<?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-4653513970419747916</id><updated>2012-01-06T00:29:54.198+08:00</updated><category term='very short'/><category term='Fate fell short'/><category term='Sentosa'/><title type='text'>London Calling</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing Is Gonna Stop Me Now</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-9175117045862049756</id><published>2010-03-31T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:03:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's time for a change. Everything is subject to change. Let's see what happens. Time to go down to the drawing board. Will be back with the schematics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-9175117045862049756?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/9175117045862049756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=9175117045862049756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/9175117045862049756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/9175117045862049756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-for-change.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5665532403278105495</id><published>2010-03-29T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:14:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I just wanna send out my grateful thanks to all my friends who stood by me during this time. I really don't know what else to say but thank you. I will never forget about what happen and what you all have done for me. Once again, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5665532403278105495?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5665532403278105495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5665532403278105495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5665532403278105495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5665532403278105495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-wanna-send-out-my-grateful.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3676493399409324068</id><published>2010-03-25T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:07:38.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thanks to rash thinkings, I've made myself $1000 poorer. I guess life's like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3676493399409324068?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3676493399409324068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3676493399409324068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3676493399409324068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3676493399409324068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-to-rash-thinkings-ive-made.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1327377411941857943</id><published>2010-03-22T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:09:52.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In life when you make mistakes, you bear consequences and it seems to me for all mistakes we all bear a similar consequence, TIME. We deliberately are wasting time doing the mistakes we do realising that we're just not achieving what we wanna achieve in the shortest possible route rather we take the longest routes due to our careless actions. The bottomline is the more mistakes you make the more faster you'll die cause by the time you've achieved that sense of accomplishment you'll be six feet underground. So from this day onwards let's try not to waste our time making so many mistakes as it's only gonna cost you your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1327377411941857943?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1327377411941857943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1327377411941857943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1327377411941857943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1327377411941857943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-life-when-you-make-mistakes-you-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2418682988061372839</id><published>2010-03-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:37:07.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;One wrong move can change everything and so it has. What's up next? I don't know and I possibly have no reason to know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2418682988061372839?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2418682988061372839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2418682988061372839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2418682988061372839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2418682988061372839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-wrong-move-can-change-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-7198192277729853523</id><published>2010-03-06T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:46:36.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hey yo! I've dived in and now I'm swimming in the deep end. And I've been gone since the weekend. So how's your week been? Without me how you keeping? Well, this is come back season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-7198192277729853523?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/7198192277729853523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=7198192277729853523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7198192277729853523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7198192277729853523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-yo-ive-dived-in-and-now-im-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4061705484576720050</id><published>2010-02-28T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:52:46.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exams out. Work's in. I'm lifeless ain't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4061705484576720050?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4061705484576720050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4061705484576720050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4061705484576720050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4061705484576720050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/02/exams-out.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1273992228476757042</id><published>2010-02-23T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:24:06.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;The first time staying out all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;The last time you looked me in the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I can see that in the back of my mind, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;ver and over again. I want to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1273992228476757042?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1273992228476757042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1273992228476757042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1273992228476757042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1273992228476757042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-staying-out-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6376177663912197021</id><published>2010-02-21T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:22:02.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something has been amiss for a few days. It just seems weird. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I heard someone once told me life has many twists and turns and sometimes you cannot explain the way things are going. This all happens for a reason and you have to accept it and do what you can with your life but, it feels like I don't know what I'll be doing with my life after next week. Much confusion but very minimal explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6376177663912197021?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6376177663912197021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6376177663912197021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6376177663912197021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6376177663912197021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-has-been-amiss-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3390117314727215199</id><published>2010-02-16T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:22:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;THIS THE LIFE I CHOSE, THIS IS THE LIFE I LEAD, THEY CAN NEVER TAKE THIS FROM ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3390117314727215199?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3390117314727215199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3390117314727215199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3390117314727215199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3390117314727215199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-life-i-chose-this-is-life-i-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4861919055323970768</id><published>2010-02-12T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:20:42.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;So here comes the exams. Hope everyone makes it out of this alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4861919055323970768?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4861919055323970768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4861919055323970768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4861919055323970768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4861919055323970768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-here-comes-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5190238175486023517</id><published>2010-01-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:38:08.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If everyone said their life was perfect, it definitely was the opposite. Seems like I know believe that every action has it's intended consequence, be it good or bad. Guess I had to learn it the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;NPCC: after a half a year absence I went back. Things seem very different. Maybe it's time I help the guys put things back. Not like I can much difference but I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;School: Waking up late for lessons will get you staring blankly at everything. Your lecturer, your care person and your subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Family: Never trust a small business to make it through a big recession. Don't even think about trusting 2 small businesses to make it any easier AND don't try to pull someone with no knowledge into the fray and expect something to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5190238175486023517?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5190238175486023517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5190238175486023517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5190238175486023517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5190238175486023517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-everyone-said-their-life-was-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4080412492560687797</id><published>2010-01-05T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:53:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's twenty-ten. Someway I feel like it's just another year past and nothing feels new but the only thing that has been like a torn in my heart must be that I'm god damn turning 20 this year! The last days(and months of course) of my teen life. So here's my new year's resolution: enjoy while I still have the time! Teen life doesn't come twice so just need to do everything that I wanna do as a teen and then merge myself into fucking adulthood(as if!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Continuing my ramblings, I'm in a crisis right now. Projects are due in like hours and I was just notified of it. Thanks alot groupmates! Leon needs me to do his dfund2 project and it's also due in hours. I'm not gonna sleep cause I need to get both done. I'm like questioning myself on everything after meeting aaron just now. I've complained enough that I've grown tired of it. I've gotta start on projects now. Till I manage to get on the desktop again, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4080412492560687797?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4080412492560687797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4080412492560687797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4080412492560687797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4080412492560687797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-twenty-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4379797923320543233</id><published>2009-12-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:53:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always heard the saying there's a first time for everything and I've taken another first. My first holiday with friends! Hilmi, Ruzaini and his girlfriend went for a trip to KL for 3 days. It was great! Everything was something to remember and what we learnt was also something to take note the next time we head there. Wanna know what went out then ask me personally. Goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4379797923320543233?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4379797923320543233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4379797923320543233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4379797923320543233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4379797923320543233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-always-heard-saying-theres-first.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3294456084705422621</id><published>2009-12-16T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:55:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've posted anything up here. Been studying, working and been going out. I've started to love the time I have now. With friends, in school and to a certain extent at home. Last night, I had great fun. Even though the actual plan was cancelled due to the rain that you kept scolding. Haha.. But, I still had fun. Everytime I look at you, always smiling, always cheerful just brings a smile on my face. I've never felt so alive in such a very long time. I really thank you for that and wish you'd be here as always. I'm falling more and more in love with you as everyday passes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3294456084705422621?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3294456084705422621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3294456084705422621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3294456084705422621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3294456084705422621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-awhile-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6457250482324208458</id><published>2009-12-08T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:18:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;EXAM STRESS!! But, lucky I've got you to bring a smile to my face everytime I see you. Thanks. Okay, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6457250482324208458?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6457250482324208458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6457250482324208458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6457250482324208458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6457250482324208458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/12/exam-stress-but-lucky-ive-got-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4165433640562813445</id><published>2009-12-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:31:57.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First time staying out where anywhere was possible. No reason to say no transport back home. It was GREAT! Enjoyed every single moment with everyone I was with last night. I wanna do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4165433640562813445?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4165433640562813445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4165433640562813445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4165433640562813445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4165433640562813445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-time-staying-out-where-anywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2044108948653668902</id><published>2009-11-25T16:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:13:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I lost someone very close to me recently. MY LAPTOP: Do rest in peace. I really hope to see you in the afterlife(after servicing). Will miss you very much! Raging phoenix was AWE-kay lar. The fights were nice but the story line seemed to be somewhat amateur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I've got something in my mind and I had trouble deciding on what to do. I'm glad you helped me out with kind words of advice. My mind's clear. Now, I'm just figuring out what I should do next. Soon, a story will be told. What kind of story? I'll just let our actions decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2044108948653668902?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2044108948653668902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2044108948653668902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2044108948653668902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2044108948653668902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-lost-someone-very-close-to-me_5208.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1157562321529865779</id><published>2009-11-22T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:41:52.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone has to learn how to play spot the difference at changi on late nights. Spot what difference you'd be guessing. It's the difference between a bapok and a prostitute cause they look damn similar. Even I couldn't tell the difference. Not that I'm blind or what. It's that nowadays they tend to look the same. So if you happen to be there just try spotting the difference. Karaoke to lepak at teh tarik to changi to bedok to waking up late for work the next morning. My friday was just AWESOME!! Glad I didn't work for some reason. Hehehe.. Adios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1157562321529865779?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1157562321529865779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1157562321529865779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1157562321529865779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1157562321529865779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyone-has-to-learn-how-to-play-spot.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6872923795281902055</id><published>2009-11-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:27:06.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've found something I love to do now on boring weekday afternoons. The movies! Yeah, I went to the theatres to catch a movie as I was so damn freaking bored. It was quite a new movie and guess what. I was the only person in the theatre. It was like a private screening. I'm so gonna do this many more times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6872923795281902055?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6872923795281902055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6872923795281902055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6872923795281902055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6872923795281902055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-found-something-i-love-to-do-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8028464805792460306</id><published>2009-11-05T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:59:11.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I always wanted something but, got something more different than what I expected. I always thought god was playing tricks on me. I now know I've got it wrong. I've been playing the tricks on myself. What I want is not always what I need. I've gotta change this attitude. I predict hard times ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SvLZu9aMK-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/cEUqZ1JUC1Y/s1600-h/Malaysia+Trip.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SvLZu9aMK-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/cEUqZ1JUC1Y/s320/Malaysia+Trip.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't need any other friends in school. Cause he's the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8028464805792460306?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8028464805792460306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8028464805792460306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8028464805792460306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8028464805792460306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-always-wanted-something-but-got.