<?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-3604985225912321645</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:49:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naivete Breakaway</title><subtitle type='html'>Clean, Simple (by my standards), Black and Sophisticated, well, at least somewhat for the last part. This is just another blog, these are my memories, This is the Naivete Breakaway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5908403958475306132</id><published>2011-03-17T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:27:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it comes to pass most things are just dead and gone and the summer morrows will never cease to fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5908403958475306132?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5908403958475306132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5908403958475306132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-it-comes-to-pass-most-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4553097108051999189</id><published>2011-03-10T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:27:41.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMA</title><content type='html'>Gahh I can't really be bothered to post because i don't like my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at it! It's kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, neither can I be bothered to reskin it!!!&lt;br /&gt;But if I do decide to dedicate some of my time to blogging, it'd probably be on a different platform.&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe wordpress. Or tumblr!&lt;br /&gt;Or myspace :/&lt;br /&gt;Or facebook :0&lt;br /&gt;Or just ask me directly what you wanna know about my life/day/interests instead of stalking me like a stalker! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4553097108051999189?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4553097108051999189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4553097108051999189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/momma.html' title='MOMMA'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-3215320040420854398</id><published>2011-02-28T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:45:58.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down, dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3215320040420854398?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3215320040420854398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3215320040420854398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6988746906298233499</id><published>2011-02-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:01:17.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The key that no longer fits</title><content type='html'>The aftermath hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6988746906298233499?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6988746906298233499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6988746906298233499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/02/key-that-no-longer-fits.html' title='The key that no longer fits'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1228819936075666555</id><published>2011-02-13T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:50:04.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know sorry's not enough...</title><content type='html'>Today, I was going places.&lt;br /&gt;But along the rows of shops at Tanjong Pagar MRT station, I noticed a note with a bible verse on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFKQsRJQie0/TVbBMgBrIiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/DTtMT7INTHs/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFKQsRJQie0/TVbBMgBrIiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/DTtMT7INTHs/s200/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it doesn't really seem like any version of the bible that I've seen before.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the person&amp;nbsp;memorized&amp;nbsp;the phrase wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though it looks like it was randomly placed there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1jPU_mMYuo/TVa9modSFhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q2ystlT8-vw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1jPU_mMYuo/TVa9modSFhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q2ystlT8-vw/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I somehow felt it was genuinely meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't really make out the words, here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;(The words in brackets are the missing parts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not jealous or boastful, or proud or rude.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not demand its way.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged.&lt;br /&gt;[It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.]&lt;br /&gt;Love never gives up,&lt;br /&gt;[never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that special someone, I'm sorry that I hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person, especially given what I said.&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy. And despite what's going to happen, you're still my only one.&lt;br /&gt;Smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1228819936075666555?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1228819936075666555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1228819936075666555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry-might-not-be-enough.html' title='I know sorry&apos;s not enough...'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFKQsRJQie0/TVbBMgBrIiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/DTtMT7INTHs/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2263174494244679632</id><published>2011-01-15T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:25:49.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, i find that nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;I have a LOT less to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks retarded if i posted like, two paragraphs in a super big webpage :0&lt;br /&gt;So here's a way smaller blogskin I took off BlogSkins.com and edited with the help of Everlyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite simple, really.&lt;br /&gt;But what I like most about this skin would be the button at the top right hand corner of the page&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't just stare at it! Click it!!!&lt;br /&gt;"OOOHHHH" right? Boohyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2263174494244679632?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2263174494244679632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2263174494244679632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-238451850184469422</id><published>2011-01-15T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:36:38.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100px;"&gt;NEW SKIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-238451850184469422?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/238451850184469422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/238451850184469422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-skin.html' title='New Skin!'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4772198784037866758</id><published>2010-07-18T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:03:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year, six months</title><content type='html'>Apparently, it's quite easy to post on the blogger.com site using my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the formatting though.&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome, went out to study with ticko,&lt;br /&gt;Watched the band perform at IMM,(good job!)&lt;br /&gt;Ate some ice-cream at swensons with Licheng, Yufei and KX,&lt;br /&gt;Ate giant burgers after attempting to watch a movie,&lt;br /&gt;And ended the day with random impromptu activities with Yufei, Kangxun, Nadd, Syaf and Yiwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to have so much fun but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;it's sad cause sooner or later, you're not gonna be able to see these people,&lt;br /&gt;Or have as much fun again when we all go our separate ways, lest the occasional pass-by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4772198784037866758?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4772198784037866758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4772198784037866758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/apparently-its-quite-easy-to-post-on.html' title='One year, six months'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-9141704904338730104</id><published>2010-07-16T22:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:24:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't choose this role, but I'll make it sincere. woof?</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, this post is totally random and&amp;nbsp;constitutes&amp;nbsp;eating a double cheemburger or it's&amp;nbsp;equivalent.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to put it in terms of the "Three Musketeers and the douchebag",&lt;br /&gt;It's MindBlasting!&lt;br /&gt;But it also contains content that has been repeated in previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919;"&gt;To love you, I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've developed a fetish for paradoxes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if at this point you're wondering what a paradox is,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me say that you &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; know what a paradox is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919;"&gt;To love you, I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ill-informed, a paradox is a true statement,&lt;br /&gt;Or any group of statements that contradicts itself.&lt;br /&gt;Still don't get it? Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;"The following sentence is true. The former sentence is false."&lt;br /&gt;And you'll probably be like, ohhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919;"&gt;To love you, I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;is the "Liar" paradox.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liar_paradox"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;If a person said that he always lied, is he lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his statement were to be true, then "always lying" would be the truth,&lt;br /&gt;But if he was telling the truth about "always lying", then he must be lying about "always lying".&lt;br /&gt;But if he was lying about "always lying", then he must be&amp;nbsp;telling&amp;nbsp;the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And it brings us back to square one where we go in circles again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919;"&gt;To love you, I can't. It's a paradox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, other than serving to show off and/or helping your brain limber up before an exam, it's kinda useless as far as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Today, Day 2,&amp;nbsp;Day 63, 16/07/10&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day since my class started playing the new game they adapted from a game show that airs on channel U at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;It's in hokkien, it's retarded, it's pervertic,&lt;br /&gt;But even so, it's one of those things that you're gonna remember and love your class for,&lt;br /&gt;Even after you've walked so many miles down life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not have the best of class spirits,&lt;br /&gt;Or even the diligence of other classes,&lt;br /&gt;But we have great staying power.&lt;br /&gt;And to me, that's the heart of 4C,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cixQeoHZ6I4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Falling into memories of you and things we used to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything now's meant to be kept forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cixQeoHZ6I4&amp;amp&amp;autoplay=1;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cixQeoHZ6I4&amp;amp&amp;autoplay=1;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-9141704904338730104?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/9141704904338730104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/9141704904338730104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/didnt-choose-this-role-but-ill-make-it.html' title='Didn&apos;t choose this role, but I&apos;ll make it sincere. woof?'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8478873586695225151</id><published>2010-07-14T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:21:19.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please? I asked nicely</title><content type='html'>Where is your composure, and where is your posture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little faith in a monster town wouldn't hurt anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the critics said that'll never happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year's wishes are these year's apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new face of failure perhaps, but not any better off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might have started singing a little soon, ending up throwing stones at a glass moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to have the best coach, telling the best jokes, needing to make it hard to look so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seasons change but people don't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe you should have considered looking at this with a new perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try using a little poise and rationality instead of sticking to your peach and lime&amp;nbsp;daiquiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dollar's a penny to you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So give me envy,&amp;nbsp;malice, maybe even your attention but not a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change everything you are, standing on the rooftops, everybody sing your heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy lyrics, nice by themselves, but when you put them together, it simply sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you copy lyrics, you ruin songs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say no to piracy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8478873586695225151?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8478873586695225151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8478873586695225151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-is-your-composure-and-where-is.html' title='Please? I asked nicely'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8513634587195241203</id><published>2010-07-13T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:14:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALAYH</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;desperately trying to change my ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8513634587195241203?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8513634587195241203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8513634587195241203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/alayh.html' title='ALAYH'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7891268904849239434</id><published>2010-07-12T22:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:23:11.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semper Fi</title><content type='html'>I take it back, giving up is totally different from letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering why the lead singer pronounces some words really weirdly,&lt;br /&gt;It's because Vanilla Sky is an Italian band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="175" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAie_ZHG4Ro&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAie_ZHG4Ro&amp;amp&amp;autoplay=1;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Thousand Miles - Vanilla Sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Originally by Vanessa Carlton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making my way&lt;br /&gt;Into the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always times like these&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you ever&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Living in your&lt;br /&gt;Precious memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let this go&lt;br /&gt;No I don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7891268904849239434?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7891268904849239434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7891268904849239434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/semper-fi.html' title='Semper Fi'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7110250190490822696</id><published>2010-07-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:30:19.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to go but goin nowhere fast, Saturday, in the wake of</title><content type='html'>Well, for once&amp;nbsp;blogger's not screwing up on me when I'm trying to post.&lt;br /&gt;Today, like everyone else in 4C/D/E,&amp;nbsp;we had&amp;nbsp;to attend a&amp;nbsp;"motivational" workshop.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;fun, though I wouldn't call it "motivational", &lt;br /&gt;If you allowed me to use a phrase, &lt;br /&gt;I'd say it'd be more like "Things to do to get what you want".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the whole thing aside, &lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to see the class all happy and united for once, &lt;br /&gt;Doing crazy stuff without much of a point.&lt;br /&gt;And 'cause we were so awesome, &lt;br /&gt;We managed to get an equally awesome number, &lt;br /&gt;For our total score which put us 2nd to nothing - "999"&lt;br /&gt;Someone called the Police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'd like to&amp;nbsp;grandly thank&amp;nbsp;my brother, I repeat - &lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Brother &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://yourheartissocloseyetsofar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Phua Jia Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aka. Chor Lor Sai)&lt;br /&gt;For being oh so caring&amp;nbsp;so as&amp;nbsp;to give me an oh so "Completed" card to cheer me up&lt;em&gt; when I'm feeling happy&lt;/em&gt;. Oh and &lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; he was even considerate enough to even demand that I pay $5 for it. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&amp;nbsp;I know, my bro rocks. &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I'm not gay&lt;/strong&gt; even though I'm his Sis. &lt;br /&gt;Wonder how that happened 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, here's that wonderul *cough* piece of art for everyone to "marvel" at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDiYptC6VjI/AAAAAAAAATU/mNQLbUPx-80/s1600/Scans+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDiYptC6VjI/AAAAAAAAATU/mNQLbUPx-80/s200/Scans+001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sacarsm Overload much?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh and bro, if you're reading this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;here's your five bucks --&amp;gt; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;[ ($5) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Copy it into notepad, load it into your phone, and present it at any participating stores to get a $5 rebate. Paticipating stores: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(best viewed in chrome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7110250190490822696?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7110250190490822696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7110250190490822696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-to-go-but-goin-nowhere-fast.html' title='Good to go but goin nowhere fast, Saturday, in the wake of'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDiYptC6VjI/AAAAAAAAATU/mNQLbUPx-80/s72-c/Scans+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-3118059670524612770</id><published>2010-06-07T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:25:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies and hurricanes</title><content type='html'>The Great Singapore Sale's finally here!&lt;br /&gt;And us Secondary 4s are busy every weekday from morn till noon,&lt;br /&gt;Toiling away in preparation of the coming GCE "O" Levels.&lt;br /&gt;BooHoo.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it's only a few more months of hard work till our "Investments" pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course we won't be mugging all the while,&lt;br /&gt;Nope, that'll require a feat of superhuman-ness,&lt;br /&gt;We all need some time to recharge our batteries and do our shopping!&lt;br /&gt;[Henceforth, the above totally contradicts itself, just ignore it and smile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the first inclusion of my GSS wishlist on my blog which has totally no link to whatever i just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skullcandy 50/50 earphones (black/chrome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want this &lt;a href="http://www.skullcandy.com/shop/50-50-black-chrome.html"&gt;pair of earphones&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;D:&lt;br /&gt;But they're not in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;But if they were, I'd totally get them,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It has iPhone-supported volume controls and a microphone on it which,&lt;br /&gt;Makes it a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; easier to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogpost is&lt;b&gt; so&lt;/b&gt; epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;But I really felt like posting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Never has something been so dangerously safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And these&amp;nbsp;oxymora we have till date,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every meaning and second that comes to pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Will startle and aonish those who wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3118059670524612770?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3118059670524612770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3118059670524612770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/06/butterflies-and-hurricanes.html' title='butterflies and hurricanes'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-3026527748885730704</id><published>2010-05-10T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:30:04.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decadence effect.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes during the day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll go from really high to really low.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm doing something and I get so caught up with it,&lt;br /&gt;That I don't see the negativity of the stupid things I'm doing or the&amp;nbsp;behavior that's being displayed&lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly remember my own standards,&lt;br /&gt;What I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Who I want to be, Where do I want to go from here?&lt;br /&gt;And then I compare these standards to what I did and the inside of me just writhes with&amp;nbsp;disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not really describing this well but I'm not good with words.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it's actually called.&lt;br /&gt;To me, I only know this as a feeling of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;decadence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A Decadence effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/decadence"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Defined in the free online dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decadence is the &lt;i&gt;decay,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Degeneration,&amp;nbsp;deterioration of morality or culture,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And/Or the state reached through such a process&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much what happens when I fail to meet my expectations of myself,&lt;br /&gt;When I start to question, why am I acting like this, just what am I living for,&lt;br /&gt;What is my purpose?&lt;br /&gt;And I always wish I can be more self-conscious,&lt;br /&gt;More self-aware to avoid doing all these stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm talking about stupid things,&lt;br /&gt;I'm of course, talking about the random outbursts of&amp;nbsp;idiocy&amp;nbsp;from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary 1 &amp;amp; 2,&lt;br /&gt;I had this feeling a lot more, probably due to the sheer general immaturity of the class.&lt;br /&gt;(Duh, we were all like, 13-14? No offence if you're reading this 1/2C-ians)&lt;br /&gt;It got a lot better in Secondary 3,&lt;br /&gt;After someone woke up what was apparently, only half my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I feel like that horrible feeling tends to show up more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3026527748885730704?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3026527748885730704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3026527748885730704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/decadence-effect.html' title='The Decadence effect.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4578255143103118058</id><published>2010-05-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:29:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only that question were meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4578255143103118058?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4578255143103118058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4578255143103118058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-only-that-question-were-meant-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8754730114795382930</id><published>2010-05-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:51:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8754730114795382930?