at us..or rather jj. well that kinda scared me a little i dont know why. i'm such a pathetic loser. anyway i guess that had something to do with my dream cause in my dream it went something like whatsername smsed me..kinda asking me if we could start over again and that blah blah blah. i was thinking to myself in my dream that whatsisface must have played and toyed with whatsername. oh well whatever. and in my dream i could remember that i did tell bren and jj that i won't want whatsername back. blah blah blah somemore things happened after that which was the main part that kinda made me feel so depressed. i wont say it i'm sorry. some things are better left to myself. but ya the gist of it all was that if i did dream about this..there has to be a reason and i think i kinda know the answer at the back of my head but i just don't want to admit it. like i said..how loser can i get already man. get over it you bitch daryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya i went to church and prayed that i would feel better and get over this nonsense..and prayed that whatsername will be better to whatsisface. soften up her cold heart i told god. it really isnt fair to me. and then like it couldn't get worse i saw whatsername in  church. luckily whatsername didnt see me. i was wearing the shirt whatsername gave me for my birthday. i should have thrown it away already but it's a nice shirt and all. whatever. plus my heart was racing for like two minutes after i saw whatsername. sheesh. do you think whatsername has already thrown away the gifts i got her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes i went for lunch went shopping with my mum to get her some clothes and i come home and chat on msn. i saw lionel online so i said hi. well he hasnt replied me yet  but i saw his display pic. i swear god is doing this to me on purpose. there in his pic was shiming and him..xin yin..and whatsername and whatsisface. stop haunting me! i swear this is sufficient reason for downing a bottle of whiskey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know if any of my close friends read this they would be scolding me again. sheesh. i should scold myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenday - whatsername&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#993300"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fps2blaise.free.fr%2Fmusique%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FGreenDay-%20Whatsername.rbs&amp;colors=body:#993300;border:#0A0A0A;button:#090909;player_text:#090909;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8169724311898327810?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8169724311898327810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2039618275110453173</id><published>2006-12-28T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:25:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a walk</title><content type='html'>so today i went for training again. was one hell of a training session i swear my coach is a compulsive liar..always makes training harder than he says it'll be. so today i was doing 300m intervals and like yesterday i was saying about how having a song in your head really makes a difference to the way you run cause of the in-built tempo thingy. today was really funny cause it was this song that had quite an alright beat but was called "take a walk" by spoon. and you know when you are running and dead beat but still running, the first thing that comes to mind is to stop and well..take a walk!haha. unfortunately i cant find that song online so you cant hear it.haha sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus home i was just thinking to myself. just recently i was like doing so many things, like staying over doing this and doing that. but now i've just been training for i don't know what and coming home to go online and do this shit and look at friendster and check my email and chat on msn and all the common rubbish we do on the net. guess like everyone got kinda bored of doing the same thing over and over again. well also because like almost everyone i know has kinda started working or was already working except for the bunch of us guys who are going into the army in jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like only one thing i look forward to. it's the planned stayover at brendan's house next fri. he just got back from europe and bought me a swiss army knife! thanks bren guess it may be of help in the army.haha. anyway he bought this bottle of johnny walker black label whiskey and we are planning to finish that bottle at his house. it'll kinda be and encore of what we did the last time just that more people will be here this time and playing poker and dota and what have you. they kinda want it to be like the party at my house and since bren didnt come the last time he wants to have it too. well they cant have it at my house this time cause my parents are back so it'll be at bren's house, the next best place where free will can be fully attained.haha. i was thinking to myself and comparing this party we're having at bren's house to a bachelor party that a guy holds before he gets married. it's kinda like the last chance to be someone that you were before changing for something or someone. for me it's before i go army. so ya. does it make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway this morning i was talking to rachel on msn and we were like talking about songs and all and she recommended me this song by weezer called burndt jamb and it was really nice! we were saying like how it makes us feel when we listen to this song  and i was telling her it made me feel like as though i was in one of those cafes by the beach sipping cocktails. and she said with a cold wind and a hot sun. and i thought to myself that that's what life should be man. haha. anyway couldnt find that song online either so here's another one by weezer. it's from the same album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay! it's my sis's birthday today and we're gonna eat at the crab shack. it's this place that sells great crabs along thomson road and i recommend it to all you people who love crabs but don't wanna go all the way to east coast.haha. i'm gonna eat the crab baked rice today. are you salivating yet? i am!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Island In The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#99FF33"  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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2039618275110453173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-walk.html' title='take a walk'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2239358558630136306</id><published>2006-12-27T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:38:09.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get in or get out</title><content type='html'>Hot Hot Heat - You Owe Me An IOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#000099"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.skyturnred.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FHot%20Hot%20Heat%20-%20%20You%20Owe%20Me%20An%20IOU.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000099;border:#BBBBBB;button:#FF0033;player_text:#FF0033;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you emo kids that need to cheer up!haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2239358558630136306?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2239358558630136306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=2239358558630136306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2239358558630136306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/2239358558630136306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-in-or-get-out.html' title='get in or get out'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2385356673222212517</id><published>2006-12-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:17.