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SvLZu9aMK-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/cEUqZ1JUC1Y/s72-c/Malaysia+Trip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4014472883233178211</id><published>2009-10-30T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:34:47.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Wow! I'm 19 now. Been a very eventful day, 29 october. So many things. Was just great except for a few setbacks but yeah, everything's fine. Last year of being a teen. Damn! I wanna show my gratitude to the friends that celebrated with me by personally thanking them for all the things they did yesterday. Thanks to the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The Man Who Made It Happen)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The gay who'll always be like a brother to me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The punjabi who'll always be another brother to me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The cutiest guy on earth)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(My favourite bodyguard)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(My idiotic sparring buddy)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hilmi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The guy who got into an accident but still came down to see me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hazwan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The guy who gave me my first birthday present)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zul Peas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The guy who'll take out a nice motor before me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gopi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The first and last person to wish me on my birthday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farhan, Afiq, Razin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The guys who got fined on my birthday, $300 each)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hong Yong, Yiwen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The condo boys)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syikin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(My "wife" who helped made it all happen)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baya, Ameera, Aisyah, Suzie, Shazlyn, Shazanah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The only "chicks" who spent time with me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharifah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The girl who was born exactly one year after me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The RXZ guy who helped take pictures)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The guy who planned my first b'day sabo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(His accomplice)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zul Besar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Too big to run away from me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aisyah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The girl who had her revenge)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saddam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Lucky guy who escaped)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Poor girl who broke her teeth)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ili&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The lady who sang me a personal birthday song from kedah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I missed out anyone do let me know. I'll rectify the problem asap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4014472883233178211?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4014472883233178211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4014472883233178211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4014472883233178211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4014472883233178211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-im-19-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1241526226502610181</id><published>2009-10-26T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:17:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna pamper myself this birthday. Topman jacket, adidas shoe and a new baseball cap. Anyone wanna go shopping with me this saturday? Haha.. Don't look bewildered at the screen. I'm still working that day, yes but, I only start at 5. So if anyone's free do beep me, nudge me or throw ice water at me okay. Damn, I'm dieing soon. 19 this thursday. Growing older and older. I wish I was still 9. Carefree and burdenless. Well, out of my way. Gotta go meet the people of pill. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SuWX4vOu2OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Auj6_ot0d4/s1600-h/Dont+Mess+With+Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SuWX4vOu2OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Auj6_ot0d4/s400/Dont+Mess+With+Us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1241526226502610181?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1241526226502610181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1241526226502610181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1241526226502610181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1241526226502610181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-pamper-this-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SuWX4vOu2OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8Auj6_ot0d4/s72-c/Dont+Mess+With+Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4439573525723285540</id><published>2009-10-25T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:10:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;After going 2 nights with only 2-3 hours of sleep, I've finally had a deserved sleep this morning. Sadly, my mom had to crash the party early and now I'm stoning. I've got so many weird questions in my head that i'm sure only a nuclear physicist can answer. So yeah, I'm gonna continue stoning or maybe play call of duty 4 to kill my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SuQV5-rVFhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cjbuYf4s2TY/s1600-h/Giant+CottonCandy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SuQV5-rVFhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cjbuYf4s2TY/s320/Giant+CottonCandy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4439573525723285540?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4439573525723285540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4439573525723285540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4439573525723285540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4439573525723285540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-going-2-nights-with-only-2-3.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SuQV5-rVFhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cjbuYf4s2TY/s72-c/Giant+CottonCandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6052828810443765633</id><published>2009-10-22T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:52:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Been not such a good day so to say but yeah, i'm just going to forget about what just happen from now on. I guessed it's the season where everyone gets upset with everyone. Hopefully it ends soon. I've decided against withdrawing. It's for many reasons and I think it's the better choice too. I've found a new companion to talk to nowadays and I do appreciate your presence. Thanks alot. Was browsing through some person's random pictures and came across this caption which I found quite interesting. So I'm going to put the picture out here along with the caption. Sorry if I stole your picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/St9JMmFrB_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5aSjsUsdhwI/s1600-h/10417_187583486277_510741277_4289554_6854447_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/St9JMmFrB_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5aSjsUsdhwI/s400/10417_187583486277_510741277_4289554_6854447_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6052828810443765633?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6052828810443765633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6052828810443765633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6052828810443765633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6052828810443765633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/been-not-such-good-day-so-to-say-but.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/St9JMmFrB_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5aSjsUsdhwI/s72-c/10417_187583486277_510741277_4289554_6854447_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8464648426645138421</id><published>2009-10-18T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:16:54.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the coming week or so, my future will be decided. Everything will be written here after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8464648426645138421?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8464648426645138421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8464648426645138421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8464648426645138421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8464648426645138421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-coming-week-or-so-my-future-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4146879090883542196</id><published>2009-10-15T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:51:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I guess the more further away you try to move from something you're so passionate about the more closer it swings backs to you but, the thing is the swing actually hits you with a big thud and now I'm just taking the impact of it all. I guess when someone you're close with needs you, you'd do whatever you can to help even when you don't wish to. So much for the guesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4146879090883542196?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4146879090883542196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4146879090883542196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4146879090883542196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4146879090883542196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-guess-more-further-away-you-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4142700876433764722</id><published>2009-10-08T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:23:33.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've realised that the best time of my life was in secondary school. Be it good or bad, it was still treasured. Old friends always bring old memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SszciXmBRSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b2zSwAQj7eE/s1600-h/CIs+Doing+Push+Ups.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SszciXmBRSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b2zSwAQj7eE/s400/CIs+Doing+Push+Ups.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4142700876433764722?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4142700876433764722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4142700876433764722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4142700876433764722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4142700876433764722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-realised-that-best-time-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SszciXmBRSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b2zSwAQj7eE/s72-c/CIs+Doing+Push+Ups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3357091796333638444</id><published>2009-09-24T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:08:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AZMAN/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Srpj_uIVV1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lTEGJ3YWAsc/s1600-h/Pit+Stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Srpj_uIVV1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lTEGJ3YWAsc/s400/Pit+Stop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384726250840741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3357091796333638444?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3357091796333638444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3357091796333638444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3357091796333638444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3357091796333638444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-so-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Srpj_uIVV1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lTEGJ3YWAsc/s72-c/Pit+Stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1219809849903428314</id><published>2009-09-08T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:08:43.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been awhile since I came by here. I've been going all out at work. Very little time for anything else. Nothing much to blog when you've not been doing much that's worth to blog. Gotta say a big farwell to NUR ILI BINTE I***** of i/c no. S90*****alphabet. See you soon then can take TP together. I've removed my tagboard as I find it pointless to have one when it's not of much use. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm never going back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just wanna stay right here with you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The way you make me feel is something that I never wanna lose .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can see it in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reflections of the sky, the stars, the moon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I don't wanna sleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't wanna miss a heartbeat here with you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've never felt so good .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanna lose this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; its keeping me alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I never wanna lose this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when I look into your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart is beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and the magic's still alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna lose this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when i look into your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm never coming down.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay up here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The way I'm feeling now is something that I never wanna lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I look into your eyes I see so clearly everything I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But how can we survive in a world that's out to never let us be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanna lose your precious touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanna lose this lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanna let you slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanna lose the love you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never wanna lose this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1219809849903428314?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1219809849903428314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1219809849903428314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1219809849903428314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1219809849903428314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-awhile-since-i-came-by-here.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2135420471246882988</id><published>2009-08-26T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:45:34.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I headed of to geylang to check out the bazaar just now. Nothing much for me there unless I'm hungry. Not the kind of place I'll shop at but, I still keep going there every year with no reason why. Amazing huh? During the event, a frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nd told me a story of how a CAT wanted to eat her the other day. I repeat again, a CAT! So here's how it goes. My friend (let's call that person K, not K as in OK but, just K for short) wanted to leave her house. For what reason, I can't recall now. So K's house has 2 doors instead of a gate and a door. After closing the first one K noticed this innocent little cat that was looking at K (K didn't think the cat was inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ocent, K thought that the cat was with the intention to kill). K tried to avoid getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eye contact with the cat so as to not agitate it and get K killed. K's mind was racing with many wild ideas to try and evade the cat. FYI, K is short so jumping over the cat and making a run for it was totally out of the question but, that was the only option running through K's mind. Eventually, she managed to escape the cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e paws of the feline which she deemed ferocious. How? I forgot. Serious case of short term memory loss.  Wondering who is K? Then check out the picture below. The odd one out is K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SpQjALpIPAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B6NHf-mTPnk/s1600-h/Hilmi%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SpQjALpIPAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B6NHf-mTPnk/s400/Hilmi%27s+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373958741392112642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;among the 8 balls why is there a pussy? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2135420471246882988?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2135420471246882988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2135420471246882988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2135420471246882988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2135420471246882988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-headed-of-to-geylang-to-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SpQjALpIPAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B6NHf-mTPnk/s72-c/Hilmi%27s+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6462099020972511091</id><published>2009-08-25T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:35:29.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most hated period in everyone's life.. EXAMS! I just don't get it. Why must we go through this? Isn't everyday learning bad enough. Somethings'll never change. So off to bed for the only 2 papers for now cause thanks to my stupid class 3 TP, I booked myself for 2 supp papers already. If you people are wondering why they're pictures on every post is because of the fact that many readers claim that my blog's too plain. Need som pictures and/or colours to spice it up. Here's another below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SpLBGyvXV3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/huGrj6HI9Gs/s1600-h/Junkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SpLBGyvXV3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/huGrj6HI9Gs/s400/Junkies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373569627850233714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6462099020972511091?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6462099020972511091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6462099020972511091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6462099020972511091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6462099020972511091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-hated-period-in-everyones-life.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SpLBGyvXV3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/huGrj6HI9Gs/s72-c/Junkies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1896339896436004615</id><published>2009-08-21T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:44:20.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to think of it, I've got no idea why I have a blog when I'm not a good writer when it comes to feelings or happenings. Tell me something stupid and maybe I can blog about it for the pleasure of the faithful readers here at vintage-babylon.blogspot.com. TP in less than 10hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/So18nEnQIWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c65voPn-9HY/s1600-h/Fierce+Nampak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/So18nEnQIWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c65voPn-9HY/s400/Fierce+Nampak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372086941217988962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1896339896436004615?