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8754730114795382930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8754730114795382930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8030463227471206418</id><published>2010-05-02T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:02:00.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Takedown, The world, and my guitar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If you're reading this, don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see you now,&lt;br /&gt;I feel really down,&lt;br /&gt;Because we went from "It's cool how we can start a conversation like that."&lt;br /&gt;to "I just have nothing to say to you."&lt;br /&gt;From a friendship of a measly five out of ten,&lt;br /&gt;To a negligible zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so strongly for someone before,&lt;br /&gt;And I've never&amp;nbsp;striven&amp;nbsp;so hard for someone's affection.&lt;br /&gt;I have never confessed my feelings to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;And I've never felt so taken down over a single someone.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my feelings are immature and ungrounded,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I feel so easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After Feburary Fourteenth,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I think you tried to keep things as normal as possible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But this boy here didn't do much to help with maintaining the status quo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And so things&amp;nbsp;inevitably&amp;nbsp;fell apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I suppose the reason why you're refusing to talk to me is to get me to do the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1) Get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2) Focus on my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3) Stop spending time and resources on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4) Stop getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'd really rather you didn't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Especially since it kinda defeats it's own purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You've only made me think more about it if anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'd much rather go back one step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But of course, the best,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To me, is to go back to square four,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When everyone was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I used to want you as more than a friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But right now, all I want is normalcy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For whatever that's making everything so&amp;nbsp;awkward be gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That it'll be okay to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;typer&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;hyper&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;messages again.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that's making everything awkward,&lt;br /&gt;Is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8030463227471206418?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8030463227471206418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8030463227471206418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/05/takedown-world-and-my-guitar.html' title='The Takedown, The world, and my guitar.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2775311205368351439</id><published>2010-04-11T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:59:46.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was the Singapore Youth Festival 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2775311205368351439?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2775311205368351439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2775311205368351439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-was-singapore-youth-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5406598762702039601</id><published>2010-03-31T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:14:22.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for being so fickle.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I want to let go, yet other times I can't.&lt;br /&gt;There's just no one like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5406598762702039601?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5406598762702039601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5406598762702039601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-for-being-so-fickle.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6272976481418159253</id><published>2010-03-29T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:20:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kill.</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I'm much better now.&lt;br /&gt;All of you really cheered me up in each of your small ways.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank you all for that,&lt;br /&gt;I would list out all of your names here,&lt;br /&gt;In bold and in 34pixel font sizes but I wouldn't want to miss out anyone.&lt;br /&gt;So by not personally thanking everyone,&lt;br /&gt;It's much fairer, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;(And easier for me! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of this post is,&lt;br /&gt;To prevent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Clement Tan&lt;/span&gt; from Re-reading and re-reading and re-reading (Again),&lt;br /&gt;The previous &lt;i&gt;emo-almost F-A-I-L but- not fail- f-ed up- imba post,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so that he can point a finger in my face and say "haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs a life and something better to do, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;days to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt; SYF, 10/4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;My shoes are in a state of perpetual&amp;nbsp;discoloration&amp;nbsp;due to the mud no matter how much I kiwi them,&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, kiwi, my canvas shoe.)&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even more than before!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be removing the first (4) stitches I've ever had in my life,&lt;br /&gt;From my thumb this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I can officially go back to strenuous exercises, as per normal,&lt;br /&gt;As of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And I've spent about $20 on someone's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about everything I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6272976481418159253?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6272976481418159253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6272976481418159253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/kill.html' title='The kill.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6232278214198348017</id><published>2010-03-26T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:50:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life with...</title><content type='html'>These are my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Random and unorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw this all as a story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;heroes and crooks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where one saves you while another steals you away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where all &lt;b&gt;sure things fall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I finally broke down towards the end of the motivational workshop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I've held back in these &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;years finally finding their way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness Roy and Clement were good enough,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To bring me to the washroom to cry my heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much agony I've been keeping in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to crack earlier this week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, rather, earlier this year when you were more attached to another "him".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the final straws were seeing you cling so much to him the last few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And particularly today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the same hero who had once talked to me about my feelings towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel, obviously, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hurt, abandoned and betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am &lt;b&gt;I supposed to react anyway?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't let you go, I've tried for the almost entirety of last year,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Including trying to ignore you and telling myself that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I prefer someone else but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I gave up on that and decided to simply tell my feelings towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I think you really cared anyway, not from what I feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always felt extremely jealous whenever you ran off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To talk to someone other guy way far off when I'm just here waiting for a conversation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even a simple "Hi!" would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know that's being selfish, but you know how that feels right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, it's lonely, it's emptying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always told myself I should be happy if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what you once texted me, I can almost remember by heart now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... But what I'm trying to say is,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;, you'd want her to be happy right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, let the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; live in peace, stop irritating her and her friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't reply to this message."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have no idea which friend of yours I irritated back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&amp;nbsp;situation&amp;nbsp;seemed rather similar to today's too,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; haven't said anything to me, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know if you care that I cried or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're just too preoccupied with all your work right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a bit better when I saw your &lt;b&gt;social updates&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maybe, just maybe, you cared.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after thinking again, &lt;i&gt;I doubt they're about me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night, I ask myself the same question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why always someone else but not me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I understand that I completely sucked two years ago,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after that I tried my best to change, to be the best I can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied my ass off despite being habitually lazy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To try and impress you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you feel down, I try to cheer you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've never helped you when you were lonely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was afraid you wouldn't want me to be the one to accompany you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I'm right anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I tried to do that all comes to&amp;nbsp;naught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just the man on the balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one will ever remember me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my&amp;nbsp;frustration over this issue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smashed a glass vase which lacerated my thumb which is why it's like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given how cold I feel now, the thought of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;that warmth dripping from my hand seems comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enveloping, engulfing, thermally energetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course I'd never act on such thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm childish with all these kinds of things that regard the heart.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this hole right here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only knew how to fill it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roy says I should find other things to fill it up with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the hole itself seems to cry out for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I should want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crying and being comforted by Roy,&lt;br /&gt;I feel better, but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is still what it is.&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime while I decide on my reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be side one, with side five on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Side one was never &lt;i&gt;happiness&lt;/i&gt;, unlike what I told everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Side one is my &lt;b&gt;hopelessness towards you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this, please talk to me about this.&lt;br /&gt;I need somewhere to go from here, and I want to know my hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6232278214198348017?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6232278214198348017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6232278214198348017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-with.html' title='My life with...'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2065466825910501082</id><published>2010-03-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:59:16.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December, remember</title><content type='html'>So what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting you to tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2065466825910501082?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2065466825910501082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2065466825910501082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/december-remember.html' title='December, remember'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5324439821832821284</id><published>2010-03-14T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:47:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bump, again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5324439821832821284?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5324439821832821284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5324439821832821284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/bump-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1612686318805183798</id><published>2010-03-12T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:59:11.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Times at Barrington high</title><content type='html'>Finally I've submitted all of the files,&lt;br /&gt;I owe my teachers except for my physics file.&lt;br /&gt;I'd have handed it in if not for the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish and mark several worksheets,&lt;br /&gt;Which I didn't bring to school,&lt;br /&gt;On the days that Mr Prakash went through the questions in class.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my "Assumptions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, Ah Mui, Zi Yu and I had to go and help out with the,&lt;br /&gt;"Meet the parents" sessions, whatever it's called,&lt;br /&gt;As Ushers, directing the parents accompanied by their children to the correct teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardly&amp;nbsp;passing them bottles of West Spring Mineral Water,&lt;br /&gt;Which would be&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;by the parents who would probably be pulling a long face.&lt;br /&gt;It's really disturbing how they openly display their displeasure with their children with having to meet their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the idea of being in school at night is really appealing to me,&lt;br /&gt;It's such a novelty.&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30, the sky was completely dark and the lit classrooms looked like lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;A really great way to see the school in a different light, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the different perspective that we get of the school grounds,&lt;br /&gt;It's also a great chance to do crazy and stupid things while enjoying the cool night air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About a Girl&lt;/b&gt; - The Academy is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song about a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe when I'm around her.&lt;br /&gt;I wait here everyday,&lt;br /&gt;In case she'll scratch the surface.&lt;br /&gt;She'll never notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love,&lt;br /&gt;This is not my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words,&lt;br /&gt;About a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I knew what to say,&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't there to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;These lines, so well rehearsed,&lt;br /&gt;Tongue-tied and overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;You never notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love.&lt;br /&gt;This is not my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words,&lt;br /&gt;About a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love,&lt;br /&gt;This is not your song,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words,&lt;br /&gt;About a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved, to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;To be loved, to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be loved, to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;To be loved, to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love.&lt;br /&gt;This is not my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love,&lt;br /&gt;This is not my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words,&lt;br /&gt;About a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, (To be loved, to be loved, what more could you ask for?)&lt;br /&gt;This is not your song, (To be loved, to be loved, everyone)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words, (wants to be loved, to be loved)&lt;br /&gt;About a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxvgibizgE8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the overprotection of copyright laws, this video is not awesome-er.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There's a reason why I like this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's the first song where I played the drums for a performance/skit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And it's also how I'd like to feel but can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1612686318805183798?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1612686318805183798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1612686318805183798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/fast-times-at-barrington-high.html' title='Fast Times at Barrington high'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5174527485103105622</id><published>2010-03-06T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:49:33.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I wasn't me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5174527485103105622?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5174527485103105622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But once it passes, you change your perspective and wish it wasn't over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how the pitch of a car's engine changes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the car gets closer to you and passes by you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't it just suck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often we never see the goodness in something until it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often, we'll never be able to appreciate that goodness again while it's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when you think you'll never let something like that happen again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole cycle repeats, your chance falling out of your reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of things that, when I look back,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret not enjoying it to the fullest while I was in the midst of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had band,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the same old story,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a finite number of days till our competition,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single one of these days precious and needing to be properly used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, every 24 hours passes so easily just like water running down a stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every 24 hours/ 1,440 minutes/ 86,400 seconds, like what Mr Anthony said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a day closer to the day where we can say "there is no tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not literally that the sun won't rise on the next day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But rather, there won't be another chance in our lifetimes,&lt;br /&gt;To go through this experience we're having now,&lt;br /&gt;Whether&amp;nbsp;it be good, or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6374537379949697471?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6374537379949697471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6374537379949697471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-where-i-can-say-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='The day where I can say, &quot;there&apos;s no tomorrow&quot;.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1910621496159260650</id><published>2010-02-21T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:43:44.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1910621496159260650?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1910621496159260650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1910621496159260650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/bump.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2508043686663499056</id><published>2010-02-21T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:44:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth hurts worse than anything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm trying to study harder,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;For my Common Test, for my "O" levels.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;But I can't study harder, I can't concentrate.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I can't concentrate, I've lost my motivation to do well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I've lost my motivation to do well, and my motivation to do well was you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I lost my motivation to do well for you when I lost you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I lost you when I finally accepted that you don't like me the way I do.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2508043686663499056?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2508043686663499056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2508043686663499056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-hurts-worse-than-anything.html' title='The truth hurts worse than anything.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7368801053993182716</id><published>2010-02-17T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:47:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet somehow I always feel so lonely.</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, on the 15th of&amp;nbsp;February 7:50 pm during our reunion dinner,&lt;br /&gt;My paternal Great Grandfather was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my emotions are like "Rojak".&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I shouldn't be sad for him, he died the way he wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;With his dignity, at home instead of in a hospital and in the company of the people he loves.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I regret.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not knowing him better,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I couldn't possibly do so because of language barriers.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not doing more,&lt;br /&gt;Not making cards for his birthday, not giving him any presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides the feelings toward those who have moved on to better things,&lt;br /&gt;There's also the feelings that make us uneasy about our fragile lives.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies by, now i'm 15,&lt;br /&gt;Turning 16 which is already about 1/8th of an average human lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;Just how fast am I going to age and die?&lt;br /&gt;There's also the question of what I'm going to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't have any plans,&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm the most scared of right now is playing the wrong cards&lt;br /&gt;and ending up stuck in a mindless job that I don't even like.