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RZJnYaKbkuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/x7a_DPXV_PY/s1600-h/IMG_3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RZJnYaKbkuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/x7a_DPXV_PY/s320/IMG_3439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013183004254376674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea this is what we do at training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was running today and you know having a song in your head really makes a difference to the way you run..like some in built tempo. and today i had this ultra emo not very fast beat song playing in my head the whole time. it was one of the songs i burned for vanessa as a birthday present. it's still in my head somebody kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Have To Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#996600"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fletric.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBright%20Eyes%20-%20Lover%20I%20Dont%20Have%20To%20Love.rbs&amp;colors=body:#996600;border:#000000;button:#0000CC;player_text:#0000CC;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be nice to have a lover you dont have to love? haha ok i guess that has just made me sound like someone incapable of love. whatever. sometimes love can be so complicated it's best to be without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2385356673222212517?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8262322758679298648</id><published>2006-12-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>HELLO! i know i've been gone long..too long actually but i've been really really busy the last week and i hadnt got time to write.plus i had some problem signing in so ya..please forgive me? i mean after all it is christmas day.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you the truth, christmas' no biggy to me.yea christ came down to be born so that he could die for us.thats all we need to celebrate right.i think it's far too overrated.but thats just me.or maybe thats just me today.i don't know i havent really been feeling so excited about stuff anymore.maybe it's cause of my impending doom.18 days more to the army.but somehow although i feel quite sad to go in and all, i'm looking forward to it too.somehow i just wanna get out of home.get out of the house.live somewhere else.once i'm old enough with enough money i would move out but now's not really a good time if you know what i mean.sheesh i must sound like some ingrate now.but ya that's just me.or me today at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but nowadays my head feels so light.like as though i've had to much to drink and too little to sleep.i feel like i'm sailing to the moon or something.oh wait that's just the song i was listening to.haha.i just got about to learning the piano scores again cause i'd forgotten them from last year.so rachel next time we meet i can play it for you when you ask me to.haha.well here's the song for you..Sail to the Moon by Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really love to truly sail to the moon one day.all alone in a capsule admiring the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Sail to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#666633"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fjrfranco.no-ip.com%2Fjp%2Fradiob%2Fsounds%2FRadiohead%20-%20Sail%20to%20the%20Moon.rbs&amp;colors=body:#666633;border:#040404;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song.hell i just love radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya anyways on saturday i was in the car with my dad and i didnt bring any cd or whatsoever so we listened to the radio right.i used to listen to perfect 10 and power 98 all the time last time until i started getting hooked on alternative and indie stuff.stuff you don't hear on the radio.haha.so like i cant really get used to the current today's hits anymore.you know i used to disturb my sis(who's 4 yrs older) that we had a generation gap between us cause she listened to class 95.haha said she was old and stuff.then that day cause i couldnt stand all the bloody R&amp;B hip hop thrash..i turned to class 95 and there they were playing Breakfast at Tiffany's by Oasis.and i was like "gosh i listen to that song still all the time!" am i really getting old?haha.oh well that songs damn nice too.i don't know but it seems like after a certain age or something songs start to have meaning all over again and like every single song seems to be able to somehow be related to your life.anyways this song had kinda some meaning to me.or whatever.unfortunately i cant find the version sang by oasis so this one's from Deep Blue Something.it's just as good.it's the lyrics that matters anyway.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You'll say, we've got nothing in common,&lt;br /&gt;No common ground to start from,&lt;br /&gt;And we're falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll say, the world has come between us,&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have come between us,&lt;br /&gt;Still I know you just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "What about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's?'"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I think I remember the film,&lt;br /&gt;And as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it."&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Well that's, the one thing we've got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, the only one who knew me,&lt;br /&gt;And now your eyes see through me,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So what now? It's plain to see we're over,&lt;br /&gt;And I hate when things are over,&lt;br /&gt;When so much is left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll say, that we've got nothin in common,&lt;br /&gt;No common ground to start from,&lt;br /&gt;And we're falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the world has come between us,&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have come between us,&lt;br /&gt;Still I know you just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "What about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's?'"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I think I, remember that film,&lt;br /&gt;And, as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it,"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Well that's, the one thing we got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "What about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's?'"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I think I, remember that film,&lt;br /&gt;And, as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it,"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Well that's, the one thing we got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Blue Something - Breakfast At Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#0000FF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww1.freeweb.hu%2Ftvedi%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FDeep%20Blue%20Something%20-%20Breakfast%20at%20Tiffany's.rbs&amp;colors=body:#0000FF;border:#161616;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by any chance would you be interested in what i did the last week?it's not much actually.and actually i don't care if you want to read it i'll still write it.