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1896339896436004615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1896339896436004615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1896339896436004615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1896339896436004615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-to-think-of-it-ive-got-no-idea-why.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/So18nEnQIWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/c65voPn-9HY/s72-c/Fierce+Nampak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2049367189686548141</id><published>2009-08-17T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:07:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never felt so much freedom in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SokdXs9sapI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YTdlpKfBHOQ/s1600-h/This+Is+What+Campfire+Does.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SokdXs9sapI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YTdlpKfBHOQ/s400/This+Is+What+Campfire+Does.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370856323660147346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This will be the best times of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2049367189686548141?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2049367189686548141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2049367189686548141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2049367189686548141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2049367189686548141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-never-felt-so-much-freedom-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SokdXs9sapI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YTdlpKfBHOQ/s72-c/This+Is+What+Campfire+Does.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5373100355137354794</id><published>2009-08-05T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:41:21.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom says my hair is making me look like shaggy(from scooby doo and not other shaggy's you've been thinking about). I've been spending too much. I need to control. If you take a deep breath, you can smell a foul stench all over singapore. That's the smell of exams around the corner. Damn! I hate school! With that angry note, I'm going to sleep. MCT murder me please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5373100355137354794?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5373100355137354794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5373100355137354794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5373100355137354794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5373100355137354794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/08/mom-says-my-hair-is-making-me-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5518249092280961388</id><published>2009-07-29T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:48:08.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Questions, Questions and Questions. All this weekend till now I've been questioning myself. I'll still be questioning myself after I'm done with this post. It's always the same few questions. Why...? When...? How...? And then it struck me, like leon hitting my neck when the nut in his head is loose. I've been asking too many questions rather than just acting, so I've decided to go just go for everything that crosses my mind. Even if it hurts me, I'll not care so much cause I'm just gonna learn from it. Even if it's too far away, I'll still work to catch it. Even if it puts me down, I'll just pick myself up and keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They keep playing sad songs on the radio&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm so alone&lt;br /&gt;On this 15-hour drive&lt;br /&gt;And all the while I tell myself to just believe&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody can give so much&lt;br /&gt;And never get anything&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Says they don't know what I've become&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still the same&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed&lt;br /&gt;I still know where I came from&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep with the lights on&lt;br /&gt;And I can see that you’re the first one in a long time&lt;br /&gt;That had some faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Tell my friends we won’t be long&lt;br /&gt;The Florida sun begs me to come back home&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm ready for anything&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the while I say too much of what I think&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember what it's like to find meaning in anything&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Says they don't know what I've become&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still the same&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed&lt;br /&gt;I still know where I came from&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever wanted was so far from what I need&lt;br /&gt;I'll write my songs, they'll sing along, and hope time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5518249092280961388?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5518249092280961388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5518249092280961388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5518249092280961388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5518249092280961388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-questions-and-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4106431706030541548</id><published>2009-07-20T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:52:09.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M BORED! Love Song (Sara Bareilles Cover) by Four Year Strong is stuck to my head like a nail stuck in wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SmR2c6uXDWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ToOVPk6GcN0/s1600-h/Aaron+And+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SmR2c6uXDWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ToOVPk6GcN0/s400/Aaron+And+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360539695649852770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are things that I've seen I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;So cling to what you know and never let go&lt;br /&gt;You should know things aren't always what they seem&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never let you go, and I never did&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't have this chance then I never did&lt;br /&gt;You'll always find me right here, again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are things in the streets I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;So we'll pretend it's alright&lt;br /&gt;And stay in for the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a world&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you safe here with me&lt;br /&gt;They've got me on the outside, looking in&lt;br /&gt;But I can't see at all&lt;br /&gt;With the weight of the world on my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;They just wanna see me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4106431706030541548?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4106431706030541548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4106431706030541548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4106431706030541548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4106431706030541548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bored-love-song-sara-bareilles-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SmR2c6uXDWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ToOVPk6GcN0/s72-c/Aaron+And+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1706430137956302579</id><published>2009-07-19T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:16:46.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much to say but, gotta quit dota before I give up on everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1706430137956302579?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1706430137956302579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1706430137956302579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1706430137956302579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1706430137956302579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-much-to-say-but-gotta-quit-dota.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1638331681711518886</id><published>2009-07-12T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:31:03.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My teeth are numb, signs that I'm growing faster than expected. Turning 19 soon and I'm not even holding onto any class license yet and it makes me sick! Hopefully, I'll do well for whatever I've put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1638331681711518886?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1638331681711518886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1638331681711518886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1638331681711518886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1638331681711518886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-teeth-are-numb-signs-that-im-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6907780285530287350</id><published>2009-07-08T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:35:47.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things seem to have taken a turn for me. I've unloaded a huge burden off me and now I'm a partial free man till august after that I'm a completely free man! Nothing much to blog about anyway. Just that, I'm counting down the days till I set out to do the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6907780285530287350?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6907780285530287350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6907780285530287350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6907780285530287350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6907780285530287350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-seem-to-have-taken-turn-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-7765799281186300547</id><published>2009-07-02T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:05:36.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn, I'm bored!! I've no idea what I've got to do to kick this boredom. So I went to watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. It sucked man! Totally sucked! Only talking about the story line. Don't get angry over me if you thought that movie was awesome or whatever words that match with it. I think the movie is GREAT! But the plot, climax and the story's movement were not up to the standard of the first one. It's meant to be a guys' movie really. Fast cars, excellent visual and audio effects and a super hot babe in megan fox makes this movie sizzle every second. who'd care about a plot when you've got all that in a single movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Start the takeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; This is your last warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Our time has come and we're going straight on till morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Just turn up our soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; And we'll keep singing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; We're going straight on till morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Start the takeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-7765799281186300547?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/7765799281186300547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=7765799281186300547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7765799281186300547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7765799281186300547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-im-bored-ive-no-idea-what-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-926715449236321543</id><published>2009-06-30T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:11:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey people, welcome to my blog. I thank you for reading the nonsensical rantings that i post here. I know the many different emotions you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recieve from every post and I thank all of you for sharing that with me when you see me in person. I was having a conversation with a friend today about motorbikes(I'm enrolling for my 2b next week. woohoo!!). He said they just released a scooter that was battery powered. That's a good thing but, BUT, it has a maximum speed of only 50km/h. I mean, come on. Who'd wanna ride that? If you were travelling short distance it's okay but if you were travelling from pasir ris to tuas for work in the morning. you've got to leave even before the buses leave the depot. If a battery powered scooter/motorbike/car/plane/submarine/nuclear missile/spaceship were to be invented it should have good mileage or top speed or both. So my opinion is if you were intending on getting one to save the environment, you're just getting yourself a disease called slow motion sickness. It happens when you travel in a vehicle at a slow, constant speed. Especially when your face is not protected because you'll just be breathing fellow vehicle users' exhaust fumes which still use petrol/diesel and whatever fuel like liquids. That's all for tonight. Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have A Little Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-926715449236321543?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/926715449236321543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=926715449236321543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/926715449236321543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/926715449236321543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-people-welcome-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-7233484825483837029</id><published>2009-06-28T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:19:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been awhile so here I am. It's been a very hectic one week. Mom in hospital, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; dieing, bed bugs still in my room and now, I can't wake up in the morning cause I can't sleep at night. The doctor didn't much believe me when i went to see him for this. He thought I was just giving an excuse to skip school. He didn't see my sincerity when I spoke to him of my situation. Thanks to those people who used the same problem as an excuse from a day off from school. Secondly, I missed DRC this week due to cycling at 3am in the morning. I didn't sleep but my coughing got worse so I just carried on my MC. I've been finding life a little meaningless, my only salvation was my ever-caring mom whom I cared for for the past week or so. I've lost contact with a special someone and I do apologise. Alright mateys, time for your capt'n azman to tuck in now. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-7233484825483837029?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/7233484825483837029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=7233484825483837029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7233484825483837029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7233484825483837029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile-so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4342188205857689647</id><published>2009-06-20T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:03:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will be on hiatus as my mom is hospitalized. Will check back here when all that's over. Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4342188205857689647?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4342188205857689647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4342188205857689647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4342188205857689647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4342188205857689647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-on-hiatus-as-my-mom-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-9125896572715410289</id><published>2009-06-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:05:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So here I am at home for the whole day for the first time since like a week ago. I've done all the things that I've felt like doing now EXCEPT watching "drag me to hell" with ili. Since that's the only thing left, it's time for me to do my projects and find a job! It's been ages and I'm still looking for one. I'm in a depressed state at the moment. For many reasons but I shall only explain one that's interesting. My brother somehow managed to get bed bugs on his side of our bedroom so being the good brother that I am, I offered him my assistance. Intro my dad who comes up with the idea that my bed should be checked too and yes, my bed has also been infected. I've sleep on the couch for 2 months at least before they all die. So we'll see how things goes. Adios los amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. I hope you find out what you want.&lt;br /&gt;I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.&lt;br /&gt; And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I'll grow old and start acting my age. It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone. Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.&lt;br /&gt; If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state. You can keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt; I'll keep out of your way. And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.&lt;br /&gt;Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits or get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;Say you wanted a solution. You just wanted to be missed. Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget...&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold.&lt;br /&gt;Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close.&lt;br /&gt;You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins.&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto yourself the best that you can. You are the smell before rain.&lt;br /&gt;You are the blood in my veins. Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-9125896572715410289?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/9125896572715410289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=9125896572715410289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/9125896572715410289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/9125896572715410289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-here-i-am-at-home-for-whole-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3438755380654202649</id><published>2009-06-06T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:32:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The term tests are over! And I'm a free man for a few days. Been busy since thursday. Night at the museum 2 was a nice movie but kinda forgettable actually. I find the characters are more cuter and nicer to look at rather than watching robin williams parading around in a thick moustache.&lt;br /&gt;Another road trip is on the way again. Let's hope it's another successful event. Same destination and a slight change of riders.&lt;br /&gt;I've found out that I'm attracted to something when kickboxing. I shall not disclose what it may be but it's soft and round. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You're in on a lie&lt;br /&gt;And we're out on the highway&lt;br /&gt;Dodging bullets&lt;br /&gt;As we're pulling half our lives behind our backs.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel as perfect as you put on?&lt;br /&gt;Try to brace yourself for this&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to turn away&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3438755380654202649?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3438755380654202649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3438755380654202649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3438755380654202649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3438755380654202649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/term-tests-are-over-and-im-free-man-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-817638196786002327</id><published>2009-06-03T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:08:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A friendly message, Beng's house in under renovation therefore his computer and whatever stuff that is related to it is all in mess. This leads to him not being able to blog. Do send your deepest condolences to him as he only has 1 bathroom at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-817638196786002327?