&lt;br /&gt;To me, one of the worst things that can happen to a person&lt;br /&gt;is being unable to realise their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the funeral/cremation.&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is supposed to be a really short affair.&lt;br /&gt;My Great Grandfather didn't want to trouble anyone by having something longer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, I'd have been to a funeral twice.&lt;br /&gt;One for an unborn baby, the other for an elderly man.&lt;br /&gt;The Alpha and Omega. The beginning and the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7368801053993182716?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7368801053993182716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7368801053993182716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-yet-somehow-i-always-feel-so-lonely.html' title='And yet somehow I always feel so lonely.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6251139887015039246</id><published>2010-02-08T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:45:43.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need him and I'm nothing but an accident.</title><content type='html'>From Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The video depicts lead singer Patrick Stump alone at sea trying to find his way home.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout most of the video he is fishing, reading in his cabin,&lt;br /&gt;playing the piano and suffering from loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, he finds a seagull trapped in ropes on his ship.&lt;br /&gt;He frees and befriends the bird and so the two set sail together and Patrick is no longer lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the video,&lt;br /&gt;Patrick stops to fish again,&lt;br /&gt;but finds strange objects such as deer antlers (from Antler Boy in "Sugar, We're Going Down"),&lt;br /&gt;a black and white striped jacket (the jacket Patrick wore in "Dance, Dance"),&lt;br /&gt;and a bass drum (one of Andy Hurley's drums).&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he comes across a sign featuring the letters F, O, and B (the sign from "Thnks fr th Mmrs").&lt;br /&gt;He then looks up and spots a sinking ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately turns the boat around to rescue the survivors on the lifeboats&lt;br /&gt;(who include Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Spencer Smith, Brendon Urie, Tony Chaw and everyone else who has worked with Fall Out Boy over the past few years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all of the survivors are on the boat,&lt;br /&gt;Patrick looks back at the sinking ship and spots Pete Wentz who is sinking along with his vessel.&lt;br /&gt;Pete salutes a "Thank you!" to Patrick and goes down with the ship.&lt;br /&gt;Now with plenty of people and getting closer to shore,&lt;br /&gt;Patrick then sets free his Seagull friend and watches him fly off with his family into the coast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Flak said "I still want you back",&lt;br /&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a catch,&lt;br /&gt;What-a-catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Followed by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From now on, we are enemies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I just want to be better than your head's only medicine' &lt;br /&gt;A downward spiral just a pirouette &lt;br /&gt;Getting worse til there's nothing left &lt;br /&gt;What good comes of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': &lt;br /&gt;"Nobody will ever remember me," &lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, their faces are dancing &lt;br /&gt;They're dancing til,&lt;br /&gt;Til they can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A composer but never composed &lt;br /&gt;Singing the symphonies of the overdosed &lt;br /&gt;A composer but never composed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing,&amp;nbsp;"I only want what I can't have"&lt;br /&gt;'Heralded as a king before I had a birthday,&lt;br /&gt;With double digits.&lt;br /&gt;Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid' &lt;br /&gt;'I'm just the man on the balcony singing;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody will ever remember me,"&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, their faces are dancing,&lt;br /&gt;They're dancing til,&lt;br /&gt;Til they can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A composer but never composed,&lt;br /&gt;Singing the symphonies of the overdosed,&lt;br /&gt;A composer but never composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing; "I only want what I can't have"&lt;br /&gt;'I just want to be better than your head's only medicine' &lt;br /&gt;'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': &lt;br /&gt;"Nobody will ever remember me," &lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees &lt;br /&gt;Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, their faces are dancing,&lt;br /&gt;They're dancing til,&lt;br /&gt;Til they can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A composer but never composed &lt;br /&gt;Singing the symphonies of the overdosed &lt;br /&gt;A composer but never composed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing;&amp;nbsp;"I only want what I can't have"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6251139887015039246?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6251139887015039246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6251139887015039246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-need-him-and-im-nothing-but.html' title='You need him and I&apos;m nothing but an accident.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1151680272341087590</id><published>2010-02-06T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:25:07.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From now on we are enemies.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1151680272341087590?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1151680272341087590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1151680272341087590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-now-on-we-are-enemies.html' title='From now on we are enemies.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5403163096425568485</id><published>2010-02-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:12:20.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm jealous of anyone you talk to.</title><content type='html'>I really should get started on my Social Studies essay,&lt;div&gt;Instead of blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But either way, I don't think I'd make much progress with blogging undone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think I'd blog before continuing with my essay so that I don't get distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/derogatis/2010/02/fall_out_boy_rip.html"&gt;The topic.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's what I'm gonna talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like seriously,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really doubt they'd want to get together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, there goes another one of my favorite alternative bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first to go was Yellowcard,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took a break while their lead singer/guitarist started a side project called "Big if".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next up is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall Out Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following this recent announcement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one year hiatus will probably become an eternal one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part is that I've,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been to either Yellowcard's or Fall Out Boy's concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's especially bummer-ful since I was like;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nah, maybe next time, they'll be back." when FOB came to Singapore last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now back to Essay writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5403163096425568485?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5403163096425568485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5403163096425568485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-jealous-of-anyone-you-talk-to.html' title='I&apos;m jealous of anyone you talk to.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8286174857604708534</id><published>2010-02-02T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:06:58.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, back to my normal self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8286174857604708534?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8286174857604708534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8286174857604708534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-back-to-my-normal-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-9185228010413607021</id><published>2010-02-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:31:40.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To me, your ends are my means for my ends. And I'm sorry for it.</title><content type='html'>Even though I quite enjoy grouping,&lt;div&gt;I quite dislike it at the same time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contradicting &lt;/i&gt;eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, everytime we (the class),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has to&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;themselves for group work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like today's PE lesson where we practiced softball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel that I'm &lt;i&gt;out of place&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I &lt;b&gt;don't belong&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually join up with Haziq and Clement, maybe Justin or Nicholas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whoever else's near my table or where I'm standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I belong to any particular clique,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a 2nd degree mutual friend of everyone and anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really any much closer to anyone than any other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely sure that it's not the people in the class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though annoying at times,&amp;nbsp;they're still rather great people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more like I never really met any one group of people or person that I could really click with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who share the same interests,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same philosophy, the same school of thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same music, the same everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I'm in a group or something similar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end up "trying too hard".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever seen me&lt;i&gt; laughing oddly,&amp;nbsp;awkwardly, for a long period&amp;nbsp;or at a bad time?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that's me trying too hard to feel accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; like I'm &lt;b&gt;doing it on purpose.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I developed this bad habit when I was in primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People from BPPS like Charmaine Soh would probably know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's a&lt;b&gt; vicious cycle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling out of place -&amp;gt; Laughing oddly -&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling more out of place -&amp;gt; More laughing oddly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on &amp;amp; so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter where, when, why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church, School, Band, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Robotics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Z2H Season 4&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Z2H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt; Alumni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never really felt like I've belonged anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course this post will probably spontaneously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause some &lt;i&gt;Idiot&lt;/i&gt; who's reading to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Haha, you suck, no friends and no life. Super weird posts and behavior. &lt;b&gt;Nerd.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Or something like that,&amp;nbsp;I was never good at insulting people, including myself.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly, I don't care, at least that's what I'm trying to imply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I did I wouldn't have posted this in the first place. Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sad, but there's a reason for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for taking the time to read through my rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ignore this post if it has offended you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I take it back and retract whatever pissed you off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-9185228010413607021?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/9185228010413607021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/9185228010413607021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-me-your-ends-are-my-means-for-my.html' title='To me, your ends are my means for my ends. And I&apos;m sorry for it.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6132008581985896073</id><published>2010-01-31T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:14:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only until then.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that my "O" levels are this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; try to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again I just can't get to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far my "Studying" is only limited to doing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school homework and maybe tuition homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today I had my usual chemistry tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that I went to west mall to do my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I finished all of my homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Or at least all that I'm aware of...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as to going out just to do my work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds stupid right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But either way, I still do my work more&amp;nbsp;efficiently outside than at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like still having trouble grasping the reality that this year&amp;nbsp;I'm in secondary 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like seriously, everything seems to be flying by too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously want to hit a pause button and relax as much as I want,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before burying myself alive in life's worries&amp;nbsp;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as much as life's such a "Rojak" of shitty-ness and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always things that you can't help to notice and appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone has a new screen protector.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It's all matte and non-fingerprint-magnet-ish!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all that matters to my shallow materilistic self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least till I get my ass started on real studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, once again, I have&amp;nbsp;succeeded&amp;nbsp;in talking about only me, myself and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I'm "definitely" not full of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6132008581985896073?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6132008581985896073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6132008581985896073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-until-then.html' title='Only until then.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1571688386190816154</id><published>2010-01-24T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:22:48.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>Well, recently I haven't been posting because,&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1571688386190816154?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1571688386190816154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1571688386190816154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8356752481946752001</id><published>2010-01-19T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:29:34.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Like I was reading through the blogs of some of my friends and apparently,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone decided to post today.&lt;br /&gt;So here, a toast to conformity towards society,&lt;br /&gt;My post,&lt;br /&gt;By this here Evan Chong Tze Kai,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's half day was pretty nice I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we had &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=260429638725&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;chemistry practical.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it's not like, the most exciting thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least it's &lt;i&gt;better than staying in class and falling half-asleep&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;While your teacher drones on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what's worse?&lt;br /&gt;His extra drone since &lt;i&gt;said teacher repeats everything he says 3 times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit, he &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; know his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titration, of all the experiments that we could possible do at Secondary 4,&lt;br /&gt;Is probably &lt;i&gt;the most "lay-chay" to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably kill yourself over trying to get accurate readings and,&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things to take note of,&lt;br /&gt;If not you'll lose points for your SPA.&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds like Band SYF lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just for today, we did our experiments with a lab partner.&lt;br /&gt;I joined up with Ms "OMG! I poured exactly 10CM^3 of HCL in one go okay!"&lt;br /&gt;As the creative minds we were,&lt;br /&gt;We spiced up our experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where others drew plain, boring old "X"s.&lt;br /&gt;We set a new standard by&amp;nbsp;incorporating&amp;nbsp;a "XD" face into our experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it have a larger surface area of black to make for an easier visual,&lt;br /&gt;It serves for comedic purposes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite being the geniuses we are,&lt;br /&gt;The top 2 people for last year's end-of-years in our class,&lt;br /&gt;We ended up waiting like idiots for our last round of reactants to finish reacting.&lt;br /&gt;And so we waited... and waited...&lt;br /&gt;Until, "Eh, I think it's done, but it's too dilute to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bwang&lt;/b&gt; I tell you, we really ended up "XD"-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after school, we had band.&lt;br /&gt;(Duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will finish up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8356752481946752001?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8356752481946752001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8356752481946752001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6503620459964149663</id><published>2010-01-10T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:08:38.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad my standard of English isn't that bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Today&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday was really great,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it may have been a weekend where I,&lt;br /&gt;Might have spent my time somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;Having other kinds of fun instead of going for Band practice straight after my drum lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm an &lt;i&gt;enthuastic band member.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we managed to do quite a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;While not having &lt;i&gt;Quality&lt;/i&gt;, we had &lt;i&gt;Quantity&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really loving the song "When Eagles Soar",&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that us Percussionists will get to decide on our own drum-solo.&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it that the header for "When Eagles Soar" has a grammar mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Displaying "When Eagle Soar" instead,&lt;br /&gt;(I really want to cross it out and write the correct headings above it)&lt;br /&gt;Plus our lack of &lt;b&gt;good ideas&lt;/b&gt; (and maybe skills),&lt;br /&gt;To exploit this delicious opportunity to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show-Off &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;our drumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after band we had a really great time &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;going for dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;having dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had some sort of "Chinese/ Singlish/ Hokkien/ Science Lessons".&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a pig in real life go "Oink?"&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Crabs eat shit?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know a&amp;nbsp;synonym of "Chor Lor" is someone in my section?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good times like this that we'll remember when we grow up,&lt;br /&gt;Face the crap that's known as "Working Life"&lt;br /&gt;And finally become independent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6503620459964149663?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6503620459964149663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6503620459964149663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-glad-my-standard-of-english-isnt.html' title='I&apos;m glad my standard of English isn&apos;t that bad.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-185731344538805277</id><published>2010-01-08T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:57:33.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01010100 01101111 01100100 01100001 01111001, Today, Honjitsu, Simera, Sodien.</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness it's Friday,&lt;br /&gt;This week was really a hectic affair,&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I didn't finish up my English homework.&lt;br /&gt;The stuff pretty much kept piling up,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have like, 27 more newspaper articles,&lt;br /&gt;6 picture discussions and 1 comprehension to redo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and the day before was another day where the school was,&lt;br /&gt;So kind as to fetch the willing parties to two of all the Polytechnic Open houses.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didn't go for any of them.&lt;br /&gt;Was tied up with stuff of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;But even if I went,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it'd help in making a decision of where to go after "O" levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the choices keep branching out.&lt;br /&gt;Like Polytechnic or Junior&amp;nbsp;College,&lt;br /&gt;And after that I'd have to decide on which of the Polys/JCs to go to.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by what course/subject,&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;At the same time you'll have to think in terms of what to do &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; going into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really afraid of screwing up my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that dying without achieving a dream is something really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I really don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Don't where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say that you should set your mind on something and plan towards that.&lt;br /&gt;But without my destination,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a wandering plane with nowhere to land.&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't land,&lt;br /&gt;I'll run out of fuel, crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm the only person with this problem,&lt;br /&gt;But eitherway it still feels better to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, people around me know very clearly what they're gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting left behind in their dust,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts whenever I feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, SP has it's own Jamming Studio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit in response to "Passerby"&lt;br /&gt;And Ngee Ann has it's own Jamming Studio too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-185731344538805277?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/185731344538805277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/185731344538805277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-honjitsu-simera-sodien-01010100.html' title='01010100 01101111 01100100 01100001 01111001, Today, Honjitsu, Simera, Sodien.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6213037268037844677</id><published>2010-01-08T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:18:30.