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like where did i stop the last time..last saturday huh.oh yea..well.sunday was this dinner for my mum's birthday in advance cause she would be in melacca on her birthday.so it's this hotel near zouk and it had this japanese ala carte buffet thing.haha gosh i don't think i've ever eaten so much salmon sahimi at one single meal.haha.i swear at least 35 slices and that wasn't just it.there was tuna and yellow fin tail too.haha.plus all the normal japanese stuff.but my favourite was and will always be the salmon sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was sunday and i kinda slept early cause i had to wake up early to go sentosa the next day! it was supposed to be some track outing thing but so little people came in the end.JJ,faye,van,xin yin,lionel,feline,YH,mr wong and I.this's a pic we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY82JKKbknI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NXT0Oo8-EuM/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY82JKKbknI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NXT0Oo8-EuM/s320/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012284441261478514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anthea that girl was supposed to come too.i gave her a wake up call at like 8am cause we were supposed to be there at about 9am.no answer.she replies me at about 10.30am and said she'll rush down.so i was like ok haha the more the merrier.but at like 11.30am she's still not there and we had shifted beach and it had started to rain.so i was checking my phone periodically in case she msged but ya just when i decided to stop caring and play volleyball full time, she msged to ask where we were and i didnt check my phone until we reached the toilets to change..ready to leave.so yea i feel kinda bad.i know although i wasnt the one that personally asked her to come..i still felt responsible that she was coming all the way down to just eat with us.it could be because of my wakeup call.or maybe not.anyway so sorry anthea!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like while we were playing volleyball i kinda slid and skidded into some cables and grazed my face..t left a line of ropeburn on the side of my face..that i must say,seems to add a little character to my face.it's fine now.no scar even.ha.ate carl's junior for lunch and i almost puked the last of my burger.and when i say puke i mean it..you know the one you feel as though theres an egg blender in your stomach and like you start tearing up and all.haha.but i was fine by dinner.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that sentosa outing i was planning to go home and sleep until the next day or something but i had to go watch eragon with my cousins from australia.they're staying in singapore for their hols and that means two months entertaining them.i'm not saying they're not fun or what.it's just that after so long.there seems to be nothing left to do in singapore and makes you re-evaluate how you look at your country.i think eragon's not as good as it could be.i was expecting so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday morning came and my parents were leaving to melacca for three days! they've never left the country without us kids before so this was the first time.ha.feels good to have no parents at home.and since both my sisters were working i had the whole house to myself.but what did i do that morning? i went training.haha.but was good too cause like i was inviting the trackers to my place after that so it was a good meeting ground.so we ate lunch and they came..almost the same people from the sentosa outing the day before.mr wong,lionel,xin yin,merrit,faye,van,clement and jj.i tell you that day i spent at least an hour or more out of the house sheltering people to and fro the three busstops at my place cause it was raining like shit.was that day that macritchie overflowed and flooded thomson road.haha.so anyways what did we do at my place..played dota,watched chick flicks,played poker,lotsa poker,table tennis,eat,poker again,well yea thats about it.oh yea in the end only jj and lionel stayed over at my place and i tell you it was fun fun fun.as jj was coming back my place after some outing with his sec sch classmates,lionel and I called him to buy back 20 chicken nuggets from macs.i assume you know when we say 20 nuggets we're talking about the 20 piece set right.that blur boy went to buy three packs of the normal 6 piece chicken nuggets.we were laughing our guts off boy.so jj brought his bottle of bacardi that was three quarter full and it would be a shame that night if we didnt finish it.haha.so we sat down with our cup noodles and chicken nuggets, put in my special extended version dvd of LOTR return of the king, took out three cups, took out lotsa coke and opened the bottle of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never drank so much in my life before and i think jj and lionel would agree too.but nope i wasnt drunk.i can still remember everything that happened.i even cleaned up the place after we drank.just got super duper high and crazy.it's incredible what people do and say when they are drunk.haha.we actually took a picture to remember that night.haha.this's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY893qKbkoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i51BXjeeBAA/s1600-h/lionel,daryl,jj"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY893qKbkoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i51BXjeeBAA/s320/lionel,daryl,jj" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012292936706790018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we look fine right?haha.thats lionel on the left,me in the centre and jj at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we slept at about 3.30 in the morn not actually watching anything from LOTR.i awoke automatically at 7.30am and decided to clean up my house which i realized was filthy.and i went to wash the one million cups and plates we used the day before.the three of us then left to go school and gym.crazy i know but i felt alright actually.haha.ok so this's wednesday already..i'll take a break now while i upload this picture i found online which i found quite funny.i'm gonna eat my breakfast cause like it's 11.06am already and i'm starving.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY8-46KbkpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A3veTXj8F4s/s1600-h/emo+emu"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY8-46KbkpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A3veTXj8F4s/s320/emo+emu" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012294057693254290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea i'm back..not like you could have telled.haha i feel like i'm talking to a live living person actually.so weird I am.ha.so on wed after gym everyone was deciding what to do..and guess what?they decided that my place was the best place to be..AGAIN!..haha..they said we had to capitalize on the fact that my parents were not in.so i was like ok meet at my place at 4pm.i had to go meet hedi for her birthday lunch and i needed time to sleep and clean up the house too.so yea met hedi and like the rest of the jobless gang to eat some japanese stuff.walked around a little then i went home to vacuum the floor and scrap off the dried grass on the tiles.kept all the cups and plates and just made sure my house looked like it was before anyone ever came.so i lie down after i'm done and like only 15 min later they call me to tell me they're here.shi ming,xin yin,lionel,jj,van this time only so it was poker poker poker all the way.haha.no more drinks and no more movies and games.just poker.haha.in the end we had dinner at macs and everyone went home and i managed to get a goodnight sleep from midnight till 11am the next day.i had to wake up so early cause i had a christmas party to attend at jon's house in the afternoon.haha.played lotsa party games but the highlight was the food man.was a crazy spread..like some meat galore.haha.turkey beef and lamb.good shit man.oh yea and salad too.but who cares about the salad.haha.took 132 home and i couldnt believe my luck..the bus broke down..i was going to miss prison break.i've not missed a single episode, even throughout A's.haha.but i knew my dad would record it for me anyway so ya.haha.that's about it for thur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was uneventful too.and so was saturday.oh but saturday jj came to my condo gym to gym with me.we gonna come big and strong for army.haha.sun was yesterday and it was christma eve.so i had my annual christmas dinner with my grandparents.had sparking wine.normal wine and ice wine.i swear i'll never forget the taste and smoothness of ice wine.it's the only wine i'll ever drink from now on.