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/817638196786002327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=817638196786002327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/817638196786002327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/817638196786002327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendly-message-bengs-house-in-under.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5582748207120865561</id><published>2009-06-01T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:40:41.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E-Maths 3 has inspired me to write today's post. It was a good paper. Given me enough confidence to get through the rest too. Now, let's talk about TERMINATOR: SALVATION. I went to watch this movie with all those crazy people whom I know. It wasn't the intended movie but due to one reason or another we had to watch this movie. If you wanted to waste $10 cause you don't know what to do with it then this is the movie to watch. The movie is so slow paced and you never know what the terminators are doing in the first place. It's like watching brainless decepticons terrorizing bedok. Until now, I'll never get why arnold is back again. Isn't the movie is supposed to be set in the future after he's dead and is it must to for those anti-terminator guys to say "i'll be back"? Maybe that's the objective of the director, to have viewers in a confused state after the movie. That's all I've got for that movie. I'm intending to watch Night At The Museum 2. Anyone care to join? If not I'm gonna catch it online. Tag my blog to let me know. MAKE SURE YOU PUT YOUR REAL NAME. Or you can leave me your nick name which I'm familiar of. That's all I got. Corefest @ Substation was AWE....Right. Good performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a man on a mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll break these walls you've put in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just so I can get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't mind the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause every step that I take and every breath that you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will only get me closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5582748207120865561?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5582748207120865561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5582748207120865561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5582748207120865561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5582748207120865561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-maths-3-has-inspired-me-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2784679534176422471</id><published>2009-05-25T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:54:44.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year's NPCC annual camp was finally done and over with last weekend. I thought it'll never happen this year due to the school's "busy schedule". It was a great 3 days. Tiring but still worth every moment. This year's camp has given me alot to think about. Given me the chance to reflect on myself, my passion for NPCC and my education. One part is regretting but it has managed to made me realise that things in life never came easy and the people around are the best treasures you can have. I'm looking to a new future now which I hope will be bright and fulfilling, not forgetting those who have stood by me, I apppreciate everything you've contributed from the bottom of my heart. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;If actions spoke louder than words, you'd have made me deaf by now&lt;br /&gt;You make it seem so easy to love me for who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;It'd break my heart, if we fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be so hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;It'd break my heart, if we fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be so hard to watch you go&lt;br /&gt;So let's not dwell on all those things we should've said&lt;br /&gt;As piece by piece I can pick you up off my floor&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy how it'd make my week just to hear them mention your name&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to understand how you've got me right in the palm of your hand?&lt;br /&gt;So let's not dwell on all those things we should of said&lt;br /&gt;As piece by piece I can pick you up off of my floor (off my floor)&lt;br /&gt;So let's not dwell on all those things we should of said&lt;br /&gt;As piece by piece I can pick you up off of my floor (off my floor)&lt;br /&gt;You're first and foremost, you're always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Through the songs that I'll sing I'll give you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2784679534176422471?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2784679534176422471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2784679534176422471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2784679534176422471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2784679534176422471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-years-npcc-annual-camp-was-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8883415092091899224</id><published>2009-05-20T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:24:42.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I failed my TP test. So be it. Don't bother asking how many points I got cause I won't bother revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8883415092091899224?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8883415092091899224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8883415092091899224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8883415092091899224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8883415092091899224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-failed-my-tp-test.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6490073511994473914</id><published>2009-05-13T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:48:56.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm missing you so much, I'll see you die tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can get to you before the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;I know the signs are on and I feel this too&lt;br /&gt;None of that ever seems to matter when I'm holding you&lt;br /&gt;What have I gotten into this time around?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I had sworn I'd never trust&lt;br /&gt;Anyone again but I didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a smile that can light the room like yours&lt;br /&gt;It's simply radiant, I feel more with everyday that goes by&lt;br /&gt;I watch the clock to make my timing just right&lt;br /&gt;Would it be okay?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be okay if I took your breath away?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wasting away, away from you.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me butterflies at the mailbox&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me at hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6490073511994473914?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6490073511994473914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6490073511994473914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6490073511994473914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6490073511994473914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-missing-you-so-much-ill-see-you-die.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5641096012870042449</id><published>2009-05-11T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:51:39.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've not blogged so long so here i am. Hello world! That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5641096012870042449?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5641096012870042449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5641096012870042449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5641096012870042449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5641096012870042449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-not-blogged-so-long-so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2895480693289964069</id><published>2009-04-28T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:51:42.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First week of school was okay. Trying to manage everything and so much more. Sunday evening was the most painful evening I've had after a long time. I hope aaron doesn't do what he did that evening ever again. I've had enough of all this and I don't wanna go through anymore like this anytime soon. So aaron, just be happy with valerie if anything there's always me, sunil and leon. So yeah, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that everything&lt;br /&gt;you've known about me is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget the days&lt;br /&gt;that we spent forever, it haunts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2895480693289964069?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2895480693289964069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2895480693289964069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2895480693289964069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2895480693289964069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-week-of-school-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5931005858792585544</id><published>2009-04-19T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:46:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here's another post. Don't worry, it's not about vampires and werewolves. It's about the starting of school. I'm glad school is reopening. Got something to wake up to or should I say something to sleep early for. I'm kind of satisfied with my time table. This is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday: 12 - 6&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 11 - 5&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 8 - 1&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 10 - 4&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 8 - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think this is good enough for me. Unless you get no lesson on fridays but that'll pack my other days. The last days of my holidays have seriously dull and boring. I've had no plans for anything and speech day was such a bore as I was stuck alone. No cadets and no CIs. I couldn't take it, I left for home halfway. Yesterday was NPAP. It was by far the worst parade I've seen. So many cadets falling out even contingent commanders falling out. No proper training and lack of nourishments could be the cause. Went to play pool with yiwen and hy at ehub after NPAP. I've got exactly one month to TP test for my class 3 license. I can't wait but i'm still nervous. Hopefully, I pass on my first try. That's all I got for now. Adios los amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I would fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That everything would be like it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But nights like this it seems they are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5931005858792585544?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5931005858792585544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5931005858792585544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5931005858792585544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5931005858792585544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-heres-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4029937835259434714</id><published>2009-04-14T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:18:58.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got a problem. Since I was young, I've loved movies based on vampires and werewolves. It started with an american werewolf in paris and an interview with the vampire. Coolest movies of all time. So there's this movie that has been irritating me and it's a trilogy somemore. I mean come on, twilight? New moon? Is that something for people who are afraid of the dark to watch that? Since when have vampires turn shiny? Werewolves and vampires spell one word... VIOLENCE. Blood, gore and dead people is what you wanna see when you watch a vampire or werewolf movie not shiny people who wanna be normal. I hope future movies which is based on vampires and werewolves should be totally not like twilight. If it ever was, then I think I should die. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time winds down, as you stretch upward to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; His blood resounds as it's not over, precursor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They'll paint them red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Those things You said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They'll paint them red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What You said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I miss you. I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...and I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I need you. I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...and I need you more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I see you? I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...can I see you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to defend as I hold you so closely to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You speak of peace, well how can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Surround me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can't believe that pain received,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I can't believe what you said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I felt it. You're not fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I felt it. I'm not fading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I felt it. You're not fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I felt it. I felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I miss you. I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...and I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I need you. I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...and I need you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I see you? I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...can I see you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4029937835259434714?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4029937835259434714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4029937835259434714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4029937835259434714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4029937835259434714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-got-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4595986985410075988</id><published>2009-04-12T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:56:42.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things have been moving rather slowly it seems. Friends are friends. Girls are girls unless they went thailand or hong kong. I'm just going to make my life something. What I'm gonna do about it? I myself haven't figure it out yet. I'm gonna keep this post short. There isn't much to write. Just wanna let everyone know, I've made some improvements. Hopefully, I can get something good out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;You left the sweetest taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;You're a silver lining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, it just comes undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4595986985410075988?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4595986985410075988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4595986985410075988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4595986985410075988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4595986985410075988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-have-been-moving-rather-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-192213145999498218</id><published>2009-04-08T04:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:11:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's To The Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So it's been a great day today, yet sad. Let's start of with the sad part. Today was the kaiser chiefs concert and I couldn't attend. Don't ask why cause it's kinda obvious if you know me well enough. So leon came over to my place t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;o upload music to his new ipod. He's kinda retarded in the sense that that the only thing he wants to do when i speak is, kill me. What kind of friend is that huh? But, I still love him anyhow. We ain't gay you faggards, It's call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ed "brother lurp". So we went to have dinner followed by going over to meet HBT near east view sec. Slacked with them awhile then made our way back to my block to meet aaron to discuss about business. We came across this lady who leon named her "joker". Apparently, when leon saw her for the first time she was wearing an overdose of make up which made her looked like batman's villain , the joker. She's really spooky as i only see her late at night. So after aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; left, me and leon decided to call some people to talk some people we know. We tried calling bob but he was asleep. So we called hazwan and disturbed him till we don't know what to talk. After gave a call to faiz. Talked till leon's phone battery got flat. That gave us the intention to head back home. If not we'll still be under my block now. Just watched a horrible match man utd played with porto. Really disappointed. So that's all I got in a day. Boring or what? Haha. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;dios. By the way, kurt nielsen is too high for you, leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SdvBZcIXTEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qUWtxKMDRl8/s1600-h/IMG_9282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SdvBZcIXTEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qUWtxKMDRl8/s400/IMG_9282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322060027460537410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-192213145999498218?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/192213145999498218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=192213145999498218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/192213145999498218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/192213145999498218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-to-past-so-its-been-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SdvBZcIXTEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qUWtxKMDRl8/s72-c/IMG_9282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2323408940273107777</id><published>2009-04-06T01:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:33:38.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Sdjoa48FITI/AAAAAAAAADs/IWo_tGc5OyM/s1600-h/Dead+%26+Gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Sdjoa48FITI/AAAAAAAAADs/IWo_tGc5OyM/s320/Dead+%26+Gone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258508396863794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back. Due to criticism of me being a "poser" blogger or a lazy blogger. I just didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; have the time as I was caught up with matters at hand. My dad was supposed to be back in Singapore on his birthday which is the 3rd but his flight got canceled. Kinda sad cause I've not seen him since last year. It's a good thing in someway cause I've got more freedom. Haha. Anyway, It's been a busy week. Been doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the drill comp proposal, training, annual camp proposal on my NPCC side and I've been fishing and had chalet with my mates who call themselves the asses. Literally they are a bunch of asses. Each one has got something up their sleeve. I've got sunburnt or tanned, either one. For my skin colour it doesn't really matter. If you guys really wanna know, I still have yet to find a job. Sad or what. I've been given a business proposal by an overseas company. I don't know if should go into it. Sounds like a very good offer. Considering with aaron tomorrow. So that's about it guys. To all those man united haters and leon, glory glory man united!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SdjojL6JIAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/egG4KHjhsBo/s1600-h/Brothers+Till+The+End.