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z, Alpha to Omega</title><content type='html'>Not here, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6213037268037844677?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6213037268037844677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6213037268037844677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-z-alpha-to-omega.html' title='A to Z, Alpha to Omega'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2075105223489999361</id><published>2010-01-06T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:57:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unos Duos Thres Quatros five six seven eight.</title><content type='html'>Like Oh-Em-Gee,&lt;br /&gt;I have awesome foresight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010_01_03_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Being the best I can be"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has long been my motto,&lt;br /&gt;Even before Mr Seet had ever thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Perhaps it's like what Haziq told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Maybe he&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010_01_03_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;read my blog on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In that case I'll only have two words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Unoriginal&lt;/b&gt;" and "&lt;b&gt;Poser&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I should have&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Copyrighted/ Patented the pants out of it,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sue him, get some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ka-ching!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I'll be really happy with the MDA for their &lt;i&gt;copyright-kiasu-ness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still&amp;nbsp;legalizing&amp;nbsp;my music-library, it's seriously time consuming)&lt;br /&gt;However, the school might end up with even lesser money,&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea on second thought,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to be made to do more manual labour on the pretext of "C.I.P."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another random thing to rant about.&lt;br /&gt;How come two people who found $10 this year were given credit for it wherelse,&lt;br /&gt;ME, who found $30 dollars last year, was totally unmentioned.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, it's &lt;b&gt;communism&lt;/b&gt; I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;The school with their hair checks and their uniform-whiteness and their "Ladies and Gentlemen" and their disallowal of handphones and their "DO YOUR HOMEWORK OR DIEEEEE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably some conspiracy to produce energy,&lt;br /&gt;For the country, by &lt;b&gt;absorbing our life-forces while we're in class.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like duh, that's why we always feel so &lt;i&gt;"Sian"&lt;/i&gt; in school.&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do they give us holidays then?"&lt;br /&gt;Like, of course they have to give us a &lt;i&gt;break&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Who uses a car for their entire &lt;b&gt;10-year COE duration at one go&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better not overheat the "engines&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;, use your brain!&lt;br /&gt;(Obviously I'm joking, you'd know unless you&amp;nbsp;weren't using your brain,&lt;br /&gt;Wsss is really great despite some of the negative-true stuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2075105223489999361?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2075105223489999361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2075105223489999361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/unos-duos-thres-quatros-five-six-seven.html' title='Unos Duos Thres Quatros five six seven eight.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7643465093756782583</id><published>2010-01-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:58:44.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions, and thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I really enjoyed my Church's service.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this doesn't really concern my audience but I just wanted to say it.&lt;br /&gt;I love how it sounds so mainstream,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the lights, I just love them.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a concert,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way I like it with guitars leading instead of the keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kedah trip was really fun despite what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it could have be better, like anything can be,&lt;br /&gt;And I could have &lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;t have had a &lt;i&gt;Nightmare,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what it was, was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;We shopped, made friends, re-made friends,&lt;br /&gt;Learned new stuff,&lt;br /&gt;And found new people to play, and dance with.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really didn't want to leave on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this first post of the new year,&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk about how much I dread school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, School.&lt;br /&gt;Xian, monday blues, homework,&lt;br /&gt;Studying, pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;None of which we love,&lt;br /&gt;But still, we don't really have much of a choice right?&lt;br /&gt;And it's like some crazy endless cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1- Kindergarden&lt;br /&gt;Level 2- Primary School&lt;br /&gt;Level 3- Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;Level 4- Junior Colleage / Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Level 5- University/ Working Life/ NS&lt;br /&gt;And Et&amp;nbsp;cetera&amp;nbsp;till we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, what do we live for?&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not &lt;i&gt;suicidal&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or anything,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stating what most of us have probably ever thought in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;But, as a result of this, most of us try to find a purpose for our existence,&lt;br /&gt;Something to fill this hole in our questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year,&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming to be the best I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7643465093756782583?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7643465093756782583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7643465093756782583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/mixed-emotions-and-thoughts.html' title='Mixed emotions, and thoughts.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5126002772221738108</id><published>2009-12-21T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:43:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same day, 2 years ago. Taken forgranted.</title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of a school of&lt;br /&gt;thought that I once came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, no one that is non-influential can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;But, 36 people who can't make a difference, can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that random thought,&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random statement.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress, iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5126002772221738108?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5126002772221738108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5126002772221738108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/same-day-2-years-ago-taken-forgranted.html' title='Same day, 2 years ago. Taken forgranted.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6701010397335253070</id><published>2009-12-17T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:13:07.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's alive in the bright New York sky.</title><content type='html'>I think I've been having a bit of mood swings lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;A.S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; guy if you were wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's not like it's those kind of super&amp;nbsp;influential&amp;nbsp;types,&lt;br /&gt;It's all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;With that random statement aside,&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up,&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I haven't done my camp reflection,&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to get it done with,&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously too lazy to even start.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two,&lt;br /&gt;I spent today's morning,&lt;br /&gt;At the band Exco's formation discussion meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got into this state of &lt;i&gt;"Useless slob of meat"-level&lt;/i&gt; stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Did not help them at all period.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes something new to add to my points for self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;"When someone asks you to help with something, &lt;b&gt;Help&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the meeting I didn't feel like going,&lt;br /&gt;To play at a LAN shop again with my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I went to Choa Chu Kang,&lt;br /&gt;(Met Charmaine and Wei Ting and Justin on the way)&lt;br /&gt;To buy my Pepper Lunch Express,&lt;br /&gt;And then went to Yu Fei's house to do,&lt;br /&gt;Random things with him and Ticko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another song that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and Curses - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inspired by Spiderman 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mary's a word in a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeCR6-gaQaA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeCR6-gaQaA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary belongs to the words of a song. &lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her. &lt;br /&gt;But she will not wait for me, anymore, anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Why did I say all those things before&amp;nbsp;I was sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one, but I have a purpose, &lt;br /&gt;She is the one, and I have to fight this, &lt;br /&gt;She is the one, a villian I can't knock down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face with every punch I take, &lt;br /&gt;And every bone I break, it's all for you. &lt;br /&gt;And my worst pains are words I cannot say, &lt;br /&gt;Still I will always fight on for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's alive in the bright New York sky, &lt;br /&gt;The city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her. &lt;br /&gt;Everything's small on the ground below, down below. &lt;br /&gt;What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one, all that I wanted, &lt;br /&gt;She is the one, and I will be haunted, &lt;br /&gt;She is the one, this gift is my curse for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face with every punch I take, &lt;br /&gt;And every bone I break, it's all for you. &lt;br /&gt;And my worst pains are words I cannot say, &lt;br /&gt;Still I will always fight on for you.&lt;br /&gt;Fight on for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6701010397335253070?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6701010397335253070'/><link 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/&gt;Three days ago was Ms Koh's fabulous wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Following our walk out from the fort canning area,&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went our separate ways but about 16 of us remained.&lt;br /&gt;These 16 of us almost went to play at the Lan shop at the Douby Gaut station,&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully all the computers there were taken up,&lt;br /&gt;Meaning my eyes won't suffer anymore damage,&lt;br /&gt;From these recent weeks of gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were in quite a stitch over what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we figured something out;&lt;br /&gt;We would takeaway whatever we wanted to eat,&lt;br /&gt;And sit in a random corner to eat as a group.&lt;br /&gt;Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we sat down with our stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Got chased away by a security guard,&lt;br /&gt;And moved to a corner next to some vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;And so we ate.&lt;br /&gt;And then we got bored.&lt;br /&gt;And so Bernard suggested we have,&lt;br /&gt;A gift exchange with a budget of 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;And so we mixed up our names on slips of papers,&lt;br /&gt;To decide who I'd buy my gift for.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm buying my gift for **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our little supper, more of us left,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a final quota of like,&lt;br /&gt;8 people I believe.&lt;br /&gt;And so us 8 people went to Geraldine's house,&lt;br /&gt;Watched some random videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part's coming, just wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;So we finally left at about 11:30,&lt;br /&gt;But my curfew was at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home at 12:08:21 I practically died,&lt;br /&gt;My dad scolded me and grounded me.&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I think about it,&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like really ground me,&lt;br /&gt;He just brought my curfew forward to 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;But having said that, if I break this curfew again,&lt;br /&gt;He won't let me go for the Kedah trip.&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking back,&lt;br /&gt;Those Southpark videos we watched weren't really worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did laugh at the time,&lt;br /&gt;But I still think Spongebob Squarepants is funnier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7390282427622387346?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7390282427622387346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7390282427622387346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-only-califrangilisticexpialidocious.html' title='It&apos;s only Califrangilisticexpialidocious without you.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7704132896978514273</id><published>2009-12-13T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:49:00.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't know what I want from you anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ms Chan's fabulous wedding.&lt;br /&gt;(or should I say Mrs Koh's)&lt;br /&gt;I'd have posted this earlier if not for my computer deciding to disable it's internet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a really fun day all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday morning I woke up at 8:30am,&lt;br /&gt;And like, I have no idea why,&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm for 10:50.&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway I got up and prepared for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at about 12 to go to Macdonald's to meet&lt;br /&gt;Jin Teng, Syafiq, Clement, Ryan, Geraldine and Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred was supposed to join us on the bus ride there,&lt;br /&gt;While Bernard would join us for buying a present.&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;we ended up leaving poor Alfred at the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;Outside his house for 1 hour because we all took so long to board bus 190.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, following the bus ride to Far East Plaza,&lt;br /&gt;Where we went to buy Ms Chan's present because there was a 30% off Christmas sale&lt;br /&gt;We joined Bernard to buy our shared gift.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we had no idea what to get,&lt;br /&gt;So we just picked some random book on marriage which had a nice cover.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Ms Chan will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in our gift we included a really really nice card...&lt;br /&gt;Which we messed up with our horrible handwriting and bad well-wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not so much for me though,&lt;br /&gt;I gave a poetic;&lt;br /&gt;"May you find happiness in this new chapter of your life"&lt;br /&gt;Pwnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Syafiq),&lt;br /&gt;Decided to walk there from Far East Plaza since it was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A very short walk there",&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I expected something like that and wore a t-shirt inside my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My comfort aside,&lt;br /&gt;We still didn't make it to the wedding in time,&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;fortunately&amp;nbsp;the actual thing only started at 4,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the stated 3:45 in your invitation cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole wedding took just about a hour,&lt;br /&gt;In that quaint little classic church,&lt;br /&gt;And the highest part of the wedding, for me,&lt;br /&gt;Would be hearing the song that Ms Chan and her husband composed.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad how we'll probably never hear that song again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the wedding we had our buffet,&lt;br /&gt;Mingled with the other people we knew there.&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with the other 3C-ians and taking photos,&lt;br /&gt;We all went off together to find stuff to do,&lt;br /&gt;Playing the "Penis" game on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7704132896978514273?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7704132896978514273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7704132896978514273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-dont-know-what-i-want-from-you.html' title='I really don&apos;t know what I want from you anymore'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5354571651506301111</id><published>2009-12-04T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:21:22.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're now just a line in a song....</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;I'm showing off another&amp;nbsp;song today.&lt;br /&gt;Lights and Sounds by Yellowcard is my new&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;song [again].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it when I first heard it from Burnout Revenge on the Xbox 360,&lt;br /&gt;But then, after a while, I totally forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;That is, until this year when I heard,&lt;br /&gt;Recording 13 play it on one of their jamming sessions.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I heard it, loved how it sounded live,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot it, and now I remember it again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a nice little fast paced song with rather non-repetitive lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately....&lt;br /&gt;I can't embed the song in any way.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the link to youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a9wJIhq2J8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Lights and Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a9wJIhq2J8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Lights and Sounds - Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hello you, how was the rest?&lt;br /&gt;You made it through, but nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;I got you out on a wire.&lt;br /&gt;You be love and I’ll be a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell it all and fill up the air,&lt;br /&gt;But make it loud cause nobody’s there&lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s there&lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Stop, turn, take a look around&lt;br /&gt;At all the lights and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Let them bring you in.&lt;br /&gt;Slow burn, let it all fade out,&lt;br /&gt;Pull the curtain down.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you’ve been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it new, but stay in the lines.&lt;br /&gt;Just let go, but keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;Smile big for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you know what they’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;They gave you the end but not where to start;&lt;br /&gt;Not how to build, how to tear it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell it all and fill up the air,&lt;br /&gt;But make it loud 'cause nobody’s there&lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s there&lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way and you know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way and you know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way and you know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way and you know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way to work this out,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, turn, take a look around&lt;br /&gt;At all the lights and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Let them bring you in.&lt;br /&gt;Slow burn, let it all fade out,&lt;br /&gt;Pull the curtain down.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you've been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You earned everything you found,&lt;br /&gt;And painted faces frown.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say I knew you when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5354571651506301111?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5354571651506301111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5354571651506301111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/randomless.html' title='You&apos;re now just a line in a song....'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1103969047025859665</id><published>2009-12-02T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:09:44.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Google Wave</title><content type='html'>Hey people, like,&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been waving,&lt;br /&gt;Late at night,&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;i&gt;only two people who ever stay up to wave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Everlyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jorel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[Applause]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Using Google wave has enabled me to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;To my primary school friend after ignoring her for like,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 years&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And of course, she was overjoyed and thus decided that sadly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm her Best Friend Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I would like to anounce that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 70px;"&gt;Tay Kai Teng Jorel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 70px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is my &lt;b&gt;best friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 70px;"&gt;Everlyn Tan Kia Kee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is my &lt;b&gt;twin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because of similar phonetics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little random snippet aside,&lt;br /&gt;Check out&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="https://wave.google.com/wave/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Google Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Google Wave is an online tool for real-time communication and collaboration. A wave can be both a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and a document where people can discuss and work together using richly formatted text, photos, videos, maps, and more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's a really neat networking system and it's really fun to use,&lt;br /&gt;At least, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have fun using it.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I really need more people to talk to because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More is always better!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But then hor"&lt;br /&gt;Google Wave is currently still a prototype so registrations are,&lt;br /&gt;"Invite-only".&lt;br /&gt;While I have no invitations to give out,&lt;br /&gt;You can request for one from the link above,&lt;br /&gt;Either that or you could wait for the actual release,&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't really care about these kinds of stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Happy Waving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1103969047025859665?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1103969047025859665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1103969047025859665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspired-by-google-wave.html' title='Inspired by Google Wave'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4917279344865488342</id><published>2009-12-02T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:41:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll like me better when I'm sad.</title><content type='html'>Well, these stops and starts are getting routine,&lt;br /&gt;First, I get on a roll and start blogging almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Next, the blogging everyday gets old.