$30 for 375ml.is that ex?i'm not sure but i think it is.haha.so like after my dinner i went to meet gane and JJ to watch The Holiday.the other track girls were supposed to come too but all couldnt make it so we kinda looked like a bunch of gays.haha.and i wasnt really keen on watching it too but now i tell you it's quite a good show..one of those feel good movies that has nice endings and thugs at your heartstrings kind.and no i didnt cry ethel.haha.so yea i countdowned till christmas with jj on the 132 home.we had to rush for the last bus home since we didnt really care about counting down in town.they were spraying all those foamy stuff on each other and this girl came up to me and wanted to spray it on me and i just stared at her.thank god she didnt do it cause i told jj i would punch anyone who sprayed that on me,but deep down i knew i didnt have the guts to do so.guy or girl.haha.so yea i didnt want to go sleep so i went online and talked to a couple of people till quite late.i was talking to ethel for quite long cause i didnt really know her well and it's been ages since i've talked to someone new.like a new friend you know..it seems like there's one million things to say and talk about..things to compare and discover and find out.haha.i hate those conversations with people that have been reduced to talking about the weather and like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so how's your day?"&lt;br /&gt;"ok"&lt;br /&gt;"me too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well talked to her till i couldnt take it anymore.it was 3.30am and i had to sleep already man.haha.i told her that radiohead's my favourite band and she recommended that i listened to this band.wasnt really my kind of music but i'll keep and open mind and listen to them.haha.hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY9GlKKbkqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sOd54qEFSFo/s1600-h/taking+back+sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY9GlKKbkqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sOd54qEFSFo/s320/taking+back+sunday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012302514483860130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday - Cute Without the "E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#CC0033"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ai-megami.com%2Ftoh%2Fradio.blog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FTaking%20Back%20Sunday%20-%20Cute%20Without%20The%20'E'.rbs&amp;colors=body:#CC0033;border:#010101;button:#010101;player_text:#010101;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya we've caught up to today again.monday the 25th of december.christmas! cant believe i spent my whole morning doing this on christmas day.how loser huh.guess i'll end this soon to live a proper life.i was talking to rachel that day and she said she was so ultra bored so i told her to go write a ten thousand word blog entry.she said ok but went to ntuc instead i don't know why.haha.but ya i swear i've almost done it..nearly ten thousand words.haha actually not really huh.well guess you must be tired reading this shit by now,one of my longest blog entry ever.haha.merry christmas again!hope you had great presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#33CC33"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.visualfield.co.kr%2Fradio.blog_051220%2Fsounds%2Fcoldplay%20-%20have%20yourself%20a%20merry%20little%20christmas.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#33CC33;border:#CC0033;button:#CC0033;player_text:#CC0033;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-8262322758679298648?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/8262322758679298648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=8262322758679298648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8262322758679298648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/8262322758679298648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RY82JKKbknI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NXT0Oo8-EuM/s72-c/IMG_3383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-3272598878113789199</id><published>2006-12-16T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:33:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant think of a title for this post</title><content type='html'>this morning i had to wake up early to go for my annual dental check-up.i normally do it at the IOH cause i'm a student and all and i don't know..that's where students go for cheap and reliable dental check-ups.i mean thats what the government says and we all know the government's always correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my dental check-up this round could not be done there anymore because well, i'm not exactly a student anymore.so i go to this guy all the way in airport road because my uncle recommends that guy to my mum.coincidentally, my uncle is a civil servant and this place is called ST Medical Centre and guess what? it's in a military camp for the airforce. had to do the whole -swap IC for a lousy laminated pass thingy- to get in. which was kinda lame because we went all the way out again to collect our ICs back because the people at the dental clinic needed it for registration. and as if going to the army in less than a month's time wasn't soon enough that i had to go to an army camp to just clean my teeth. i swear you should have seen the face of the guy that collected our ICs at the carpark because no civilians ever go there for a checkup man.he was damn shocked to see a renault coming in and not some armoured jeep or tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dentist said i was boring because my teeth were too easy for him.he needed coffee to keep him awake to scale my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the check-up we had to go meet my cousins who came back from australia to go out with them.they come back every year and we do the same thing every year..one of which is to go to the jurong swimming complex because that's the closest thing there is to fantasy island after fantasy island closed down.every year i tell myself i'll never go back to that pool but every year i'm back there again wishing i didn't go back.it never changes and the place is filthy,especially the changing rooms.please please build the sentosa and marina IR as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like after going through the slides which was so boring(i checked the longest slide was 177m long, the shortest, 35m, i think)we went over to the wave pool which was actually not too bad, except that after bobbing up and down for like ten minutes on my float i kinda felt queasy and sick.so i get out and sit at the edge of the pool trying to soak in some sunshine.and you won't believe how bored i was but i started to do some population censures and started counting the people in the pool and noting the races of the people.the malays dominated while the chinese had a pathetically small head count.if there was some racial riot then, the chinese would have lost by a great margin.i kid you not..out of the approximate 115 people in the pool, only 8 of them were chinese(including my sisters and i), about 25 indians, 2 australians(my cousins), and the rest made