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SdjojL6JIAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/egG4KHjhsBo/s320/Brothers+Till+The+End.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321258650927964162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday, this day, we kept falling down&lt;br /&gt;Someday, this day, set the ferris wheel ablaze&lt;br /&gt;You left my heart an open wound&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for&lt;br /&gt;This day, someday we kept falling down&lt;br /&gt;One day, this day all we had to keep us safe&lt;br /&gt;And if we never sleep again, it would never end&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I heard you say to me&lt;br /&gt;We'll go so far, far as we can&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2323408940273107777?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2323408940273107777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2323408940273107777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2323408940273107777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2323408940273107777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Sdjoa48FITI/AAAAAAAAADs/IWo_tGc5OyM/s72-c/Dead+%26+Gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1179884827813726111</id><published>2009-03-29T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:33:04.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a bloody boring weekend. Nothing much to do. Went fishing with firdaus at changi saturday morning. Was the most wasted fishing trip I've had in my life. Went home to do nothing. Met aaron awhile before he went work. Around 3am in the morning met hazwan, leon and nat under my block to lepak and discuss about our upcoming original. Project Symphony is coming up with new originals and will be recording soon! After meeting them I went home to sleep because I havent even closed my eyes for 2 fucking days. Life's fucking boring. I got to find something to do. My brother borrowed my laptop for a few days so I can't get my NPCC work done. I have yet to find a job. I have no talent to work on. Things just seem so quiet. It's like the world has stopped moving. I've got to find something or someone that's gonna interest me soon if not I'm gonna be one hell of a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It ain't what it used to be no more&lt;br /&gt;Don't take me as a toy to be played with&lt;br /&gt;I really can bite back&lt;br /&gt;I was here when you were not&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I left cause&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you asked me to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1179884827813726111?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1179884827813726111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1179884827813726111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1179884827813726111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1179884827813726111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-bloody-boring-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-487759332361218377</id><published>2009-03-26T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:46:37.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys, I'm back with another post. Been a very eventful 2 days. I kinda enjoyed my time with friends but, I still need a job man. Can't be this way for long. I'm kinda lazy to write all the events down. Just to say yesterday's sudden cycling trip was a success! Thanks to aaron for the prank of the century on me. Wanna know what the prank was, just ask aaron or read other people's blog. So that's about it. Got no pictures to post yet. Just waiting for syiko morishimo to post it up. Alright, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now you'll know exactly what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To be an obstacle in my way&lt;br /&gt;You won't remain&lt;br /&gt;You won't remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-487759332361218377?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/487759332361218377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=487759332361218377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/487759332361218377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/487759332361218377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-guys-im-back-with-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8550204408954734186</id><published>2009-03-20T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:21:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been a busy few days. Went to PRCS on wednesday for their campfire. Sad to say that their campfire was called off halfway due to improper arrangements of the campfire. Spent the night with my NPCC mates at pasir ris park as we couldn't spend the night at PRCS. Fell sick the day after. Still sick. Got fired from work due to that. Damn upset because of that. Looking for another job now. So I'm slacking at home, resting and wasting my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I could tear you from the ceiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And guarantee a source divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Rid you off possessions fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remain your funny valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I know the best I've tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'd fill your every breath with meaning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And find a place we both could hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You don't believe me, but you do this every time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'd find a brand new way of seeing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your eyes forever glued to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8550204408954734186?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8550204408954734186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8550204408954734186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8550204408954734186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8550204408954734186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-busy-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8345133034584071993</id><published>2009-03-16T05:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:21:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here's another post to all those faithful people who still drop by my blog. Starting work tomorrow. At least got something to do even though slacking is a much fun job. If only someone were to pay me for doing that. It's 5am in the morning and I still have yet to sleep. I've got a briefing at orchard regarding my work so I don't wanna miss or be late for it so I'm putting myself awake tonight. Last night was fun. Slacking near my house with poker cards, a guitar, a cat and a whole lot of nonsense with a whole bunch of people and no police to come screen us. It felt like living in a kampong cause that's how the atmosphere was last night. You meet alot of people in our daily lives, some stay with you for a short while but I've got good friends who've stuck with me even after secondary school's life has been long over. I'm grateful to all those idiots. I just watched 21 and now I'm thinking of catching another movie. I think I'm gonna watch shooter. Goodnight people. Till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I knew it would be so simple to never count the things you had&lt;br /&gt;You traded all your memories to appreciate it all&lt;br /&gt;Without your mind just feeling trapped&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not the last&lt;br /&gt;Don't take your chances with circumstances&lt;br /&gt;I know you're better than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8345133034584071993?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8345133034584071993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8345133034584071993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8345133034584071993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8345133034584071993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-heres-another-post-to-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8205515029762644687</id><published>2009-03-15T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:10:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So was down at Coral Sec's Camp for 2 days. It was a totally new experience as I was the only external CI there. I learnt alot of things and good lessons I can take back to my unit. Many people will be thinking and asking me why I'm still so involved in it. The thing is it's my passion and it's a big part of my life. The person who I am now is also partly thanks to NPCC. So whatever happens as long as I have time I'll be helping out and taking part in NPCC issues and events that concern my area or unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Sbvk7WXDYZI/AAAAAAAAADM/IcO9wd4eA5U/s1600-h/INTURAC18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Sbvk7WXDYZI/AAAAAAAAADM/IcO9wd4eA5U/s320/INTURAC18.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313091893679317394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8205515029762644687?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8205515029762644687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8205515029762644687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8205515029762644687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8205515029762644687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-was-down-at-coral-secs-camp-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/Sbvk7WXDYZI/AAAAAAAAADM/IcO9wd4eA5U/s72-c/INTURAC18.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-910745990937747126</id><published>2009-03-12T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:31:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never make last minute decisions cause it only make people frustrated. Impromptu visit to chalet made me thon thanks to leon who claimed i owe him one. So i did for his sake. There were 2 ladies who made my stay worthwhile. I really had alot of fun with them throughout the night. Even though they were not from our chalet, they were real fun to be around with. One was there when the other wasn't. I was hoping for a double whammy. They were around till 4 in the morning before they went their way. We all took turns to have fun with them especially me, leon and razin. Sadly, they were just 4 month old kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SbfxIO9NH9I/AAAAAAAAADE/fN98MC8lBbE/s1600-h/11032009542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SbfxIO9NH9I/AAAAAAAAADE/fN98MC8lBbE/s320/11032009542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979409262845906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep the blood in your head&lt;br /&gt;And keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;If today's the day it gets tired&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day we drop out&lt;br /&gt;Gave up my body and bed&lt;br /&gt;All for an empty hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-910745990937747126?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/910745990937747126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=910745990937747126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/910745990937747126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/910745990937747126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-make-last-minute-decisions-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SbfxIO9NH9I/AAAAAAAAADE/fN98MC8lBbE/s72-c/11032009542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-739677243847656494</id><published>2009-03-09T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T03:40:10.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If got idiots as a few good friends and they always never fail to make my day. Finally made it to madrasah today. Been ages but gotta be a good boy for once you know. My mind has reached a state where you can't think anymore. Supper was just like that. From talking about school, friends, we suddenly reached the topic of the bermuda triangle. Thanks to farhan also known as finn. He cannot stop asking questions about that. Even after going out of topic so many times he still wanted to talk about it. Aaron and sunil cannot help laughing while I carried on discussing with finn. The talk lasted till 2 before we headed back home. I wish to shed pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ty on hazwan as it totally wasn't his day today. Unable to get dinner today thanks to the idiot at the counter at KFC. He asked us what was our order. So we asked him if they still had student meals. He said yes. So hazwan, nat and myself ordered 3 zingers. That guy said there were no zingers only fish zingers. So we said we'll have 3 fish zingers. He looked behind and then looked at the food counter for a while then told us there's only one. We were like what the fuck. So hazwan and asked to me to just take it while nat felt of getting macd. So after getting nat's dinner, hazwan said he'd maybe just get old chang kee(OCK). Made our way to OCK. Completely dry. He made do with potato chips bought at a mama shop near pill/peel. That's all I got today. Nights y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SbQe0GOQ_GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4PRzGPGhuAc/s1600-h/How+Many+People+Do+You+See.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SbQe0GOQ_GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4PRzGPGhuAc/s320/How+Many+People+Do+You+See.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310903740949134434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture was done completely by aaron's sick camera. Credits to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-739677243847656494?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/739677243847656494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=739677243847656494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/739677243847656494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/739677243847656494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-got-idiots-as-few-good-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SbQe0GOQ_GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4PRzGPGhuAc/s72-c/How+Many+People+Do+You+See.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1240480035684158759</id><published>2009-03-03T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:56:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SawIucLb3sI/AAAAAAAAACs/bZBPhKYihdk/s1600-h/See+No+Evil,+Speak+No+Evil,+Hear+No+Evil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SawIucLb3sI/AAAAAAAAACs/bZBPhKYihdk/s320/See+No+Evil,+Speak+No+Evil,+Hear+No+Evil.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627654694133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another enjoyable day out with my idiotic brothers: An impromptu fishing trip at changi. First thing I came online, Aaron asked if I was free and I told him yes. He told me to get ready to go fishing. So I thought it was later in the evening or what but I was supposed to meet them in less than an hour's time. Took my rod and off I left. We fished under heavy conditions. High tide, Burning heat and heavy rain. Too bad our effort paid out for nothing. That kinda upsets me but, to spend time with my closest friends has more worth than all the fishes in the pacific. Chron provided good music with his guitar so the entertainment was never ending. If things got boring, sunil was there to talk about his "best parts"(Until now I haven't figured out how many best parts he has in life). After a fruitless trip we headed to our usual food o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;utlet to have our dinner. Unexpected camwhoring occured. I just don't get today. So many unexpected things. Life I guess should be like this. Never knowing what'll happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey brother, do you remember when&lt;br /&gt;We used to play outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Till the light was absorbed by the night?&lt;br /&gt;Hey brother, it was an innocent time&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh til we cry&lt;br /&gt;We're still boys on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SawOfG6c3zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JoengRQh6Xo/s1600-h/Nipple+Flashers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SawOfG6c3zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JoengRQh6Xo/s320/Nipple+Flashers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308633988357480242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1240480035684158759?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1240480035684158759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1240480035684158759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1240480035684158759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1240480035684158759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-another-enjoyable-day-out.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SawIucLb3sI/AAAAAAAAACs/bZBPhKYihdk/s72-c/See+No+Evil,+Speak+No+Evil,+Hear+No+Evil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1020855599174456173</id><published>2009-02-28T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:20:31.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thos&lt;/span&gt;e were the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SagZP71cDeI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xs2WC-00jK8/s1600-h/Those+Were+The+Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SagZP71cDeI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xs2WC-00jK8/s320/Those+Were+The+Days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307519922406690274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We always used to spend time slacking, talking about stupid stories and going around  town and just wandering. We even got lost once, thanks to one of us. We've stuck around each other till now and I've always considered them best buds or even brothers.  Then, there's this group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SagajmahAGI/AAAAAAAAACc/NwhPecCriuA/s1600-h/Aww,+Sunnil%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SagajmahAGI/AAAAAAAAACc/NwhPecCriuA/s320/Aww,+Sunnil%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307521359765635170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, similar faces to the picture above. You'll never stop laughing with these guys. Who needs hoes when you've got idiots like these. Life's good. Could get better and with them around, it won't feel any worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you crawl out of your sheets&lt;br /&gt;If I said the world outside is beckoning?&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind the safety and security of your home&lt;br /&gt;Is just a decoy to show how afraid you are of falling&lt;br /&gt;Take a leap, Take the plunge&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what's down there till you've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1020855599174456173?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1020855599174456173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1020855599174456173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1020855599174456173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1020855599174456173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/thos-e-were-days-we-always-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SagZP71cDeI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xs2WC-00jK8/s72-c/Those+Were+The+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6732868542027881652</id><published>2009-02-26T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:03:24.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams are over. Time to relax? Think again. The stress of knowing whether you have to sit for supp paper or not is gonna kill me for this whole week. Hopefully, I don't have any. For now, I'm gonna sit back and enjoy my holidays and hopefully find a job soon. Adios people. The world outside is calling. Embrace the freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Torturing ourselves, we must be into the abuse&lt;br /&gt;If you're the rope that ties us together&lt;br /&gt;Please make me a noose&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to leave&lt;br /&gt;Then beg me just to stay&lt;br /&gt;Used to run to my arms, but now I walk away&lt;br /&gt;Come and go as you please&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a part-time lover with well-worn knees&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6732868542027881652?