&lt;br /&gt;I get "Xian" of blogging, posting dies down and...&lt;br /&gt;My blog dies&amp;nbsp;temporarily,&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I haven't been blogging and then I post again,&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry"s for not posting and et cetra included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle then repeats.&lt;br /&gt;It's like some lifecycle of some random short-lived insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Buzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's part two of my mellow rants.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you're not my target audience,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I have anything else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day,&lt;i&gt; 30th November in history,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet even my closer friends don't remember what happened a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, Fadil does.&lt;br /&gt;But you, likely don't.&lt;br /&gt;There's no purpose in me saying this.&lt;br /&gt;Neither does it comes with any sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a year's worth of thought, it's a&lt;b&gt; rant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a wonder how people always think they know you,&lt;br /&gt;What you are, what you like, what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when most of what they think they know,&lt;br /&gt;Is probably something they heard from someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Something they simply assume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, who am I to judge anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me,&lt;br /&gt;The footnote in everyone's happiness,&lt;br /&gt;No one every reads a footnote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4917279344865488342?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4917279344865488342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4917279344865488342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-like-me-better-when-im-sad.html' title='You&apos;ll like me better when I&apos;m sad.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-55315374432228605</id><published>2009-11-14T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:20:37.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check yes Juliet, here's the problem. I can't sing for nuts....</title><content type='html'>Today was a weird day in terms of occasion.&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;It was both Friday the 13th and National Kindness Day.&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's all cleared up,&lt;br /&gt;Think about any unlucky happenings which may have happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;None? Lady luck decided to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad jokes aside,&lt;br /&gt;Today was packed with&amp;nbsp;remedials.&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies,&lt;br /&gt;A math, but that, thankfully, was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Also had a bit of Percussion sectionals,&lt;br /&gt;During the free time where &lt;s&gt;we were&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;supposed to have A math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing Biology remedial,&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the "leftover" band members who were playing around,&lt;br /&gt;Went to&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;for lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm one of those people,&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the starry night sky,&lt;br /&gt;And sinking deep into a sea of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these thoughts aren't mine,&lt;br /&gt;Few are filled with jubilee.&lt;br /&gt;But above all,&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-55315374432228605?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/55315374432228605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/55315374432228605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/check-yes-juliet-heres-problem-i-cant.html' title='Check yes Juliet, here&apos;s the problem. I can&apos;t sing for nuts....'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2913405013205554516</id><published>2009-11-10T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:16:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mourn for every friend I've ever forgotten</title><content type='html'>As with every year,&lt;br /&gt;The new friends I make will discover that I don't that any Mother Tongue,&lt;br /&gt;And thus would proceed to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;"Why arh?"&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;I only know how to respond with a unsatisfactory&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's a learning disability."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you've ever been one of those people who have asked,&lt;br /&gt;But yet still wonder, ponder,&lt;br /&gt;And check wikipedia only to find nothing understandable,&lt;br /&gt;This post is for you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lazy to come up with my own material,&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Copied from another website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dyslexia results from a neurological difference; that is, a brain difference.&lt;br /&gt;People with dyslexia have a larger right-hemisphere in their brains than those of normal readers.&lt;br /&gt;That may be one reason people with dyslexia&amp;nbsp;often have significant strengths&lt;br /&gt;in areas controlled by the right-side of the brain,&lt;br /&gt;such as artistic, athletic, and mechanical gifts; 3-D visualization ability; musical talent;&lt;br /&gt;creative problem solving skills; and intuitive people skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to unique brain architecture, people with dyslexia have unusual "wiring".&lt;br /&gt;Neurons are found in unusual places in the brain, and are not as neatly ordered as in non-dyslexic brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to unique brain architecture and unusual wiring,&lt;br /&gt;f/MRI studies have shown that people with dyslexia do not use the same part of their brain when reading as other people.&lt;br /&gt;Regular readers consistently use the same part of their brain when they read.&lt;br /&gt;People with dyslexia do not use that part of their brain,&lt;br /&gt;and there appears to be no consistent part used among dyslexic readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is therefore assumed that people with dyslexia are not using the most efficient part of their brain when they read.&lt;br /&gt;A different part of their brain has taken over that function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if that was too "chim",&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyslexia is an inherited condition that makes it extremely difficult to read,&lt;br /&gt;write, and spell in your native language despite at least average intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taken from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dys-add.com/define.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.dys-add.com/define.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All text is owned by &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bright Solutions for Dyslexia, Inc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No copyright infringement is intended&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I own nothing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I don't take&amp;nbsp;Chinese for my "O" levels,&lt;br /&gt;I tend to miss out my contractions while speaking and&lt;br /&gt;Why I take a longer time to understand math.&lt;br /&gt;But it's also what makes me unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't really do&amp;nbsp;anything&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;notable&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;i&gt;Band&lt;/i&gt; practice,&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;i&gt;Remedial&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Went to make my passport at the &lt;i&gt;ICA&lt;/i&gt; where I waited for &lt;i&gt;2 long hours&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Had P&lt;i&gt;iano lessons&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And learnt how to play "&lt;i&gt;Rooftops&lt;/i&gt;" by the &lt;i&gt;Lostprophets&lt;/i&gt; on the acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2913405013205554516?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>You should have bought your tear-away calenders by now.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 30th of October,&lt;br /&gt;The so called, "last" day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, with the kind of schedule that they've given us,&lt;br /&gt;(The Secondary 3s for the most part)&lt;br /&gt;School hasn't really ended for the year.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it certainly didn't feel like it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was kind of tiring,&lt;br /&gt;But even so, it's still rather fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;our report books,&lt;br /&gt;We cleared our classrooms of most of the junk in it.&lt;br /&gt;The band performed for the Secondary 1s,&lt;br /&gt;And I helped to mark the field after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have much to contribute to your life for today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Today is the 30th of October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not that it's supposed to mean anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I shouldn't even care what it was a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7642190880708667650?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7642190880708667650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7642190880708667650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-night-can-change-it-all.html' title='One night can change it all'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-3346492659974009914</id><published>2009-10-24T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:21:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I more than you bargained for yet?</title><content type='html'>The thing is that I have a horrible memory.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;It's more like it's untrained.&lt;br /&gt;But the consequences of it are pretty much the same&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of waiting till night for me to update my blog,&lt;br /&gt;Why do it during the day while I still have pretty much an idea of what to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried to do that like, 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom called, I answered.&lt;br /&gt;And my unsaved post got wiped.&lt;br /&gt;It's more of a hassle to use than posting from a computer,&lt;br /&gt;But at least it's workable.&lt;br /&gt;Still kinda bummed that all my effort was wasted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3346492659974009914?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3346492659974009914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3346492659974009914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-more-than-you-bargained-for-yet.html' title='Am I more than you bargained for yet?'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5912249305251095100</id><published>2009-10-22T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:40:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Ignorance is decadence</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just got a new app for blogging,&lt;br /&gt;So this post would mainly be to test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rayavali celebration was rather well intentioned,&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it did bore me. &lt;br /&gt;But eitherway, the three emcees were great&lt;br /&gt;(because I know them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were also quite lacking.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I say "quite"?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I meant extremely.&lt;br /&gt;My class was largely uncooperative,&lt;br /&gt;With our teachers, to do any work.&lt;br /&gt;Moat of us, including me, were like;&lt;br /&gt;'Bahh , xianZz, I dunwan come school de lor!'&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Can't really be helped, it's that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering about my results,&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tabulate my marks for English.&lt;br /&gt;And I scored rather well for my Paper 2,&lt;br /&gt;Despite my essay being "one-dimentional".&lt;br /&gt;Will improve on that.&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of my subjects, &lt;br /&gt;My class has yet to recieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me and several other classmates and friends,&lt;br /&gt;We had to stay back to take a survey from the ministry of education.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Darren, Derrick, Fadil, Nicholas and Taufiq to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Ate pepper lunch, walked around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5912249305251095100?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5912249305251095100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5912249305251095100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/mutual-ignorance-is-decadence.html' title='Mutual Ignorance is decadence'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1875779776077378286</id><published>2009-10-19T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:59:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your number one with a bullet, Cock and load.</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got through.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it came late but recently,&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's post-creater&amp;nbsp;was kinda screwed up,&lt;br /&gt;Which, pretty much ruined my mood to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem would be that,&lt;br /&gt;I'm short on creativity so this particular post would be bite sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;The exams are [finally] over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Like the caged bird in summertime we suffered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;As our chains are broken and our shackles released,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;We fly towards the light we so longed for during our captivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;The doves take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While personally I didn't really study as much for my EOY as compared to what I did for my MYE,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel that I'll fare rather well.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my physics has apparently deproved,&lt;br /&gt;Based on my mcq scores, and feedback from Ms Tiong.&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you if you're reading this)&lt;br /&gt;While I don't think that I'll fail,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'm kind of&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;with myself,&lt;br /&gt;But of course I won't display my mcq score and go all "self-pity",&lt;br /&gt;At which point most of you will probably have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with Li Cheng and Ting Yew to watch;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really great, unlike most of the dissapointments this year.&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bothering to read.&lt;br /&gt;Tags will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1875779776077378286?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1875779776077378286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1875779776077378286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-number-one-with-bullet-cock-and.html' title='Your number one with a bullet, Cock and load.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7289466194793707408</id><published>2009-10-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:36:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a knight of the Coffee Table. One Ice Milo please!</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;div&gt;Social Studies and Physics examinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was totally.... not that bad actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(don't hate me &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway most of the questions were attemptable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given that you studied &lt;i&gt;really really hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or rather &lt;i&gt;really really really hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all, what I lament most is being unable to finish the SS paper,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite knowing how to do, more or less, all the questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I believe that was the case for many other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap. I sound like I'm writing some essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way out from the General Office where I had my papers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dragged away by, Clement, Ticko, Justin, Nicholas De'silva, Solomon and Haziq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at the Pizza Hut at Zhenghua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played basketball, joined by Tricia and&amp;nbsp;Cassandra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry if I spelt your names wrong) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To summarize the game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got smacked by the ball in my face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bridge of my spectacles is like, flat now, and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I sucked, &lt;b&gt;end of story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, actually, not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more like I don't play very often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, we finished our game,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home had a bad stomachache,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did an absolutely zero amount of studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrote this post.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7289466194793707408?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7289466194793707408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7289466194793707408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-knight-of-coffee-table-one-ice.html' title='I am a knight of the Coffee Table. One Ice Milo please!'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6643630196370327898</id><published>2009-09-19T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:02:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As things come to pass, for all that we've done.</title><content type='html'>If you picked out eloquent post titles from my blog archive,&lt;br /&gt;You would get a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you (namely Derrick) were wondering about,&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009_09_15_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;clip featuring the acoustic version of "Creep" by Radiohead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken from this French flim called "Ils se marièrent et eurent beaucoup d'enfants",&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: They married and had many children)&lt;br /&gt;Aka "...And they lived happily ever after".&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Johnny Depp appearing as a cameo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day that I'm staying over at my Grandparent's house.&lt;br /&gt;It's Landed property, has a thick roofs that nerfs reception,&lt;br /&gt;And only&amp;nbsp;accessible&amp;nbsp;by taking bus 170 or 140,&lt;br /&gt;To the nearest bus stop and then&amp;nbsp;walking&amp;nbsp;up a long slope,&lt;br /&gt;Ala Kok Foo's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my parents are overseas, in the&amp;nbsp;Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;So rather than letting me stay alone at home,&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have me live here for about 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine either way, but I kinda feel bad for imposing on my Grandparents,&lt;br /&gt;Not like I have a choice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to get messages here,&lt;br /&gt;So if I don't answer you messages or &lt;i&gt;calls&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel rejected, it's probably just the &lt;i&gt;walls&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(It rhymes! Okay, i know I'm lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I'm having would be communication.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandparents more or less speak &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;only in Chinese&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;With only a sprinkle of random English words.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;only fluent in English&lt;/span&gt; and I don't work well with&amp;nbsp;Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;So in the week ahead till I move back,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it seems like I'm exaggerating my needs,&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's still rather nice to get away from my parents for a while.&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;here's also really homely,&lt;br /&gt;And there's even a electric drumset here that I can use,&lt;br /&gt;If I don't mind the hassle of setting it up and then putting it back which I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6643630196370327898?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6643630196370327898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6643630196370327898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-things-come-to-pass-for-all-that.html' title='As things come to pass, for all that we&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6431358695701388373</id><published>2009-09-16T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:39:01.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment moderation and opinion.</title><content type='html'>I'm an indecisive person,&lt;br /&gt;Certainly I'd like to improve,&lt;br /&gt;But well, these things don't happen overnight.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when events clash,&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it even more when&amp;nbsp;priorities&amp;nbsp;aren't laid out crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once again I didn't have much to write,&lt;br /&gt;(I've probably said this line like, a hundred times)&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to just post anyway while I still have the time to do so,&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I rate this a 5/10,&lt;br /&gt;It was rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; - 16/9/09, 1st EOY Study Session.&lt;br /&gt;School was yet another day of &lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;conducive&amp;nbsp;learning&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bukit Panjang Plaza,&lt;br /&gt;With Solomon, Alfred, Tricia and Jia Hui to,&lt;br /&gt;Firstly have lunch, and then to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was a Mc'Chicken meal, plain.&lt;br /&gt;We were about halfway through our food when Li Cheng joined us.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan also happened to be there where we started this really childish straw bursting affair that was more or less was a total&amp;nbsp;embarrassment&amp;nbsp;of ourselves in public.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we were still in school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second stop was the library,&lt;br /&gt;Went there, sat in the children's section for a while before we were chased out,&lt;br /&gt;Moved to the "Above 12" section and started.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really much of a study session,&lt;br /&gt;Just more of simply doing our uncompleted homework,&lt;br /&gt;Especially since none of us brought any other materials besides our school essentials.&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of fun as well, especially with people like Solomon and Li Cheng around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended off the whole thing with a trip to 7-11, which was under renovation,&lt;br /&gt;Where I intended to buy those little,&lt;br /&gt;200ml cartons of low fat, high calcium, magnolia milk with a cute cow affixed.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in timely response to our entrance,&lt;br /&gt;One of the staff said (in&amp;nbsp;Chinese) "What happened to this section, all the milk's gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to procrastinate on going home.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another&amp;nbsp;excerpt&amp;nbsp;from &lt;a href="http://www.rockpapercynic.com/index.php?date=2009-09-16"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Rock Paper Cynic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/SrDxdg5U9iI/AAAAAAAAAPg/S0MAmaTl91s/s1600-h/2009-09-16.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/SrDxdg5U9iI/AAAAAAAAAPg/S0MAmaTl91s/s400/2009-09-16.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6431358695701388373?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6431358695701388373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6431358695701388373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/comment-moderation-and-opinion.html' title='Comment moderation and opinion.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/SrDxdg5U9iI/AAAAAAAAAPg/S0MAmaTl91s/s72-c/2009-09-16.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6258188934251332197</id><published>2009-09-15T20:50:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:19:23.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything that can go wrong likely will</title><content type='html'>I possess neither the mood nor motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks isn't a lot of time to study in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm just letting the hours float past.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being complacent,&lt;br /&gt;I'm being way too controlled by my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Sorta used up all my energy for psycho-ing myself in the first 3 terms,&lt;br /&gt;letting everything go now.