up the malays.what's happening to the chinese in singapore huh?stopped liking to swim?haha.i really felt like i was in malaysia through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway today i'll put up this song which i'm sure everyone knows by Nirvana called Smells Like Teens Spirit. and i know everyone knows this song but not many know how the title came about or what it means.i asked a few of my friends and they didn't know so i'm assuming many people don't know.ok that sounds stupid but ya.so anyway kurt cobain named this song so because in his time there was this brand of perfume called teens spirit and there was this girl that he liked who always used to use this perfume.so ya! this song's about that girl he used to fancy because she smelled of teens spirit.haha.bet you didnt know that! anyway kurt cobain's dead now because he put a shotgun to his head and blew his brains out.must have been smoking too much pot that guy.this year he overtook elvis presley to become the highest revenue earning dead song artist.kudos to nirvana frontman kurt cobain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you play the song and there's no sound even though you've checked that all your speakers are working..look at the bar thingy..on the left of the question mark there's a box..that's the volume controller.yup.i think you can figure from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FFFF33"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries - Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#663300"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fmarmontel.free.fr%2Fradioblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Cranberries%20-%20Stars.rbs&amp;colors=body:#663300;border:#99FF00;button:#99FF66;player_text:#99FF33;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle &amp; Sebastian - The Stars of Track &amp; Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#663333"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/1329358711658544199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2006/12/stars.html' title='stars'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-4030466571258246594</id><published>2006-12-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:51:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in mono</title><content type='html'>life could have been in mono.but it's not.thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..trying to sound complex and sophisticated but i guess it was a failed attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's the song by mono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FFFFFF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nem0.net%2Ffoolishwisdom%2Fradiofool%2Fsounds%2FMono%20-%20Life%20In%20Mono.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway today i went over to bran's house again to sorta run..but more like to just talk nonsense..play with his poodle..play tennis with the wall..drinking super sweet ribena blackcurrent and ribena apple together..listening to lukas rossi's rendition of creep..yea that pretty much sums up everything..just some outing to chill out and waste time..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's simple..but i reckon it's the simple pleasures of life that are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-4030466571258246594?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/4030466571258246594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3124073764958059825&amp;postID=4030466571258246594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4030466571258246594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124073764958059825/posts/default/4030466571258246594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-in-mono.html' title='life in mono'/><author><name>You Was It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15045041503799690587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-8736058646960954936</id><published>2006-12-10T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye kitty!</title><content type='html'>hello! is today sunday? gosh i really really have lost track of time..i really wanted to update this yesterday afternoon but i guess my "later la daryl" have pushed me back 24 hours.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well friday was a very special day that i had dreamt of for a long time..like since track nationals were over.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went training in the morn then went to bren's house with JJ's two laptops to meet amanda and brendan to play DOTA!!haha.it's like way more fun to play dota with a group of ppl in the same room..much like playing at a LAN shop just that it's free..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when JJ and I reached the god-forsaken place known as pasir ris we were walking to bren's house where we met bren and amanda downstairs..amanda was carrying mr monthy python with her! haha so cute..whole day playing like a little kid.hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we entered bren's room bren passed me this new urban male paper bag and said "hey this is for you, a present from us"..so i was like whoa! cool haha i wondered what it was..for a moment i thought of the new urban male sandals i saw the day before that i thought was cool..then i thought it was a funky trunks or something .haha..so i took it out and it was a shirt!..i love shirts! and i think ppl know i love shirts too..haha..so i was looking at this shirt and it had a funky design on it which i recognised immediately..a cat in a toaster with the words "goodbye kitty"..three chances to guess what it means.haha.nope dont think you got it but for my select friends who know it, thanks for the shirt..my first ever shirt with an agenda.haha.THANKS brendan, JJ, angie, faye, amanda, vanessa! you'll see me in it next time we go out together.haha=) this's a pic i took of my shirt..it's on the front, nice and big for everyone to see.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RXuyH6uB0RI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9s1YSSZanAE/s1600-h/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RXuyH6uB0RI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9s1YSSZanAE/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006791259843580178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that we took like an hour to set up the four laptops, linking it, installing dota and hamachi and trying to get the internet..won't go into the details but we finally managed to start the game..haha.the last time we did this was only bren, JJ and I..now with amanda around, everything just seemed more fun..thanks amanda for being the life of the party!haha=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like after our very fun games, JJ had to go for his KCP chalet and bren, amanda and I just fooled around doing nothing, eating dinner, admiring bren's alcohol collection(which we exploited later that night) and watching tv.it sounds boring but it's damn fun when the four of us are together.haha.in the end, sadly, amanda had to go and leave me with bren, while we waited for JJ to return with the coke and to make us more instant noodles(which he so willingly does for us.ha).if only amanda could have stayed, then everything down to the last drop of bombay saffire would have been perfect.BUT it was great that she came anyway.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya when JJ returned, it was drinks time! jim beam bourbon whiskey with coke, some lemoncello, lychee liquer, cinzano, bombay saffire and martini were just a few stuff we had that night.and then we played dota! i tell you plaing dota with all that alcohol in your body is the sex man.haha.it was damn fun we were like shouting and screaming to get the kill and everything just seemed so funny..the best thing is that we didnt feel any of the heat that normally comes with drinking so much cause we were practically in a freezer known as bren's bedroom.