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6732868542027881652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6732868542027881652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6732868542027881652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6732868542027881652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1340052880556139419</id><published>2009-02-23T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:06:20.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH! Exams are here. The only thing I've been doing has been studying. Can't wait for thursday. My time is coming! Looking for a damn job for ages. Nothing seems to creep my way. No work, no bike. Anybody willing to spare me cash may feel free to do so. Haha. Got not much time. Off to the books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm taking a chance,&lt;br /&gt;This could be different.&lt;br /&gt;This could be all I'm waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1340052880556139419?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1340052880556139419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1340052880556139419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1340052880556139419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1340052880556139419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh-exams-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6779027658493219270</id><published>2009-02-19T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:20:59.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm starting to think the worst is about to begin. Friends are the best medicine for stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PUNJABI BROTHER SUNIL!! MAY YOU GET THE GIRL YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304404618879059410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZ0H5Z06RdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bRNurjYCgAE/s320/Honda+CBR400RR.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;HONDA CBR-FOURHUNDRED-RR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6779027658493219270?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6779027658493219270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6779027658493219270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6779027658493219270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6779027658493219270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-starting-to-think-worst-is-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZ0H5Z06RdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bRNurjYCgAE/s72-c/Honda+CBR400RR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-517351618793261146</id><published>2009-02-17T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:39:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look at myself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I see the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;All my actions&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Have I done the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;Is this my downfall?&lt;br /&gt;Could this road be leading me to the same place I was at?&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I've taken the best turn&lt;br /&gt;It may turn out to be my worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-517351618793261146?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/517351618793261146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=517351618793261146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/517351618793261146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/517351618793261146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4725942917637263559</id><published>2009-02-14T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:22:44.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just an average day I guess. In school studying with leon and beng till 7. Lazing at home as usual. I've come to notice a few very good things. There are alot of nice movies on both okto and channel 5. It's a good thing. I've got a reason to watch more TV now. Fuck the exams. Each day, the pressure gets more and more. I'm afraid of only one stupid subject cause I know nuts about it. Damn you SSMAT!! I've also observed many stereotyped guys and girls. I've thought of it as very traditional and kinda stupid to have such a mentality in a modern society we live in. The things that should be more traditional aren't kept but what could be changed without having social conflicts isn't changed. It's not about who you date on the outside but who you're dating on the inside. That's all I got for now. Salutes to all. Happy valentine's day to all those who're loved and in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZbsHfp0V9I/AAAAAAAAABs/bHtTbf4upMI/s1600-h/Happy+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZbsHfp0V9I/AAAAAAAAABs/bHtTbf4upMI/s320/Happy+Family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685224775473106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The sky may fall&lt;br /&gt;The sea may split&lt;br /&gt;You may say that&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I may be right&lt;br /&gt;You may disagree&lt;br /&gt;Same old story&lt;br /&gt;Same old me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm starting to think it's just a mystery&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's just a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4725942917637263559?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4725942917637263559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4725942917637263559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4725942917637263559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4725942917637263559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-average-day-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZbsHfp0V9I/AAAAAAAAABs/bHtTbf4upMI/s72-c/Happy+Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4022254621438351314</id><published>2009-02-12T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:29:49.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Razin! Celebrated his birthday with shisha and abit of idiocy (if that even is a word). As expected a nice outing and an unforgettable bus ride for afiq. Will post pics soon. Keep checking in. I may post a video up as I get it from yiwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4022254621438351314?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4022254621438351314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4022254621438351314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4022254621438351314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4022254621438351314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-belated-birthday-to-razin.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6946962041137362213</id><published>2009-02-10T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:15:42.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back blogging after a 10 day absence. Been very busy the past few days. School, hospital, NPCC. Never stopped moving. Sunil got admitted into hospital the past 5 days. He was diagnosed with dengue. Was by his side everyday. He didn't have much family but he sure had alot of friends. Me and aaron took most of our time to be with him since we're the closest after his "family". Really felt sad for him but now his better and back to his old stupid self. Had to skip school to discharge him as there was no one available today. So it's kinda been how my life's like. Don't see much anymore. Just waiting for the holidays to start working and get some income. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Razin. Always been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good friend to crack jokes with. That's all I got for now. Adios los amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZBWB8X79AI/AAAAAAAAABU/3ncYzXRwg0Y/s1600-h/Singh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZBWB8X79AI/AAAAAAAAABU/3ncYzXRwg0Y/s320/Singh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831352801457154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunil Kepala pu-Singh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6946962041137362213?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6946962041137362213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6946962041137362213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6946962041137362213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6946962041137362213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-blogging-after-10-day-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SZBWB8X79AI/AAAAAAAAABU/3ncYzXRwg0Y/s72-c/Singh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2619893608557974889</id><published>2009-02-01T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:49:49.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend was quite memorable. Alot of things to say but kinda lazy to type it all out. JB, leon's house was the agenda. I don't mind living my life like this but, I can't run away from the troubles i face. So yeah that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SYSN88I-KyI/AAAAAAAAABM/DKO6L_IzcYU/s1600-h/Cliques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SYSN88I-KyI/AAAAAAAAABM/DKO6L_IzcYU/s320/Cliques.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297515139769969442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You hide yourself behind the safety of&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that frightens you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You deny what's laid down&lt;br /&gt;on your front steps.&lt;br /&gt;But that was expected wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2619893608557974889?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2619893608557974889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2619893608557974889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2619893608557974889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2619893608557974889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weekend-was-quite-memorable.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SYSN88I-KyI/AAAAAAAAABM/DKO6L_IzcYU/s72-c/Cliques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4514392020132010855</id><published>2009-01-28T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:08:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Hey, Chinese New Year was an enjoyable holiday indeed. First day when out with bob, beng, bear, faris and hilmi to go smoke shisha and we played carrom while smoking shisha. Ver relaxed night spent. The next day after sending my dad off to the airport when for my sparring session with bob and beng. First time I had to spar with spectators. Lucky, I made it out alive and well. Just got a sprained ankle, swollen shin and aching thigh other than that, I'm kinda alright. After that went over to aaron's place for CNY. Always a routine to go over to his place during these celebratory times. Back home and blogging. School as per usual tomorrow. So that's about it. Happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Is just a tragedy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4514392020132010855?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4514392020132010855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4514392020132010855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4514392020132010855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4514392020132010855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-hey-chinese-new-year-was-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3330988721092066584</id><published>2009-01-26T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:42:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! Enjoy the holidays cause exams are around the corner. Nothing much to blog about. Life is as it is. If there's anything interesting i'll post it up. Congratulations to Obama, hope you dont bring America to the humiliated state it is already at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 229px; height: 273px;" alt="http://datelinebucharest.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/barack-obama-bw1.png" src="http://datelinebucharest.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/barack-obama-bw1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AZMAN/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AZMAN/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3330988721092066584?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3330988721092066584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3330988721092066584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3330988721092066584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3330988721092066584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-429636531889014987</id><published>2009-01-17T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:28:59.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems likes it's been awhile since I last blogged. Things are getting better it seems. The feeling I've had for the past few weeks seems to be fading. Or is it? Haha. I don't know man. Like seriously things were going slow lately almost to the extent that I could feel the earth moving. Or was it just the wind? I just had a hair cut. After 5 months and it's short again. Freaking short but it's better that way cause I can't attend trainings like that if not I'm just making myself look bad. Was freaking sick since morning. Couldn't even concentrate while driving. Next week friday is my FTT. Hopefully I pass and get my license by may or april. Projects are reaching their final stages. Time to stick myself at home more and finish them up. Got alot of NPCC admin work to finish but I spent the time sleeping at home. I'm gonna start at it again. Anybody who's interested in bands that sound like One Republic should have a listen to The Script. They're kinda cool. So I'm off for now. I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;There comes a time that every bird has to fly&lt;br /&gt;At some point every rose has to die&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to let your children go, leave home, where they go, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk, getting stoned all alone&lt;br /&gt;Teach a man to fish, feed a man for life&lt;br /&gt;Show your kids the truth and hope they never lie&lt;br /&gt;Instead of reading in a letter that they've gone to something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-429636531889014987?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/429636531889014987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=429636531889014987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/429636531889014987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/429636531889014987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/seems-likes-its-been-awhile-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2596007998658063678</id><published>2009-01-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:06:59.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGHH!! Everything's crashing on me. Gotta survive this storm. There's only a short while before it's the holidays again and I'm free bird again. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2596007998658063678?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2596007998658063678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2596007998658063678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2596007998658063678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2596007998658063678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/arghh-everythings-crashing-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1396142500093793199</id><published>2009-01-13T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:33:04.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm The Man Who Can't Be Moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SWt-NwLA8hI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROzbEKue6LA/s1600-h/So+How+Now.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SWt-NwLA8hI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROzbEKue6LA/s320/So+How+Now.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290460962011279890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been very irritatinsg today. Had to be so to keep my mind of things. If I offended anyone in the process, do forgive me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is fucked up. Losing the mood to study already. Only just year one then lost mood. I wanna make it through this and get my diploma. So stressed out already. Got to get a foothold in my life back again. Exams in 7 weeks. Gotta study. There things i've still yet to understand. Projects all half-done. Got work in NPCC. Got work at home. Gotta find a job. So many things, so little time. Can I make it through this ordeal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1396142500093793199?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1396142500093793199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1396142500093793199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1396142500093793199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1396142500093793199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SWt-NwLA8hI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROzbEKue6LA/s72-c/So+How+Now.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5389893674497665931</id><published>2009-01-10T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:39:39.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So today was a wasted time in school. Went to starbucks for my interview. Hope I get the job. Was at TP watching the band performances. After that headed down to NYP to catch AVA and Plain Sunset perform. Stupid man, they're allowed to play only 2 songs. FREAKING 2 SONGS!! At least plain sunset got an encore and that was the most happening song as the guys from AVA started running off the stage and body surfing. Cool shit, sad thing it ended as soon as it began. 2 good bands, so little time. No hardcore dancing or moshing was allowed. Lameshit right? Come on lar, what's fun without a few injuries. Headed back home after dinner at NYP. Another driving lesson tomorrow. Soon I'll get my class 3 license then I can move onto my class 2b. Gotta get some sleep. Nights people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my bones are dust&lt;br /&gt;And my heart sealed with rust.&lt;br /&gt;These hands will always be rough,&lt;br /&gt;I know this won't count for much.&lt;br /&gt;Two people,&lt;br /&gt;Too damaged.&lt;br /&gt;Too much,&lt;br /&gt;Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5389893674497665931?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5389893674497665931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5389893674497665931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5389893674497665931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5389893674497665931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-today-was-wasted-time-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-31029471665193454</id><published>2009-01-01T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:35:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SVzwaXs0yBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-VX4FXOJzzc/s1600-h/01012009515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SVzwaXs0yBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-VX4FXOJzzc/s320/01012009515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364398455408658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, finally it's 2009! The past year wasn't a good one for me, I hope to make this year a better one for sure. Spent the whole night out at dhoby ghau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AZMAN/Desktop/New%20Folder/01012009515.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t with leon, hazwan, razin, farhan, afiq, ruil and yiwen. It was a fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new year's eve and new year's day. We went home after breakfast around 9. I went home slept till 8 and I'm lazing around the house. Actually this is the best way I could think of celebrating the new year. Wishing everyone who messaged me, tried to call me but couldn't get through, tried to look for me around town but couldn't find me, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Adios people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/AZMAN/Desktop/New%20Folder/01012009515.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's true I've dabbled at times with confident lines&lt;br /&gt;I was half of a man nearly half of the time&lt;br /&gt;In an innocent way, I thought it could stay with us both on the ground&lt;br /&gt;With us fooling around&lt;br /&gt;Let's just stay on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay fooling around on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SVzwbiCw7DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uXq-W6f4OMo/s1600-h/01012009517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SVzwbiCw7DI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uXq-W6f4OMo/s320/01012009517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364418411654194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-31029471665193454?