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Gravity, you're holding me down in this starless city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt; - First day of Term 4, 14/9/09&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was basically a "Bahh, back to school -.- " day.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone was still in a holiday mood,&lt;br /&gt;Got caught for long hair by Ms Teo and so I went to cut it after school,&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in the crappy haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Considering pretending to have an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for appearances,&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully get excused from grooming checks. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; - Your average pre-EOY school day, 15/9/09&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing much to mention,&lt;br /&gt;Me feeling really&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;and expressing myself weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;Haziq falling asleep on his bag,&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in the brand being embossed on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;And the last would be me skipping Z2H alumni.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really in the mood I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time sleeping and using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Spared a few minutes for piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the acoustic version of Creep by Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;It's really super Emo, you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and for those who have started,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFtw8G5nSI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFtw8G5nSI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; 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post.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging's kind of like a chore for me right now,&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I haven't done proper posts since the common tests,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'm rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hoping to enjoy this short 8 day holiday,&lt;br /&gt;But things don't really look too bright now,&lt;br /&gt;At least for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school, back to school, back to school,&lt;br /&gt;Party and then on to HxC studying,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe only sub-core,&lt;br /&gt;Not really feeling too&amp;nbsp;diligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing would be that I'm looking forward&lt;br /&gt;To the movie "9", Directed by Shane Acker.&lt;br /&gt;Would really want to watch it when it comes out on 9/9/09,&lt;br /&gt;A Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Which happens to be Li Cheng's birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;(I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be heading down to Civil Service&amp;nbsp;Colleague,&lt;br /&gt;To help out with the setup for the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that was the plan.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have to be there by 12:30,&lt;br /&gt;The timing of which clashes with my math&amp;nbsp;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go immediately after the class.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like such a freeloader,&lt;br /&gt;Not like I have much of a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, I could just skip the concert all in all.&lt;br /&gt;It'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3153445442444394387?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3153445442444394387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3153445442444394387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-last-day-of-term-3-4909-i-have.html' title='When these two collide, it&apos;s no coincidence'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8097883413667643319</id><published>2009-09-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:26:53.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm a creep, a weirdo, not meant to be here, for all that's said and done,</title><content type='html'>Hey look! I missed several consecutive posts again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly horrible at "Not Procrastinating",&lt;br /&gt;Thus the lack in content over the last few days,&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I did attempt several times to put something up,&lt;br /&gt;Not that you would care anyway my dear reader.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, I'll write whatever happened in recent memory,&lt;br /&gt;In one single post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, if you wouldn't mind,&lt;br /&gt;Text message, Twitter or IM me to remind me to post,&lt;br /&gt;Or even better, post at a decent time so I don't end up trying to put something up just before I sleep and end up having to wait till the next day to finish the text up.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, unless you want to see the same old page everytime you visit my blog,&lt;br /&gt;That's fine with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday &lt;/b&gt;- Nothing special, just random. 29/8/09&lt;br /&gt;On this day, Ms Siti asked if I dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I didn't,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm such a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday &lt;/b&gt;- Happy Teacher's Day, 31/8/09&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8097883413667643319?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8097883413667643319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8097883413667643319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-im-creep-weirdo-not-meant-to-be.html' title='But I&apos;m a creep, a weirdo, not meant to be here, for all that&apos;s said and done,'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5707111925388421388</id><published>2009-08-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:24:21.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I can be someone new</title><content type='html'>Well, I'd say I've been devoid of inspiration for posting,&lt;br /&gt;During the past week,&lt;br /&gt;Sure, some notable things happened,&lt;br /&gt;Including but not limited to my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;But overall,&lt;br /&gt;I felt there wasn't much material for me to work with for a post,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm well aware I sound like,&lt;br /&gt;Some high-end&amp;nbsp;fashion&amp;nbsp;designer or something&lt;br /&gt;* insert cough from reader *&lt;br /&gt;But it's just that I'm a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, not really, it's an On/Off thing,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, I feel like typing an awesome post.&lt;br /&gt;And with my amazing powers of foresight,&lt;br /&gt;I foresee that it&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;won't turn out to be what I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday - &lt;/b&gt;Mio Box change, 25/8/09&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I went down to BPP after school, accompanied by Kok Foo,&lt;br /&gt;To get lunch and have my IC photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;I was relatively broke after that,&lt;br /&gt;Especially since you had to&amp;nbsp;purchase&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;minimum&amp;nbsp;of 6 photos for 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;At least they&amp;nbsp;photoshopped&amp;nbsp;the pictures that were taken,&lt;br /&gt;Not that it totally makes up for the price but it's still a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I happened to see quite a number of people I know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the gallery of taken photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;NRIC procedures,&amp;nbsp;26//8/09&lt;br /&gt;Once again ignoring the morning,&lt;br /&gt;On the next day,&lt;br /&gt;During the admin stuff for the making of our ICs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, writing in my phone number,&lt;br /&gt;When my hand sorta got stuck to my IC photo,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how, it just did.&lt;br /&gt;Probably something to do with the laptop "exhaust"&amp;nbsp;or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my hand off, leaving a bunch of fibers on the gloss,&lt;br /&gt;Which I promptly tried to rub off as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm half-expecting my IC to come back to me dotted-ish,&lt;br /&gt;Or even worse, disfigured.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be crossing my fingers till I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day-to-day issues behind,&lt;br /&gt;I'l like to state that,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to "Open Happiness",&lt;br /&gt;It's this cute little song from the Coca-Cola company,&lt;br /&gt;Written by Butch Walker.&lt;br /&gt;The song features Brendon Urie, Patrick Stump,&lt;br /&gt;Janelle Monae, Travis McCoy and Cee-Lo Green.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take anything away from watching this video,&lt;br /&gt;It'd be about the&amp;nbsp;benefits&amp;nbsp;of following random out-of-place animals down alleys.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5707111925388421388?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5707111925388421388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5707111925388421388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-can-be-someone-new.html' title='So I can be someone new'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4814974080615753280</id><published>2009-08-24T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:31:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The times when I was Lost and Depressed from the awful truth...</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone for their birthday wishes,&lt;br /&gt;So here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Thank you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really need to learn how to thank people more creatively,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, your words really meant a lot to me,&lt;br /&gt;I would type out all of your names but if I somehow left one of yours out,&lt;br /&gt;It'd be kinda bad so I won't,&lt;br /&gt;Just know it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm just crapping, &amp;nbsp;=/&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing much I have to say about today,&lt;br /&gt;Some things went horribly,&lt;br /&gt;Others were on the other end of the scale.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that you all didn't get the chance to "taupok" me,&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, there's always next time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be here!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had no idea how great Hysteria sounds on a big amp.&lt;br /&gt;I know It's about time I should be,&lt;br /&gt;Posting something about last last week,&lt;br /&gt;As well as the final party on&amp;nbsp;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would also like to&amp;nbsp;recommend a song,&lt;br /&gt;That was played by Beyond Saving during the Z2H Final party.&lt;br /&gt;It's the acoustic version of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpWt4y8di5c"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"My Heroine" by Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it's not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;nice,&lt;br /&gt;But I like it so... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4814974080615753280?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4814974080615753280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4814974080615753280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-thank.html' title='The times when I was Lost and Depressed from the awful truth...'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6842070872204852859</id><published>2009-08-23T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:43:07.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night's ender, remember.</title><content type='html'>Know what, I just recently bought the lastest album by Fall Out Boy;&lt;br /&gt;"Folie A Deux ( read : a madness shared by two )"&lt;br /&gt;And I can&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;say that I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally an awesome album despite the unusual style to it,&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice change of pace to FOB's usual punk rock beats.&lt;br /&gt;"West Coast Smoker" sounds a bit like "Living on a Prayer" though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;My Sundays are boring,&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna bother to know what happened,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll save you the trouble by not typing the whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a Four-liner I'll type out.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around Lot 1 a bit, bought the album with the remaining $10 voucher I had,&lt;br /&gt;Was a hard decision between "Oh!Gravity" and "Folie A Deux",&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go with the more classy sounding one,&lt;br /&gt;Swtichfoot's still quite a happening band though.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate on the Final Party at a later time,&lt;br /&gt;Will also write something on the national day weekend from last last week,&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy this little recording,&lt;br /&gt;Of the Alumni members and I picking up the food,&lt;br /&gt;For the party from Dunman Secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/121328383725" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/121328383725" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the video is not very clear,&lt;br /&gt;It's taken with a cameraphone after all,&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have shaky hands, &amp;nbsp;=/&lt;br /&gt;I also apologize for my extremely low voice,&lt;br /&gt;And any boringness this video may present to you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;i&gt;you may not see it&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I really had a lot of fun with my seniors,&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what the above may seem like to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have a &lt;i&gt;different &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;perspective &lt;/i&gt;of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this time I didn't really put much heart into writing this post out,&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry for that, just not in the mood for typing anything lengthy out,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for reading all the crap that I have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;And in case you were wondering what my repeated tweets on twitter were about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.falloutboyrock.com/player/default.aspx?meid=2546"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match, What a Catch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6842070872204852859?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6842070872204852859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6842070872204852859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheesles.html' title='A night&apos;s ender, remember.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-704201947425900695</id><published>2009-08-20T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:45:08.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoichiometry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today &lt;/b&gt;- 20/8/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been about one week since I last posted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm not trying to "chiong" my last minute studying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm able to post, but I procrastinated again,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm typing this just before I knock off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one will be short (compared to my normal post length) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Common Test 2 is finally over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that we all do well regardless of any pessimism that we may have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half-cup-full thoughts and all that jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;have studied harder for the tests,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, saying that doesn't really make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;But it helps in the process of moving on,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;We make stupid mistakes, we learn from them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;We fall, we get back on our feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm well prepared to forget everything about studies and exams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have only two things in mind right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting addicted to some nerd-ish game that will be strangely entertaining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Z2H Final Party this Saturday (22 August),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking about the Final party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be doing a skit together with the other alumnis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that, plus we're playing two songs,&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009_08_06_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;previously mentioned in the 6th August post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, before ending off this post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to make special mention in regards to the E-maths period today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us spent the first half of the 55 minutes of free time studying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after that I think we started to get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during the second half,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda jutted into this conversation with the northwest people,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our class about the future job prospects of our classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was, seriously funny, but yet at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Some of those jokes were kind of bad, morally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you know we laughed at &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;expense.&lt;br /&gt;But of course it did not go without equivalent&amp;nbsp;exchange,&lt;br /&gt;(ala getting some of your own medicine)&lt;br /&gt;I was passed off as in future,&lt;br /&gt;An Einstein-ish guy who finally dawns upon the fact that he's 40 and still not married.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-704201947425900695?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/704201947425900695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/704201947425900695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/stoichiometry.html' title='Stoichiometry'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-448755524526691091</id><published>2009-08-06T22:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:44:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my heart, stomping into this forsaken song</title><content type='html'>Well, once again I've been caught up in a swirling torrent of opportunities and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;And thus I couldn't post until now.&lt;br /&gt;Once again sorry for the delay in posting,&lt;br /&gt;But it couldn't really be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday &lt;/b&gt;- Recess jam session / Ms Chan's birthday / Z2H Alumni, 4/08/09&lt;br /&gt;About the most complicated heading for any given specific day I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;First off, the Recess Jam Session.&lt;br /&gt;Basically here's how it started,&lt;br /&gt;A week back (about 27/7/09),&lt;br /&gt;Derrick and I were like,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I need an excuse to bring my guitar"&lt;br /&gt;And so we planned to play the song "Face Down" by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus,&lt;br /&gt;But of course with ample time to memorize and nail the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately our plans were laid to waste,&lt;br /&gt;Very much thanks to numerous busybodies,&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand and one questions to ask,&lt;br /&gt;As well as an extremely early physics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Derrick for making you bring your guitar for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second point,&lt;br /&gt;The day before when I was talking to Alfred who had just added me,&lt;br /&gt;The subject that Miss Chan's birthday was the following day came up,&lt;br /&gt;And so we started a class conference with the miserably few classmates from 3C that I had in msn,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we came up with making a card, I think,&lt;br /&gt;That as well as playing our beloved form teacher a "Happy Birthday" song with the guitar which I already planned to bring.&lt;br /&gt;However, this too failed, part of which I owe to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the song in 4/4 time,&lt;br /&gt;Which I felt, sounded much more contemporary,&lt;br /&gt;But the version of "Happy Birthday" that most of you are accustomed to singing is in 3/4.&lt;br /&gt;And with these two mindsets put together,&lt;br /&gt;All it took to crash the song was logistics.&lt;br /&gt;At least Ms Chan appreciated the effort we put in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to Solomon, Bernard and Cheakmin for the superb cake after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;The Alumni meeting was kinda crazier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with Kevin (my human metronome) around.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I think I'm slowly going deaf,&lt;br /&gt;Meeting by meeting because I'm trying to add "Umph" to the song by playing louder.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my playing of the drums is improving,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I think it is,&lt;br /&gt;Just need to create more contrast between the chorus and verse,&lt;br /&gt;Rush the tempo less and add more elaborate and preferably graceful fill ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first part of the approx 3 hour meeting,&lt;br /&gt;We played our individual songs,&lt;br /&gt;TwitchHand, the "Instructor" band,&lt;br /&gt;Playing "Awakening" by "Switchfoot", awesome song, go look it up.&lt;br /&gt;Coldplace, the "Participant" band,&lt;br /&gt;Playing "About A Girl" by "The Academy Is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the second part of the meeting,&lt;br /&gt;We practiced and planned our skit.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Kevin doesn't have a part,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but still, sorry Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;Had a mad time, quite a number of inside jokes,&lt;br /&gt;Examples would be stuff like,&lt;br /&gt;"Lets warm ourselves up!",&lt;br /&gt;Center Partings and Exaggerated Sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me about them if you want,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd be likely not to laugh unless you experienced it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously can't wait for the final party on 22nd August,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I'll still have to worry about my exams,&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I think I will do extremely horribly this time,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I haven't even started revision and the test is only about a week away.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to wake up my idea ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for CT2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-448755524526691091?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/448755524526691091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/448755524526691091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-my-heart-stomping-into-this.html' title='This is my heart, stomping into this forsaken song'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8422765137762486433</id><published>2009-08-02T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:52:16.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicka pow wow boom boom boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Last last last Saturday&lt;/b&gt; - Z2H midway party, 18/7/09&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in the last post I forgot to mention, &lt;br /&gt;Kevin was given a honorary welcome to the alumni team as a new member,&lt;br /&gt;Not that he's new or anything,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just felt really hyper after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;And we stayed back afterwards to watch our previous instructors play legendary songs,&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Think of "Eye of the Tiger" , "Rosary" and the like.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, but me and Kevin got back home pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;Still fun nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the final party,&lt;br /&gt;It's on the 22nd of August, &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the preparations for it won't affect my studies,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to continue going back to Henderson to perfect "About a Girl",&lt;br /&gt;Currently my timing on the drums is horrible, &lt;br /&gt;I keep rushing at the high parts unconsciously,&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think I sound decent enough,&lt;br /&gt;But still quite sucky if you compare me to the rest of "Rubberband".