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slept in the end and when morning came it was kinda over.stole about two hundred songs from bren's itunes before i left though.haha.it ended too fast BUT we'll definitely do it again at least one more time before bren and I go into the army.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that afternoon i was planning to get some sleep but nope, i went to help my cousins out at the flea market outside cine..actually i didnt help, just went to give emotional support.haha.was fun, my cousins actually made quite a hefty sum from selling their old stuff.good for them.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways when i was at bren's house he let me listen to supernova's lukas rossi's rendition of creep and i swear it was damn good..almost as good as thom yorke..but i still prefer thom yorke..noone can imitate thom yorke's voice man.haha.i wanted to put it up cause it was so good, made my goose pimples stand and all..but i couldn't find it..so ya this's another song that lukas rossi sang for the show but by the original people, The Verve.enjoy enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#99FF00"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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mind</title><content type='html'>today i didnt do anything other than take three naps throughout the day..gymed for ten minutes..walk around the other half of my estate and watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quote is what gave the basis for the show. it's by alexander pope and i would say it's a little too deep for my comprehension.so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!&lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i just so love this show!(yes yes i know i'm lagging by two years!) it's such a great show about two people who were so angry and messed up with each other after a breakup that they undergo a process to erase every single memory of each other in their lives so that they could move on and start over again.so it's like that night the people would come over to erase your memory and in the morning you start afresh..anew all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful part is that the guy(joel) after waking up into his new world with clementine(the girl) completely gone from his mind..he meets her again at a beach and they fall in love all over again. in the end they find out that they were actually together and had broken up with each other already because of all the stupid things that happened in their relationship. so like the girl wanted to leave and never come back because she knew that in the end she would get bored with him..that in the end the guy does not trust her..and that in the end they stop loving each other. so when the guy askes her to stay she says no and when he says why she tells him all those stuff. then this part really cracked me up..(made my goose pimples stand and all)..after she explained what she felt, he just said "ok"..i mean even before getting together knowing that shit would happen later on..they were still willing to give it a try a second round because maybe..just maybe..things may be different this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i was fighting back my tears the whole time because i was watching it in the living room and like everyone was walking around and all.haha.well ya.a very touching show that brought to mind alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she had undergone this process to competely forget about me.that would explain the utter indifference she has towards me.like as though nothing had ever happened before between us.maybe i need to undergo this process too.oh well.her nick led me to this song..which is kinda of a sad song to me..i don't know you figure it out yourself..here are the lyrics and the song for your pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;And as we say our long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I nearly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower slower&lt;br /&gt;We don't have time for that&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;To get out of our little heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have heart my dear&lt;br /&gt;We're bound to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just for a few days&lt;br /&gt;Making up for all this mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#669966"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.brigadoonian.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSnow%20Patrol%20-%20Run.rbs&amp;colors=body:#669966;border:#252525;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-7269455449139810377?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7269455449139810377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-2989120678193445881</id><published>2006-12-06T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:01:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth or truth</title><content type='html'>the days to my enlistment are really disappearing fast man.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not doing much with my life nowadays..feel very sedated and i just like sleep for most of the days that i have nothing on..like today i've taken three naps so far and it still doesn't feel like it's enough.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya the track chalet was so bloody awesome!! apart from the fact that we got super dirty playing some of the games, everything else was just so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it started in the morning where we played some normal games like basketball, soccer and touch rugby in a god forsaken place in changi.that was ok, just gave me terrible muscle aches yesterday and today.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was bought from that hawker centre in changi with damn good nasi lemak and ate it at the chalet itself..the chalet was huge and very nice..right in front of the beach..though i wouldn't say it was a beach..more like a mucky oil spill with sand that tore the bases of my feet. sand is so over-rated..it's just eroded rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after lunch was the games that the J1s organized for us..stuff like "fantasy island"- which is just a fancy name for a game meant to get us dirty and stuff blindfolded.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well showered after that but couldn't get the smell of coffee out of my nose..anyways had my favourite part after that..the barbeque! i just so love barbeques.haha.oh man then came the highlight after that..lionel was like telling everyone to gather in the house for a while..so we all did and we all sat around then they sat around and jackie(on behalf of the J1s) started to give a speech..and boy was it a speech..nearly moved me to tears because they were so sincere about it..then they gave us home-made cookies with a personalized messages in it..i just knew mine had a underlying message..it went "never stay disappointed..you were the ups in the downs" gosh when i first read it i thought it was so sweet but later on i realized that they might be actually talking about me and her..and not to stay disappointed that things turned out like this..i mean why would the trackers ask me to never stay disappointed if not for this? i mean i've never been disappointed with track and all..so ya.thats what made me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was free and easy and we kinda didnt have much to do so we decided to take a little tour of old changi hospital.personally i'm not really superstitious and don't really get scared of ghosts and all although they do freak me out sometimes. jj was damn worried that we might get possessed and