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/31029471665193454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=31029471665193454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/31029471665193454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/31029471665193454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-finally-its-2009-past-year-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SVzwaXs0yBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-VX4FXOJzzc/s72-c/01012009515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8479831586255910532</id><published>2008-12-31T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:44:29.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;School has started and my body clock hasn't adapted to it. Partly it's my fault for sleeping only at the wee hours of the morning. School's okay. Term test results are to my expectations so far. Just hope I do much better during the semester exams. Today's new year's eve. Festive greetings to all! I'm going out with the guys again. I think charmain's coming along with her friends. Yiwen's bringing a date. Can't get myself to ask someone out. Still lacking confidence to ask her out. Just taking my time. So I'm going off to meet leon soon. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Could this be out of line?&lt;br /&gt;To say you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Breaking me down like this&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;I would take a shot on&lt;br /&gt;Keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;So contagiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8479831586255910532?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8479831586255910532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8479831586255910532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8479831586255910532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8479831586255910532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-has-started-and-my-body-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-2510713928365347471</id><published>2008-12-27T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:25:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I've learnt that there are some people who regard me as a good person. It really touched me. To hear someone say "you maybe an idiot but, you actually gotta a good heart", it just warms me up. I just wanna let my fucking brothers; aaron, sunil, bob, leon, hazwan, yiwen and vanessa know that I really appreciate you guys alot. Being there for me whenever and wherever. A heartfelt appreciation. Thanks! Come to think of it, it seems like you're totally my type but I guess I'm not you're type. Sad case but nothing never falls into your hands perfectly. I'll make do with whoever that comes by. I kinda miss you even though we aren't close. I don't feel like making any move the reason being I feel it intimidates people by invading into their personal space. The day you felt uncomfortable is the day I stopped trying. I'll stop till I'm given permission to move. Take care till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You're the only one I cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The only one I try to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You're the only one I sigh for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The only one I die to squeeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1750222&amp;amp;id=553996825" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1604/84/95/553996825/n553996825_1750227_4480.jpg" style="width: 408px; height: 308px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-2510713928365347471?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/2510713928365347471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=2510713928365347471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2510713928365347471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/2510713928365347471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-ive-learnt-that-there-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4368152083081505383</id><published>2008-12-26T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:44:56.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm back after a long absence or is it? So yeah, it's been a eventful week. Cycling was alright. Had it's cock ups, I mean which event didn't have it's problems. We started out with 6 riders; Leon, Hazwan, Yiwen, Aaron, Sunil, Afiq, Farhan. By night we were with 6 and the next morning there were 4. After reaching back tampines, all went home to change and then headed over to raj's party for awhile. The road trip was very eventful on the first day. The second day was mainly slacking around as everyone was tired. Raj's party brought about a little excitement. After a few day's i've come to figure out I'm not a confident person as I thought I am. I'm confident in things that don't relate to me but, when it's about me I kinda give up easily. Christmas was alright. Had dinner with hazwan, leon and yiwen. Went around town with charmain, leon and yiwen just now. Sadly, I got no pictures to upload cause we didn't have the chance to take pictures anywhere. Sorry leon. Good night humble readers of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Weve just got to take our time&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt; So lets make this moment a crime&lt;br /&gt;I know you're left behind&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll do my best to feel broke down&lt;br /&gt;It's been a minute, a second&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;But, I know you're taking time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get away when everything feels the same&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get away tell me it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on you wait&lt;br /&gt;And oh the days they fade away&lt;br /&gt;And all the nights they've never felt the same&lt;br /&gt;If I was wrong then I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;The things we do are never going to change&lt;br /&gt;Well you haven't got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;But you never want to stop&lt;br /&gt;You always want to feel this way&lt;br /&gt; I know you're taking time&lt;br /&gt;We wait forever, if ever and you're too hip to saying never&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get it, oh I shouldn't sweat it not&lt;br /&gt;Like it matters, it's over, yeah at least till you come over&lt;br /&gt; So much for shutters, we're living under covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4368152083081505383?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4368152083081505383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4368152083081505383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4368152083081505383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4368152083081505383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-back-after-long-absence-or-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8614990315471538411</id><published>2008-12-21T01:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:18:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright! So everything is getting on okay for now. The route is set, the riders have yet to be confirmed but we got 8 or 9 so far. Everything is planned out so I can say safely monday's a road trip. Can't wait! I hope this will be a better trip than the previous trips. What we've got alot things lined up. Ghost hunting, swimming, sight-seeing and yes leon, we'll camwhore. Gotta bike in hand. It's not the type that I'd ride but yeah as long as i have wheels, I'm good to go. So tomorrow is servicing, Singapore vs Vietnam, some chalet to crash and that's about it. Anyone wanna come enjoy the fun with us on monday can do so by coming down to sentosa's palawan beach. Alright mates, this is where we say good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on fire when you're near me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire when you speak&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire burning at this mystery&lt;br /&gt;You're that mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8614990315471538411?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8614990315471538411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8614990315471538411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8614990315471538411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8614990315471538411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/alright-so-everything-is-getting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-189871396768060367</id><published>2008-12-19T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:15:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so it's been another roller coaster weekend for me. There's the good, the bad, the unusual and the totally nonsensical. 7 guys; hilmi, beng, bob, sunil, fahmi, leon and myself went to catch a chic flick called twilight. I still cannot stand it cause it sounds so gay. Thanks a lot hilmi. Makes me think I should have a girlfriend but, I don't think it's the right time yet for me. After the movie slacked with aaron and sunil till one plus then headed back home to hear sad news that my sister for the first time in her life passed all her subjects but she didn't get promoted to sec5. Sad case but at least I think she tried. So advised her on possible courses in ITE. Good news is I passed my BTT. Woohoo!! So I'm gonna be driving sometime next week and hopefully I can get my class 3 license by march or april. Bad news is I got fined $200 by NEA for littering. Damn! Why wasn't I more careful and it's only at the point when I run dry of cash that I have to get fined. So, I'm looking for a part time job currently that can help me settle this crisis. My mom said I should learn my lesson by paying up myself. Dad'll just laugh at me for getting into trouble for lame reasons like this but he'll also criticize me like fuck so I choose to not approach him. So anyone who reads my blog, know of any weekend part-time jobs let me know please. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't tell me what it's like to love someone&lt;br /&gt;A different song for a different girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And to think i might be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Tell tale hearts against words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like these won't win these words and hearts&lt;br /&gt;You would come over to talk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We'd act like there is something to say.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've learned that time can heal your wounds&lt;br /&gt;But the reminder of a scar will stay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stay, right here, right by me&lt;br /&gt;Stay, the flame has died, down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-189871396768060367?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/189871396768060367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=189871396768060367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/189871396768060367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/189871396768060367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-its-been-another-roller-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8238713525019886201</id><published>2008-12-18T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:15:57.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There was once a hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Who flew too close to the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;His wings of wax fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And he plummeted to earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SUlA3NoykZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qtmf-R3RO0w/s1600-h/THE+CURE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SUlA3NoykZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qtmf-R3RO0w/s320/THE+CURE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280823355366347154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Favourite Band Of All Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8238713525019886201?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8238713525019886201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8238713525019886201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8238713525019886201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8238713525019886201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-once-hero-who-flew-too-close.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SUlA3NoykZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qtmf-R3RO0w/s72-c/THE+CURE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-1267731501071208520</id><published>2008-12-14T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:43:30.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went down to paragon with sunil and leon to follow them shop at ben sherman. Got tempted to shop so I bought myself a shirt. Savings running dry and that money was suppose to be used for something else. Well, time to start saving. I'm not going to shop till next year cause I seriously gotta save! Well, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm walking with my heart in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind that brushes my hair&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up in despair?&lt;br /&gt;Would you just take this walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;I'd just show you what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love &amp;amp; devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-1267731501071208520?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/1267731501071208520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=1267731501071208520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1267731501071208520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/1267731501071208520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-down-to-paragon-with-sunil-and_14.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-836958432737992160</id><published>2008-12-11T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:44:16.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here I am updating. I don't have much time at home nowadays so I don't blog often. Fucking unwell. Feeling lousy but as long as people keep talking about random shit it's alright with me. Keeps my mind away about other stuff. I'm not running away from the things that surround me, I'm just putting them off for the time being. Currently having my term tests. So far things are going fine so far just fearing the paper on friday and my BTT next wednesday. Damn! But I'll do my best somehow. So yeah that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh baby, You Can Have Whatever You Like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-836958432737992160?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/836958432737992160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=836958432737992160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/836958432737992160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/836958432737992160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-here-i-am-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-7408645497306153362</id><published>2008-12-01T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:06:12.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've become a ghost in people's lives. All I've done is just nothing. You can tear me up and take what you want. Don't leave me any remains. I don't get it. I've always been there whenever called upon. Say what you want from me and I'll give everything I've got cause I owe what I have to you. So now it's just me. It's alright. It's not like I can't live without the love you've showered me for years. I just need time and I'll move. Just like a ghost and I'll be the son you'll tell people that wasn't there for you, wasn't the one for you. What I feel wasn't questioned cause it's always what you wanted and what you thought was the best for me but, I know what I want. Even though it's a vague picture now, it's still something I'll work toward. My work's begun. I'll drift just like how you're thinking it to be. I don't need anything to hold me back here. I don't have anything to keep me down here. But, thanks for everything anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll dive right in&lt;br /&gt;Break through the waves&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;And although my hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;I lie perfectly still&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm determined to let myself sink down&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm buried too far down&lt;br /&gt;To feel the warmth from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;I could wave my arms and swim away&lt;br /&gt;But never reach the shore&lt;br /&gt;But for now I will lay face first in the sand&lt;br /&gt;With the wreckage from ships that lost their way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-7408645497306153362?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/7408645497306153362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=7408645497306153362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7408645497306153362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7408645497306153362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-become-ghost-in-peoples-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4747992742387467641</id><published>2008-11-30T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:59:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So INTURAC'08 is over. It's an unforgettable event in my life. So many first times. Damn fucking tired but I still pushed myself further and further. I didn't wanna put any limits on myself as it'll only be a hindrance to my team. Even though we lagged at many parts of the race, coming out of the race fourth was a lot of encouragement to my team and to NPCC. The good thing about my team is we've known each other for a long time and we know each others' strengths and weaknesses well. We're not physically fit like other particpants but we sure got alot of heart despite out physical disadvantage. I wanna thank my team mates, hearts you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They hold the flame to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; crushing you apart into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; A million shades of blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; and you just let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Don't look now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; They're making their rounds again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You have to run when they're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Can you make it all the way home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; We'll own the world one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; It's only gonna be a little bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; We're gold in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You were meant to hear the sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; of everything falling into place for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Me and you are gonna be the last ones standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; We'll own the world one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And it's time to stop complaining now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You shine the light on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; questioning the words I weave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; My eyes are tired and weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; but I just sit there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Can't look now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; but I can see the door behind our backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; If I can stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I can make it all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You sing along with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Not for sale, I'm not for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Nobody can purchase me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Now sing along with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm not for sale, I'm not for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Nobody can purchase me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only here for you to take me&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk with you to the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;This place is for our taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4747992742387467641?