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; - Current reasoning, 2/8/09&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Once again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite clueless on how to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went to my great-grandma's,&lt;br /&gt;Collected "Ang paos",&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it too early?" I asked which was shortly replied by my aunts,&lt;br /&gt;"No lah, we go by the month, not the week".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a chance to look at Mabel's new I-phone,&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten mine yet,&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I haven't even been notified that new stock came in.&lt;br /&gt;Will probably try the corporate route soon if this continues.&lt;br /&gt;Other than my going to my relative's house I didn't really do much, &lt;br /&gt;So that's all I'll say about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have any of you listened to Panic! At the Disco's new single?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have,&lt;br /&gt;Personally "New Perspective" doesn't really click with me,&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a good song even though it's something short of&lt;br /&gt;"I write sins not tragedies" and "Lying is the most...",&lt;br /&gt;Generally I prefer larger choruses and non-over-repetitive lyrics which,&lt;br /&gt;Would explain why you might find the song nice when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I really need to start studying, &lt;br /&gt;Already resolved to begin this week,&lt;br /&gt;Even so it's a little late in my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;At times, I really feel like I'm a sloth,&lt;br /&gt;Going like "Yeah man! I'll study!!!!!! later....".&lt;br /&gt;And so I procrastinate, procrastinate, and procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to do my homework now.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8422765137762486433?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8422765137762486433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8422765137762486433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicka-pow-wow-boom-boom-boom.html' title='Chicka pow wow boom boom boom'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-584068651733345792</id><published>2009-07-30T18:07:00.080+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:45:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to fall out boy helps with literature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Okay, my blog died for a while but now it's back from the grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Been wanting to update these few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But with all my business and procrastination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My only free time to post was limited to the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;By which I would be to sleepy to finish the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The result; a&amp;nbsp;whole role of drafts in my "posting" tab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As usual I don't really have much to say in the first place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But because I didn't post for quite a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Those little bunches of "what I want to say" gives me a nice bundle for my post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Or something, I'm just crapping around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Either way&amp;nbsp;don't expect too much from this poster,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm just a guy trying to improve his wordsmanship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Last Saturday -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Z2H midway party, 18/7/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Totally fun day for me as you would know if you were&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;following me on twitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you didn't know what the Z2H midway party is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(which would most probably be the case)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There are only about two things you need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://zerotohero.verticalcare.org.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Z2H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a competition in which you form a band,&lt;br /&gt;Playing an instrument of which you&amp;nbsp;preferably&amp;nbsp;have no&amp;nbsp;knowledge of.&lt;br /&gt;Participants will be trained to play their respective instruments to a common song shared by all bands,&lt;br /&gt;As well as to play together.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the season,&lt;br /&gt;Said participants will have to play two songs on the finals,&lt;br /&gt;And will be graded by a panel of judges.&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the season will be decided by two things,&lt;br /&gt;The grade the judges gave them as well as their performance pre-finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was part of the committee (Z2H Alumni) that organized the midway party,&lt;br /&gt;Of which was for the participant's enjoyment&amp;nbsp;for this season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My job on that day was to do registration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Which basically meant sitting on a chair beside another&amp;nbsp;admin,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In front&amp;nbsp;of a table set up in the goods lift lobby for the floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Without air conditioning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Taking the attendance of the&amp;nbsp;attendees of the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But of course it wasn't as bad as it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That was only part of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Plus they put a fan to fan the both of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ashley and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh and Kevin also tagged along for that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;He sat beside me playing random songs on his phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Following our jobs of registration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dinner ensured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dinner was in the form of&amp;nbsp;Canadian&amp;nbsp;2 for 1 terriyaki chicken&amp;nbsp;flavored&amp;nbsp;pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My first time trying it, at first glance it looked really weird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But regardless, I still took a bite,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;At which I discovered it tasted much better than it looks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Paving the way for 2 more slices and a few sips of peach tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have I mentioned I hate peach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Was assigned to group 6 for the duration of the games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We had lots of fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Especially with our emcees for the day, Bryan and Nicholas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh and with "Emma" as a showgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you're interested as to how the whole thing looked like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Feel free to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=131040&amp;amp;id=762823697"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;check the photos out on&amp;nbsp;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A pity I look stupid in the only two shots I was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Friday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- 24/7/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't really remember anything from the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;However I do remember going out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;With my cousins&amp;nbsp;at night to the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's at the night&amp;nbsp;safari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To celebrate&amp;nbsp;Mabel's&amp;nbsp;graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Had quite a lot of fun there, eating ice-cream and looking at the&amp;nbsp;souvenirs&amp;nbsp;they were selling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;By the way, the food and drinks there are extremely overpriced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Some things I spotted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A plate of chicken rice selling at a "discounted" rate of $10.50, original price $17++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A plate of chicken chop, $11++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A bottle of coke, $4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;However the ice-creams at B&amp;amp;J's still sell for the same price as any other B&amp;amp;J's store in Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Morale of the story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Places of interest are expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;29/7/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Teo didn't come for Chinese lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Boring E-math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Band after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If it's so uneventful then why post about&amp;nbsp;Wednesday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Well, I misplaced something and I simply feel like telling the whole world about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Basically what happened was that,&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home after Band,&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that my drumsticks were not in my bag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Which meant that I probably left them in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hopefully they're still in school,&lt;br /&gt;And will still be there when I go for band tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, you can help me take my sticks, thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;30/7/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Notice how I'm adding datestamps to my headings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I have no idea why I'm doing this but it seems rather nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Or professional, or neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Will probably incorporate this in future posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Currently feeling VERY pissed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Vista decided to shutdown itself, on it's own,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Without asking me while I was having piano lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lost everything after "last&amp;nbsp;Friday".&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dumbstruck as to what to write,&lt;br /&gt;Used up all my inspiration or something.&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm currently listening the "Carpal Tunnel of Love" to vent my anger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You can check the music video out if you want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Personally I haven't watched it but I know it's a "Happy Tree Friends" video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And it even has a "happy" ending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh and I'm also looking around on forums for people who share the same situation with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;At least this unhappy issue adds substance to the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Back to topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Today was the photoshoots for about all the Secondary 3 classes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As if you didn't know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway, crazy poses, good posture and height differences were the highlights for the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Made-up couples, weird actions and rowdy behavior were the supporting actors.&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of fun,&lt;br /&gt;But I think everyone was more excited about getting to skip class rather than the photoshoot itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the gap between the present and our impending exams closes in,&lt;br /&gt;I sorta I'm still slacking away way too much,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to push myself sometime soon if not I'll never get started with exam prep.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, I'm kinda starting to like A-math more,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll help with my preparation for CT2 in terms of attention span,&lt;br /&gt;I get distracted easily you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I feel like going out with friends,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's cause June didn't satisfy my "fun with friends" quota.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone will organize something soon,&lt;br /&gt;So I can focus instead of dreaming of an outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this post,&lt;br /&gt;It was a horror to write with all the continuous crashes thanks to vista.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm trying to change in response to the tags written by Yu Fei,&lt;br /&gt;But not completely as I don't totally agree with everything he said.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, comments and suggestions,&lt;br /&gt;As long as they are not of coarse language, are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-584068651733345792?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/584068651733345792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/584068651733345792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/listening-to-fall-out-boy-helps-with.html' title='Listening to fall out boy helps with literature.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2910216261647392509</id><published>2009-07-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:45:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a RED HOT summer.</title><content type='html'>Oh look, I finally posted again.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the problem with me is that,&lt;br /&gt;When I want to post, I'm too busy,&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have the time to post,&lt;br /&gt;I procrastinate till I'm busy again and so the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Originally I would have liked to talk about last&amp;nbsp;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;Which was basically the Z2H mid-way party I looked so much to last week,&lt;br /&gt;But I more or less don't know what to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna leave it for another day after I consolidate my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll talk about today's school day.&lt;br /&gt;Only this time I won't emphasize so much on the boring parts like Bumber (Yu Fei) said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so inspired by "Pay it forward",&lt;br /&gt;During our&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;period today we watched the movie,&lt;br /&gt;Really nice movie, even if we weren't given the chance to finish watching it.&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about this boy,&lt;br /&gt;Trevor who happens to be from a broken home,&lt;br /&gt;With a single mom who struggles to recover from&amp;nbsp;alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;Like most other kids, he believes in the goodness of human nature,&lt;br /&gt;When given an assignment by his social studies teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Trevor goes out to help a homeless man get back on his feet,&lt;br /&gt;But instead of paying back that&amp;nbsp;favor,&lt;br /&gt;That homeless man is told to pay it forward, and with three rules to follow.&lt;br /&gt;One, it has to be something that really helps the person.&lt;br /&gt;Two, it must be something they can't do by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Three, when you help that person, he or she must do the same for three other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this isn't gonna turn into a movie review.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's emotionally galvanizing, perfectly simple and yet well thought out.&lt;br /&gt;If you help three people who help three people each and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 x 3 = 3&lt;br /&gt;3 x 3 = 9&lt;br /&gt;9 x 3 = 27&lt;br /&gt;27 x 3 = 81&lt;/blockquote&gt;And through the magic of exponential growth,&lt;br /&gt;In by helping 3 people, you indirectly help everyone who falls within the system.&lt;br /&gt;Even if some of the said people didn't fill their 3-person quota,&lt;br /&gt;Just under half of 80 is still quite significant for a single person.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's just a movie, fictional and all but don't we all find ourselves asking,&lt;br /&gt;Why is the world in such a mess,&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While something like this certainly wouldn't create a truly&amp;nbsp;Utopian&amp;nbsp;world,&lt;br /&gt;It will go to some extent towards making everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I doubt I'd ever do something like that myself,&lt;br /&gt;For the same reason that helps you get to bed every night post "drag me to hell",&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a movie, it's not real"&lt;br /&gt;Plus my doubt that anyone would really pass on that torch,&lt;br /&gt;Would they really care about the big picture, will&amp;nbsp;they even be able to stay above needing help?&lt;br /&gt;If it's so great then why hasn't it been done?&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I'll continue to question myself,&lt;br /&gt;With all my "what if it's really possible?",&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this subject-specific post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2910216261647392509?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2910216261647392509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2910216261647392509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-red-hot-summer.html' title='It&apos;s a RED HOT summer.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-3370667135287372411</id><published>2009-07-17T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:10:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone has his WHAMMY BAR!  =D</title><content type='html'>I'm finally recovering from my annual case of throat infection,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these few days have been HORRIBLE,&lt;br /&gt;The days at home were sorta borish,&lt;br /&gt;The days in school we unconfortable,&lt;br /&gt;And on my first day back in school after my mc,&lt;br /&gt;(Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking properly because my energy was sapped by my immune system to fight the germs,&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I couldn't even answer Ms Loe's simple question of:&lt;br /&gt;"If the number is less than zero is it above or below the line"&lt;br /&gt;Which now, in my correct state of mind I can obviously answer "below".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it got better today,&lt;br /&gt;But I think my voice kinda went haywire during school hours today,&lt;br /&gt;It did some sort of deep raspy thing then after that it was simply just wheezing or something,&lt;br /&gt;Which was enough for&amp;nbsp;Nicholas&amp;nbsp;to make fun of me with his exaggerated notion of what a joke is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he made up for it by&amp;nbsp;pressurizing&amp;nbsp;me,&lt;br /&gt;To quickly finish my situational writing which I stayed back to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to our physics period.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll do well for this particular physics test,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seriously sit down and study for it,&lt;br /&gt;Only went through some formulas at best.&lt;br /&gt;Also forgot some of the main concepts that were tested.&lt;br /&gt;Will pass at most, my answers were half-baked enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school on both&amp;nbsp;Thursday&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Friday,&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for my&amp;nbsp;physiological&amp;nbsp;assessment.&lt;br /&gt;Which sadly, meant I couldn't go off enjoying the start of the weekends with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;However the physiological assessment is necessary for my&amp;nbsp;exemption,&lt;br /&gt;From&amp;nbsp;Chinese and time extension during the "O" levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tests they gave me weren't too hard,&lt;br /&gt;Just the kind of things you would see in an IQ test,&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; an IQ test.&lt;br /&gt;Except they also gave two other auxiliary tests,&lt;br /&gt;One for&amp;nbsp;literacy&amp;nbsp;and one for memory to compare my potential against performance.&lt;br /&gt;The full report won't be ready for about a month but I know some of the basic results,&lt;br /&gt;I have an IQ of 135 against people my age in the USA,&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;literacy&amp;nbsp;skills are rather good while on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;My memory is only in the average range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the Mid-way party tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's not held for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one of the crew helping out with the admin stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel hyper when I think about it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing it has something to do with being smiles to faces,&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I won't have much company of people my age whom I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also wondering how the alumni band that took part in &lt;a href="http://bandage09.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Bandage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;did,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just ask them tomorrow then I see them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway that's all for this post,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to leave out most of the uninteresting stuff and to keep the sentence halving to a&amp;nbsp;minimum,&lt;br /&gt;Comments on how I can improve will be appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;As will tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3370667135287372411?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3370667135287372411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3370667135287372411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-finally-recovering-from-my-annual.html' title='Someone has his WHAMMY BAR!  =D'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-895209907375920291</id><published>2009-07-15T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:08:06.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm slipping into the lava..</title><content type='html'>This post will be regarding 14/7/09,&lt;br /&gt;15/7/9 will be uploaded shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't go to school,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick you see and I have an mc for two days off,&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible and it's like there's some invisible sadist trying to strangle me,&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is that he seems to lack to muscle power to fully constrict my throat.&lt;br /&gt;But rather than rant about all the bad things I'm going through,&lt;br /&gt;I would rather talk about something I found enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back really late yesterday after Z2H,&lt;br /&gt;Still wasn't feeling too well so I skipped posting and went to bed as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;I've been down with a really bad throat infection or something.&lt;br /&gt;Currently&amp;nbsp;regretting&amp;nbsp;saying that I'd rather fall sick than go to school,&lt;br /&gt;Being healthy is way better,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure other people affected by the bug that's going around would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally had fun at yesterday's Z2H alumni meeting,&lt;br /&gt;I reached there rather early,&lt;br /&gt;About 6pm as opposed to 7pm, the actual meeting time.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin didn't come because he was having a horrible headache or something.&lt;br /&gt;I passed the time by practicing my 16-note beat patterns,&lt;br /&gt;Also had some help for my fill-ins from David,&lt;br /&gt;One of the&amp;nbsp;overseers&amp;nbsp;for the Alumni.&lt;br /&gt;We only spent around 20 minutes for the final discussion for the Midway party on this Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;The rest was all jamming,&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm currently a&amp;nbsp;substitute&amp;nbsp;drummer,&lt;br /&gt;For the band that will play for the Z2H participants on the final party,&lt;br /&gt;It's on 22 August, 2 days from my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the preparations for it won't class with the coming exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith&amp;nbsp;surprisingly,&amp;nbsp;also came,&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he's on MC and since he had that time off,&lt;br /&gt;Decided to join in for today's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;He helped me with the drums for the song "Burnin' Up" by the Jonas Brothers,&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the basic&amp;nbsp;rhythm&amp;nbsp;right but I still need work for my tempo and fill-ins,&lt;br /&gt;But I think my illness also affected my drumming a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song even though I want to hate it,&lt;br /&gt;The Jonas Brothers are like,&lt;br /&gt;Disney cash-cows, but it's just so darn catchy,&lt;br /&gt;If only they'd sing songs made for kids,&lt;br /&gt;So we can just mock them and everything would be so simple,&lt;br /&gt;But no, they just had to rock.