anthea would only go if there were an even number of people..which there was in the end..so ya she came along in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second time in there wasn't as scary as the first time..was kinda boring this time actually..so we came back to the chalet after a while..we played cards for a while and man i've gotta say, i'm kinda good at the game hearts..haha..well it got kinda boring again so we started to watch the asian games..then something caught my eye..i saw lionel and shi ming playing the guitar..well shi ming was playing and lionel was teaching her and i thought that they were oh so cute together..how sweet..although it wasn't me..seeing them made me feel really happy for them..at least someone managed to get the promised prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda just reminded me of this song by Bright Eyes.lovely song though it may take some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#009933"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.bordel.free.fr%2Fsounds%2FBright%20Eyes%20-%20Waste%20of%20Paint.rbs&amp;colors=body:#009933;border:#272727;button:#CC0066;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i felt a little tired from the whole day so i went to one of the rooms to lie down..i didnt want to sleep..not on my last ever track chalet..lucky for me i didnt or i would have missed out hell alot too..in the room lay jackie and i was like..hey lets talk man..before i knew it..brendan came in..jj next..angie, faye and xin ying after a while..and there we all were talking in the dark in a room where the aircon was spoiled and stunk because of all the soiled clothes in people's bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at about 3am we went out to eat some marshmellows and then we all had a bright idea of going to changi village to see the trannies and eat prata and drink the night away. the prata sucked but the wild turkey whiskey was good. we walked back and talked about a whole lot of stuff..stuff that people who were high talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the water front later on and talked..at first was just ATG and xin ying so we decided to play truth or truth where we spinned the whiskey bottle and the person it pointed at would have to answer a question..no options..haha..was very enlightening..lionel and shi ming and daryl low came later on which made it even more fun..we did this all the way to sunrise where everyone just knocked out after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda sums up the whole chalet..and it wouldn't sound so exciting but ya i have to admit it was kinda one of my most enjoyable chalets ever..thank you guys and girls who made this happen..noone could ever ask for a better set of friends than you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fv.pasquierdesvignes.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FKaiser%20chiefs_Saturday%20Night.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#181818;button:#131313;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124073764958059825-2989120678193445881?l=youwasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2989120678193445881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/SUt2ZJbAxjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X5YepIR8Tgk/S220/daryl+running.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-7844871568460215720</id><published>2006-12-03T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:19.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have the greatest and best friends in the world</title><content type='html'>HELLO it's been so long since i last wrote in here i've forgotten where i left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been nearly a week man. well tennis with bran last mon was good. really gave me a good tan.ha.then we were kinda bored so we went swimming after lunch but i didnt really swim..just soaked myself in the water while he went on a mission to complete 10 laps.ha.then played dota on my com after we came back to my house.i pretty much spent the rest of that day doing nothing in wait for the next day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues i kinda wasted my day again..went training in the morning with bren,jj and angie and the rest of the J1s.did 2.4km twice.i think nothing can ever be as tough as track training.ate lunch.went home.sleep.dota.dinner.tv.sleep.all i was waiting for was prom night on thur. oh ya after training while at bishan we kinda met a smashed up frog on the road and took a pic of it to send to gane..he loves smashed up frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#6666CC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fmamzelle-lulu.ifrance.com%2Fmusic%2Fsounds%2FBelle%20%26%20Sebastian%20-%20Funny%20Little%20Frog.swf&amp;colors=body:#6666CC;border:#1C1C1C;button:#CCFF66;player_text:#CC0033;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed i had quite a time..woke up early to play tennis with kelvin and the rest at his club.spent half the time out of the sun and in the club itself.finished the whole of time crisis 2 in the arcade there.ha.then went out to play a little more and got so burned my face was so red i looked as though i just had five shots of vodka.ate lunch and crashed kelvin's house which i always say..is a magical wonderland.has everything in it.after singing chinese songs which i had no idea how to sing with my classmates who love chinese karaoke..we ate dinner at kelvin's club again.gosh he actually paid for our entire dinner all the way down to the banana boat ice cream.thanks kelvin! as i was kinda new with hanging out with kelvin..i was expecting to pay him back but everyone else kinda didnt even offer.so i'm guessing he does this quite often.thanked him later of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home thinking i have to get used to having such a friend like kelvin. this is the new shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#009966"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fradio.binarywarrior.com%2Fmetal%2Fsounds%2FMarilyn%20Manson%20-%20This%20Is%20the%20New%20Shit.rbs&amp;colors=body:#009966;border:#000033;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#CC0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thur finally came! of course it's sun now. made a start by going track training again.bren, jj angie and I were the first there.the irony man.was quite an alright training.pushed quite hard but was manageable.sadly i lost to angie again.by 2 secs this time.i ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to shower eat and change then met bren at far east to accompany him and JJ at their hair salon place.i was satisfied with mine so i didnt style it.it turned out that the lady got our appointment timing wrong so we had to come back an hour later.sheesh bren and I felt damn funny walking around far east in our prom clothes.seriously we were the most over-dressed in the house.we loved the attention though. it would be weird if i was alone.but two of us make us look unique and special.when JJ and his friends came..we looked normal already.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after waiting for like two and a half hours..we finally made our way to the hotel and when we went in i got kinda scared.everyone was so formal and there i was in my punk rocker clothes that made me look like a mixed up franz ferdinad and green day fan.but i felt alright after a while..when the complements started coming in.haha.i was seriously the only person in the whole ballroom dressed like that.which made feel kinda cool i admit.although under-dressed.still cool.love my tie.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i wont say the prom was fantastic..didnt like the food and my table was at quite a lousy location.was sitting sideways the whole time to see the stage.but it's alright.no choice ya..someone had to sit there.