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4747992742387467641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4747992742387467641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4747992742387467641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4747992742387467641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-inturac08-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-8447234580342557304</id><published>2008-11-26T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:23:46.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I don't feel like writing about today's happenings cause there's kinda alot. Maybe another day, another time. I wish to reflect on a few things. Firstly, I've a found a show that I can very much relate to myself and the people around me. Well, that show's name is how I met your mother. So yeah, most of you should have heard about that show, if you haven't heard of it before, where have you been?? And I'm trying to find my footing in life, thinking what do I want in life, who am I really but then it hits me. Having a goal is okay.. Achieving is a whole different thing but it's still possible. But, realising yourself is a lifetime's journey. Cause at times of uncertainty you never really figure out is this who you wanna be? At the age of eighteen I looked to realise myself but actually I don't need to bother about realising cause my subconsience is what I really am and that's what I've come to believe. Example, sometimes someone asks you a question that give you a quick jolt and you answer the question with the first thing that comes to your mind. Don't need much thinking cause that's what you want. Someone hits you on the back and you just swing a punch at him/her without a moments hesitation. That's how you really react. The things you say and do are what you really are. No point in looking elsewhere thinking what you want and who you are. All you need to is let your heart tell you what to do, don't bother thinking hard. So just a little shoutout to my good friends.. I know you guys will be reading this, I know all the comments you guys made but, it's my decision to choose whom I wish to like or dislike. Your comments are just your point of view of her which I do appreciate but after what I've been through body and beauty is just on the outside it's just a mask to cover their true attitude, character and heart. What I want is character and heart.. And I think I've found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like I wanna leave this place for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Under the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll live down there without a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And never hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; These hissing voices all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause living makes me feel ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I must believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's more above us and below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I must believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stranded with this bitch called hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It keeps me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When all I wanna do is go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It keeps me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When all I wanna do is disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-8447234580342557304?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/8447234580342557304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=8447234580342557304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8447234580342557304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/8447234580342557304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-dont-feel-like-writing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-4304336512116247587</id><published>2008-11-25T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:25:04.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm in the school library, studying for my DFUND2 quiz later. Damn it! Term tests around the corner. Gotta study. Argh! So yeah, It's a tuesday so I'm left alone again as everyone else has started school. Leon is at home sleeping. Lazy bum he. haha. So yeah, wanna wish happy birthday to mahir, chron and karthik!! Nothing much to write or reflect on. Everything seems stale and silent as usual. Chao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make sure you wake me when you get back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still be lying here in bed&lt;br /&gt;All of your followers&lt;br /&gt;They still feel what you feel&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a shame it ain’t real&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to give&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to take&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to stand up&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to break&lt;br /&gt;And all of these people are waiting for someone to show them the way&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of soul&lt;br /&gt;I’m out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I’m out of heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of  luck&lt;br /&gt;I’m down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;If it matters to you I guess it matters to me&lt;br /&gt;Effortless compliments wrapped up in useless advice&lt;br /&gt;A battle of wit with an army&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful memories pillaged by termites of time&lt;br /&gt;Denying it all to a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to give&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to take&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to stand up&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you to break&lt;br /&gt;And all of these people are waiting for someone to show them the way&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of soul&lt;br /&gt;I’m out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I’m out of heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of luck&lt;br /&gt;I’m down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;If it matters to you I guess it matters to me&lt;br /&gt;Are you worth your weight in gold?&lt;br /&gt;I’m out of heart and out of soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-4304336512116247587?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/4304336512116247587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=4304336512116247587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4304336512116247587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/4304336512116247587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-school-library-studying-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-5591871482420643283</id><published>2008-11-23T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:15:50.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just wanna let you know that the closer you come, the more afraid I get. The past hits me back on the face. You remind me of the humble humiliation I went through and even the good times that we've made look sour and fake. I believe you've moved on are content with the life you lead now. So please do something else cause it kills to be like this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You can have whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess I was at your dispense.&lt;br /&gt;So love, you've made things bad,&lt;br /&gt;So just be glad,&lt;br /&gt; Don't make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-5591871482420643283?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/5591871482420643283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=5591871482420643283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5591871482420643283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/5591871482420643283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-wanna-let-you-know-that-closer-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6801061373735519018</id><published>2008-11-22T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:21:11.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, so today was supposed to be a hike at mount faber with leon and hazwan followed by a jogging session around bedok reservoir but, everything changed. Ended walking around vivo city the whole day did some window shopping then took 65 back home. wow! The bus ride was for over an hour plus. Went to have dinner after that near my place and went back home. Nothing much happened but, I feel I've got something to do nowadays. Singapore's small but there's so many places left unexplored and uncovered. So that's all I got. I'm gonna watch "american history x" now. Nights to those souls who still read my blog. Hearts you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Let's go down now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; into the darkness  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;of your thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hurry up now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; We're waiting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;us to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I fall to pieces now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;  A broken mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; The silence in black and white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Falling forward as she walks toward the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I know I'm outside of your window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I sleep with one eye open,&lt;br /&gt;So I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;see you breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I follow your chest home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Until I can see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Until I can hear you breathe in exhale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; The silence in black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; You play the song I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; You are the song I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6801061373735519018?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6801061373735519018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6801061373735519018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6801061373735519018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6801061373735519018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright-so-today-was-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-3998958430246263565</id><published>2008-11-20T01:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:41:39.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey! So didn't post for the past few days. Got nothing much to write but, today I had quite alot of fun. I gotta be an idiot for a night and it made me feel like I was back in secondary school. Tried to get into TP-RAWKS concert which TP students cannot enter. Fucked up ain't it? Heard there were nice bands performing that night. Damn it! So yeah, alot of cool shit happened.&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;- Running around the convention centre to look at possible routes.&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to evade the guards.&lt;br /&gt;- Irritating the TP-RAWKS campers by using the caddy's headlights.&lt;br /&gt;- Giving out free bottles that was meant for the campers but, we gave it out to other random people and took some for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;- Doing commando crawls.&lt;br /&gt;- Shouting how lame the school is for uninviting their own school students to their own school event.&lt;br /&gt;- Making a fool out of those TPSU people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that covers up today's escapades. Had lots of fun. Hope to look for more things to do. Gotta be more brave and behave like punks for once in awhile. Boys will be boys man! Can't stop us. Alright. Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yesterday is a promise that you've broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; This is your life and today is all you've got now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Today is all you'll ever have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; This is your life,&lt;br /&gt;Is it everything you dreamed that it would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yesterday is a kid in the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday is dead and over.&lt;br /&gt;Get back here,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's now or never.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-3998958430246263565?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/3998958430246263565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=3998958430246263565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3998958430246263565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/3998958430246263565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-so-didnt-post-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6832757760013574138</id><published>2008-11-17T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:29:13.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back. In school canteen alone waiting for my friends. I'm having break now till 3. Zul and bedah were with me but they left to go get something. So I'm stuck here waiting for leon to come. Been an alright weekend. Went for that inter-UG camp thingy at east view. At least got free shirts but it wasn't a camp I expected but at least I got a free shirt to walk away with. For the first time in my NPCC life I taught cadets songs and cheers and it was weird yet fun at the same time. Should do it more often I guess. I didn't head to home to rest after camp. Went home, made a fast change to Ili's place for her sister's wedding. Didn't wanna be late to attend one's wedding. It's not nice. So meet suhendi, firdaus and nazrin there. Shikin last minute lazy wanna come. So the 4 of us had our meals. Spoke with ili then we headed off. After the wedding, I went to meet sunil to follow his band go jam. Happens to be nat was missing in action so the guys asked me to be vocals for a day. Damn! I can't sing. My voice was fucking low compared to nat's but at least I tried my best. The only song I could do was "time is running out" by muse. So after jamming. Went for a game of CS. Slacked till 12+ then headed back home. So the thoughts that ran through my mind this weekend wasn't much cause I didn't have much alone time and was mostly preoccupied with camp. So that's about it. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This couldn't be more unexpected&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell that I've been moving in so slow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it throw you off too far&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be running right behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Could this be out of line&lt;br /&gt;To say you're the only one breaking me down like this?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I would take a shot on&lt;br /&gt;Keep me hanging on so contagiously.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around you I'm predictable&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe in loving you with first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy but I'm hoping to..&lt;br /&gt;To take a hold of you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're everything I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I'm aching.&lt;br /&gt;On account of my transgression..&lt;br /&gt;Will you welcome this confession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6832757760013574138?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6832757760013574138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6832757760013574138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6832757760013574138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6832757760013574138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-7695500021966238893</id><published>2008-11-14T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:46:04.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm really angry today. Damn angry. First it was my dad, early in the morning. Lucky I left home early or I think it would have been at.. Man.. Seriously I don't know what to say cause I was about to boil over when me mom asked me leave. The words he used could bring a son to the lowest possible extent it could take. All for a small misunderstanding. I honestly cannot believe the man he has become now. From the father I respected so much, I'm not sure what he's turning out into nowadays. I can understand that his business is not doing well to global recession and economic slowdown but, why must he show his anger in a way that disgraces and also brings down one's morale? It's even hard to sit down and talk him properly nowadays. School was even another pain in the ass. My SSMAT teacher marked me and sakir absent for class but, we entered class 14 minutes after time. She said it was 20 minutes after time. Is it wrong if my watch's time is not synchronised with hers? Damn it! After lesson ended, I went over and I spoke to her in a nice manner and she fires back at me like as if I'm so wrong. Really pissed off today. That's all I gotta say for today. Won't be posting during the weekend as I'll be down for camp at East View.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lay your head down just for now&lt;br /&gt;Space fills your mind and you dream awhile&lt;br /&gt;The sun floods your room as you drown&lt;br /&gt; Your lungs full of breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Move let the stars suck you in&lt;br /&gt;Hold tight the night's air and breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Let go and be burnt by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Your hands full of feeling your true love&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-7695500021966238893?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/7695500021966238893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=7695500021966238893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7695500021966238893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/7695500021966238893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-really-angry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653513970419747916.post-6835439078568628160</id><published>2008-11-11T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:51:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in a good mood now. Mainly because things are going smoothly with school. A little upset that I had to disband my PSEI Adventure Challenge team due to some reasons. A little jealous leon bought his ben sherman bag before me but, I'll go get mine soon. Had MEGAMAC for lunch! haha. Kinda costly and I don't think it's worth the price. That's it for today. Take care, don't take politics as a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;After a night beside you,&lt;br /&gt;A night alone is cold and barren as before,&lt;br /&gt;A constant aching,&lt;br /&gt;Persistent raining,&lt;br /&gt;Incessant longing all through the day.&lt;br /&gt;In the soft half light of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the closeness of every breath.&lt;br /&gt;See the body outlined,&lt;br /&gt;Your form, your silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen you since this morning,&lt;br /&gt;Still everywhere you remain,&lt;br /&gt;A constant aching in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;All through the rainsoaked day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;So Give Me Something To Believe
Cause I'm Living Just To Breathe&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653513970419747916-6835439078568628160?l=vintage-babylon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/feeds/6835439078568628160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4653513970419747916&amp;postID=6835439078568628160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6835439078568628160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653513970419747916/posts/default/6835439078568628160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-babylon.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-good-mood-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AZAMAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053158051521310474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPpezn38knw/SKge61ZrK7I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ltf3B1n2gKo/S220/After+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