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting next to the stage wasnt the bad part.it was sitting near the councillor's tables that kinda changed my evening.some some stuff i didnt want to ever see.tore me up man..a problem that was once mine to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last message you sent said I looked really down&lt;br /&gt;That I oughtta come over and talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Well I wasn't down&lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just a voice in your earpiece&lt;br /&gt;Telling you no, it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;You know, you could have it so much better&lt;br /&gt;You could have it so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tried&lt;br /&gt;If you tried&lt;br /&gt;If you tried&lt;br /&gt;If you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;Baby, get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;Get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;Baby, get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;So get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;Get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;So get up on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#660000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fleopoldffc.free.fr%2Fmetrecarre%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FFranz%20Ferdinand%20-%20You%20Could%20Have%20It%20So%20Much%20Better.rbs&amp;colors=body:#660000;border:#252525;button:#009933;player_text:#00FF33;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya anyways it was great to see all my friends at one time and taking pictures with like one million people.i love taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the prom i had a hard time deciding whether i should go to a pub with my tracker friends or go to DXO with my class friends.i tell you it's damn hard to decide between two groups of friends.i decided on track friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then changed my mind half an hour later and took a cab down to DXO. at DXO i kinda dropped my wallet in the cab and couldnt find it! gosh what a clutz..thank god for jarod (cjc prom king 2006) who was there and helped me find it! thanks jarod!haha.was so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont say clubbing is hell fun but i wont say it's boring too..was quite an eye opener on my virgin clubbing experience.the first free drink was so weak though. i finished it in a gulp cause i was so thirsty.my 2nd drink was a martini and i took a little longer to drink it even though i was even more thirsty at that point of time. danced a while..or at least tried..then decided it was more fun seeing other people dance or try to dance.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed charles's house after that and slept for three hours before waking up at 7am to play top spin 2 with him and eat breakfast.haha.watched "me, myself and irene" before heading home.although i was with jon the whole time home..i felt kinda zombie-like what with the drinks and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RXK_k2hI99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wfwxkdB5jyQ/s1600-h/The_Cranberries_-_Zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcbBnKKSexU/RXK_k2hI99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wfwxkdB5jyQ/s320/The_Cranberries_-_Zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004272775792752594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#EDEDED"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdiable92.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Cramberies%20-%20Zombie.rbs&amp;colors=body:#EDEDED;border:#330000;button:#00FF99;player_text:#660000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was fri..spent pretty much the rest of the day doing nothing again.it's amazing how time just flies nowadays..the time just disappears.ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat charles mum invited us over to eat homemade popiah..i just love making my own popiahs although they always end up looking like burgers with spilling juice..had to leave as soon as i came to go for dinner at east coast..clementi in the west to east coast in well..the east.haha.watched alot of tv after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i finally caught up to today! sunday the 3rd of dec.haha..i'm just gonna do nothing today again cause i cant wait for tomorrow! track chalet! haha.i cant wait..plus amanda will be there tomorrow so that makes it her first time at a track chalet..i hope it's fun..actually i know it will be fun..if it werent..i'll make it fun.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my past week sounds quite boring to me now..now that i've thought about it..the whole of last week i spent thinking about the past and stuff..thank god for my great friends who helped me along with picking up the pieces of my world after it got shattered.if you don't know what i'm talking about it's cause you don't know..if you do though, then thanks alot!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been listening much to music but there's this song that i kinda like cause it's kinda unique.haha.hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#0000FF"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124073764958059825.post-712478137383247152</id><published>2006-11-27T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:49:37.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts</title><content type='html'>my mouth ulcer has officially been operating for the last nine days..i'm quite sure it's getting comfortable in there.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for bran to come over in an hour to play tennis with me..ha can't wait i need to have a proper tan cause i'm so fair now.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i had this nice dream last night that she and I were back to normal again. we were chatting like we were best friends at the grandstand again. guess that's why it's called a dream ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought of this song..really applies man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You do it to yourself, you do&lt;br /&gt;and that's what really hurts&lt;br /&gt;You do it to yourself, just you&lt;br /&gt;you and no-one else&lt;br /&gt;You do it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You do it to yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7473/381356660761481/1600/60954/Radiohead-The-Bends-Pinkpop-287729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7473/381356660761481/320/534616/Radiohead-The-Bends-Pinkpop-287729.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#999933"  id="radioblog_player_0"  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about army life..what with cutting frogs' tongues and swinging chicken heads around.sheesh.think i'll be a vegetarian after that traumatic experience.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched happy feet after that.was a nice film..not bad and funny too..but my neck was dying from all that straining in the front row.guess that's what happens when we go in twenty minutes late.yea.imagine we went in twenty minutes late and the show still hadn't started.lucky for us..unlucky those who went in early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking hot hot heat with panda amanda yesterday too and about how the music's just so great.gosh i have to confess..amanda's the cutest girl alive ever.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's no secret now.haha this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7473/381356660761481/1600/478166/Make_Up_the_Breakdown-Hot_Hot_Heat_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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