&lt;br /&gt;Great, now I can't bring myself to hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Disney triumphs once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite a while working out our individual parts,&lt;br /&gt;Also went through some rounds together.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was not bad for a first try of the song,&lt;br /&gt;I think we sounded decent enough,&lt;br /&gt;It just needs some polishing.&lt;br /&gt;A few rounds of jamming later,&lt;br /&gt;Someone brought up the classic subject of;&lt;br /&gt;"What will our band be called?"&lt;br /&gt;After much "careful" consideration,&lt;br /&gt;The name "Rubberband" came to be.&lt;br /&gt;Played for a while more before we wound down,&lt;br /&gt;By the time we all went home it was about 9:40pm.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad I won't be able to make it for Bandage,&lt;br /&gt;The competition Recording 13's taking part in,&lt;br /&gt;I like going for concerts and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Especially with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to get a new phone,&lt;br /&gt;Originally when I wanted an&amp;nbsp;I phone,&lt;br /&gt;My parents were rather okay with it,&lt;br /&gt;They even seemed more excited about getting the phone than I was,&lt;br /&gt;But I told them that I changed my mind about it,&lt;br /&gt;Reason being that since everyone wanted one or would have one,&lt;br /&gt;It would seem so&amp;nbsp;standardized,&lt;br /&gt;Plus it&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;really have anything much to help you&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;your I phone from the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the lack of background images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now I've changed my mind again and took back what I said to them.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I'm sorta fickle minded)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I really wanted my I phone to be different,&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;have to be in it's software,&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I can always stick a skin on it to make it stand out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-895209907375920291?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/895209907375920291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/895209907375920291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-slipping-into-lava.html' title='I&apos;m slipping into the lava..'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1209517667593484521</id><published>2009-07-13T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:11:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCAs will be resuming shortly</title><content type='html'>Evan's life is as about uneventful as a snail's,&lt;br /&gt;Minus the ever so often "getting stepped on" part.&lt;br /&gt;Please note that today's post will be extremely&amp;nbsp;monotonous&amp;nbsp;and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at about 8:15 am,&lt;br /&gt;Had prayer group,&lt;br /&gt;Back to class at 8:30 am for the start of classes.&lt;br /&gt;After our temperature taking we had our mother&amp;nbsp;tongue&amp;nbsp;lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Where I had to be in the Library but because there were leftovers from a buffet,&lt;br /&gt;Stinking up the place such that there were even flies circling the area.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go back up to class instead,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much up there, I meant to do my homework,&lt;br /&gt;But instead I doodled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-math was spent copying notes,&lt;br /&gt;Not that I particularly mind it,&lt;br /&gt;But it just seems so superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Recess wasn't too much of a happy thing either thanks to the absence of Darren and Kian Wee.&lt;br /&gt;Also spent some time listening to Nicholas complaining about the smell of the deodorant being sprayed in our class.&lt;br /&gt;For social studies I really couldn't pay attention to the lecture,&lt;br /&gt;Two main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;One, I was sitting beside really really hyper people,&lt;br /&gt;Two, I didn't really find the lesson interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chemistry, we did some stuff on density,&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Mr Loo goes really slow for his lessons,&lt;br /&gt;But of course, that's because he puts so much emphasis on writing the headings,&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough I guess, my&amp;nbsp;tuition&amp;nbsp;teacher does it too,&lt;br /&gt;It's supposedly a life saver if you somehow make a mistake while&amp;nbsp;panicking&amp;nbsp;in your chemistry exam.&lt;br /&gt;English was mostly spent updating the class with world news,&lt;br /&gt;And the last 15&amp;nbsp;minutes of the lesson&amp;nbsp;or so were spent on doing our report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I accompanied Kok Foo for our journey home,&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus, laughed at certain comical characters we knew in school,&lt;br /&gt;Got off at the bus stop outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem was that I returned only to find that I left my keys at home,&lt;br /&gt;And so I went back to Bpp, ate at Long John Silver's,&lt;br /&gt;Read books for a while till my mom finished her lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And that's about everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's so boring,&lt;br /&gt;Not like anything really happened though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1209517667593484521?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1209517667593484521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1209517667593484521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/ccas-will-be-resuming-shortly.html' title='CCAs will be resuming shortly'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5437480404910491520</id><published>2009-07-12T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:10:34.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore songs make me feel like I'm having a holiday, Fall Out Boy songs make me feel like I know what I'm doing....</title><content type='html'>Obviously, once again I didn't post again for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to my readers,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I didn't blog because I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10/7/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as per normal Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Only things that I would like to highlight for this day,&lt;br /&gt;Would be Kok Foo, Jordan, Derrick and I&lt;br /&gt;Going to Darren's house,&lt;br /&gt;And our&amp;nbsp;prerequisite&amp;nbsp;to getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, after school,&lt;br /&gt;Me, Kok Foo and Derrick started off waiting for the guys from 3D,&lt;br /&gt;After a heck lot of waiting and maybe a bit of eating,&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to go up to their class,&lt;br /&gt;To find out what was taking them so long,&lt;br /&gt;But we got there only to find the class empty.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we crapped around while in the class,&lt;br /&gt;Which would explain,&lt;br /&gt;Why you might see random stuff on the board this&amp;nbsp;Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Charles and Derrick also did a bit of&amp;nbsp;wrestling,&lt;br /&gt;But it looked kinda kinky,&lt;br /&gt;Especially&amp;nbsp;with their red-hot curtains,&lt;br /&gt;It gave the room an "Adult Shop" kind of feel,&lt;br /&gt;Almost took a photo but I was sorta slow, so no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, after we concluded that,&lt;br /&gt;Kian Wee, Darren and Jordan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUST&lt;/i&gt; have gone home because we haven't seen them,&lt;br /&gt;Kian Wee suddenly appeared in the doorway,&lt;br /&gt;Wasting no time in placing a couple of files in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Followed him down to outside the staff room,&lt;br /&gt;Where we met up with the other half.&lt;br /&gt;Talked for a while before we got going.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we also saw some people using the Dance Studio for Jamming,&lt;br /&gt;And may I add, whose idea was it to scotch tape the drums... &lt;br /&gt;-_-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally went on our way,&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward 15&amp;nbsp;minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Tud-duh, we were at our destination,&lt;br /&gt;Where Jordan noted that apparently the "Wolverine" video,&lt;br /&gt;Was shown by a certain teacher to a secondary 4 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren acted really&amp;nbsp;suspicious when we first got there,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps something to hide hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it wasn't of much use in the end,&lt;br /&gt;We still more or less found out why.&lt;br /&gt;(No it's not&amp;nbsp;pornography&amp;nbsp;you sickos, Tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;Plus it turned out to be so&amp;nbsp;trivial,&lt;br /&gt;Guess he's really paranoid about those kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flew while we played on his computers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Facebooked, PS2-ed,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And watched a Micheal Jackson Tribute video on MTV,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Complete with Darren dancing and Singing along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Restraunt City for my first time there,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm slow...&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch in the form of cup noodles there,&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by Rambutans and Swiss rolls.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we left the sun was already about down,&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;overstayed, only left at about 7pm+.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we had a truckload of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11/7/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say here,&lt;br /&gt;It was more or less my usual activities.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of drum lessons since we changed teachers,&lt;br /&gt;The new teacher isn't bad I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Really gets to the point,&lt;br /&gt;I also like that he tries to help us to play faster.&lt;br /&gt;But we're not really close or anything yet,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a while I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had a change in my schedule,&lt;br /&gt;I now have my maths&amp;nbsp;tuition&amp;nbsp;on Saturdays,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the usual Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Due to the change in the currently suspended Band practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had church later on,&lt;br /&gt;And had my dinner at a Subway in&amp;nbsp;Anchor Point&amp;nbsp;shopping mall,&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a couple of outlet stores with heavy discounts there,&lt;br /&gt;May consider going there in future,&lt;br /&gt;But other than that there&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12/7/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, standing alone,&lt;br /&gt;Today would make for the most uneventful post,&lt;br /&gt;But of course, that would depend on my tone,&lt;br /&gt;And the way I put it down won't it?&lt;br /&gt;About everything was ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 11am, had Chemistry&amp;nbsp;tuition,&lt;br /&gt;Ate&amp;nbsp;breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Went to my Father's Grandmother's house for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Came home where I watched Anime,&lt;br /&gt;Surfed the net till now,&lt;br /&gt;(yeah I know it's unhealthy..)&lt;br /&gt;And had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5437480404910491520?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5437480404910491520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5437480404910491520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/paramore-songs-make-me-feel-like-im.html' title='Paramore songs make me feel like I&apos;m having a holiday, Fall Out Boy songs make me feel like I know what I&apos;m doing....'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1681995026676540407</id><published>2009-07-09T21:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:25:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick walls, hard falls.</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am to post,&lt;br /&gt;Not that I really have much to say about today in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway look at the date,&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just a while ago we were still enjoying ourselves with our June holidays,&lt;br /&gt;But look at us now, we're back in school with our exams coming up in our 8th week.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm done with putting so much emphasis on the obvious,&lt;br /&gt;Here's the getdown on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today were quite excruciationg,&lt;br /&gt;"Triple Science, Double maths in addition to Social Studies."&lt;br /&gt;(as quoted from Sean Chong)&lt;br /&gt;But for me, the real killers were,&lt;br /&gt;E-math and Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;For those two periods I was the most&amp;nbsp;lethargic,&lt;br /&gt;Barely kept awake with the help of doodles and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I feel that Bio and Physics were the most engaging.&lt;br /&gt;Also got my copy of the Physics and Chemistry 10-year&amp;nbsp;series-s during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to takeaway food from subway and kopitiam,&lt;br /&gt;Was followed by Kok Foo and we met Ticko, Wei Sheng and Yu Fei on the way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to get for my mom because I couldn't get through to her,&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end I bought economic rice with random stuff added to it.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Ticko, Wei Sheng and Yu Fei were fooling around in popular,&lt;br /&gt;We went home thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.rockpapercynic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;rock, paper, cynic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It updates every weekday.&lt;br /&gt;Check the site out when you have time,&lt;br /&gt;There's more stuff like this there.&lt;br /&gt;I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockpapercynic.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/SlX2z0W-KvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/W3AhvQHO-wk/s400/Bear+Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost cried the first time I read that,&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;But it did give me insight on how insecure most of us are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I guess this would be in line with the possible carebear hype I'm observing in our school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All the more reason to get a huggable plush toy I guess.&lt;/div&gt;I kinda feel bad about censoring that F*** word,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the artist probably put in a load of effort to make it look so rugged,&lt;br /&gt;And that macro is like a giant spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless&amp;nbsp;this is a&amp;nbsp;vulgarity&amp;nbsp;free blog,&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really, but it is, at least for this post.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Can someone do something about the&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009_07_06_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"The Kill" music video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that keeps playing in my head?&lt;br /&gt;It's really getting old, especially with "the shining" references, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random edit:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn Fencing!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be able to play 16 notes at a speed of 128 Bpm!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be better at drums, I'm deproving...&lt;br /&gt;I want a new bag (preferably&amp;nbsp;from flesh imp)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna brag about being to minimally play 5 instruments&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do everything!&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1681995026676540407?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1681995026676540407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1681995026676540407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-here-i-am-to-post-not-that-i.html' title='Brick walls, hard falls.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/SlX2z0W-KvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/W3AhvQHO-wk/s72-c/Bear+Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5104903907167952667</id><published>2009-07-08T20:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:16:52.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettier and younger but not any better off.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I didn't post about Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;That was more or less intentional,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened but if you're interested,&lt;br /&gt;We learnt that the Nafa tests would be held during PE lessons rather than after school,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my PE pants somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Which brings up this question,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone brought home an extra pair on Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;I was told I won a yellow care bear with a rainbow cloud belly badge or something,&lt;br /&gt;(On second thought, I think it was a Funshine bear, and yes, I actually looked it up)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take the&amp;nbsp;care bear,&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Kok Foo, who was having a Band meeting,&lt;br /&gt;With Jordan, Darren and Ticko,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we went home without him anyway because it was taking too long.&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it,&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;I brought my bass to school as most of you know,&lt;br /&gt;Spend the last night trying to stuff my jamming materials and my school books in.&lt;br /&gt;And likewise, Kevin brought his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty much normal,&lt;br /&gt;Haziq broke my Tagger Bag lock,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; heavy duty&amp;nbsp;after all&amp;nbsp;I guess,&lt;br /&gt;And we learnt, during Bio,&lt;br /&gt;That the correct spelling for our heartbeat would be the following;&lt;br /&gt;"Lub-Dub"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to jam after school,&lt;br /&gt;After Jordan, Kok Foo and the rest all left.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, we were denied a chance to use the dance studio,&lt;br /&gt;And worse, we could only facilitate one guitar at a time in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;At least we had a bit of fun,&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is that "bit" is like,&amp;nbsp;infinitesimal,&lt;br /&gt;I think we all felt like we wasted our time there.&lt;br /&gt;However, to say that would not be completely true,&lt;br /&gt;We did get to do a few rounds of "Hurricane Streets",&lt;br /&gt;Played along to Kevin's mp3 through my speaker,&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't a complete waste in that sense,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I didn't really improve and,&lt;br /&gt;Kept mixing up the verse and the chorus bass parts.&lt;br /&gt;Also did not go through "Grand Theft Autumn",&lt;br /&gt;We only decided on it the day before so no one learnt their parts,&lt;br /&gt;And after waking up this morning I started to have doubts about playing that song,&lt;br /&gt;It may still sound weird after changing key so it might not have been a good choice,&lt;br /&gt;It'll depend on how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also finally had a look at Kevin's new Skullcandy headphones today,&lt;br /&gt;Kinda happy that he's happy with it, especially since I told him to get a set,&lt;br /&gt;If he wasn't happy then it would mean that my reccomendation was a crappy one,&lt;br /&gt;Plus it was so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering getting a pair myself but maybe not the $70 version,&lt;br /&gt;Because it doesn't come in my colors you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about 3/4s through,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin decided to jump about which resulted in his dropping of his guitar,&lt;br /&gt;He opened up the back which is when we discovered that his guitar has tremolo arm capabilities,&lt;br /&gt;(not "waa-waa" stick &amp;nbsp;-_- &amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;And of a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floyd_Rose"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Floyd&amp;nbsp;Rose locking system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at that.&lt;br /&gt;A few moments filled with technobabble later,&lt;br /&gt;We decided that it was about time we went home,&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in us packing up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Yu and Geraldine went home first while I followed Kevin to get his present,&lt;br /&gt;And so, us two ended up like idiots at minitoons thinking of what to get,&lt;br /&gt;We even called Fadil for help.&lt;br /&gt;(But that was actually more of for fun)&lt;br /&gt;In the end Kevin finally decided on something,&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand decided to buy a pair of blue and black checkered shoelaces,&lt;br /&gt;Why? I feel like cleaning up my pair of Nike Dunks and painting them or something,&lt;br /&gt;Only this time I think I'd go with a darker color scheme,&lt;br /&gt;To match with more clothes that are not blue, white nor black.&lt;br /&gt;But now, come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get a new pair of sneakers and put the laces in those.&lt;br /&gt;After that the two of us went to Popular after that to get a couple of cards and paint markers,&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by our parting and travel home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5104903907167952667?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5104903907167952667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5104903907167952667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/prettier-and-younger-but-not-any-better.html' title='Prettier and younger but not any better off.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6797991106374016111</id><published>2009-07-06T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:12:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, In case you haven't noticed,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put up a post for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I spent all of my time on the post on the Spring Carnival,&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was done, that only thing I could think of was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm down with &lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009_07_06_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;that filler post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(the post after this one, sorry, blogger&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;support post-by-post archiving)&lt;br /&gt;Here's my actual post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning I&amp;nbsp;journeyed&amp;nbsp;to Cck interchange,&lt;br /&gt;Of which on the way I met Rian by&amp;nbsp;coincidence,&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out he was going to Changi too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went ahead of Rian, who had to wait for his friend,&lt;br /&gt;And had my breakfast at&amp;nbsp;Macdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon came a while later and we took the long train ride to Tanah Merah.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we were like,&lt;br /&gt;Confused on to where to find the shuttle bus that brings us to the Changi Exhibition Center,&lt;br /&gt;So we called Mr Teo who asked us to take a cab which he would pay for,&lt;br /&gt;That sounded really nice, but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;We still managed to find the shuttle bus which saved Mr Teo a few dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, bought our tickets (no student price..),&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a couple of Formula Drift fans,&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and then we met Rian,&lt;br /&gt;And his friend who apparently had reached earlier than us.&lt;br /&gt;Also, they carried the bad news that Mr Teo got a zero for the first qualifying round&lt;br /&gt;Where you have to drift really nicely and avoid the cones in the track.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he once again got a zero due to a minor accident resulting in a smashed bumper on his second round,&lt;br /&gt;Which meant he did not make it into the top 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than watching the cars, there wasn't really much to do,&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves some food and drinks, &lt;br /&gt;Walked around to the paddock to Mr Teo's pit,&lt;br /&gt;But his car wasn't there cause he went to go and have it repaired.&lt;br /&gt;And so the 4 of us sat by one side of the pit,&lt;br /&gt;(it was more of a carpark actually)&lt;br /&gt;In front of the trashed bumper,&lt;br /&gt;Overhearing what everyone in front of us was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Teo really took quite a while to come back,&lt;br /&gt;By then Rian and his friend left,&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jordon didn't really talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;We watched a few rounds of leading and chasing,&lt;br /&gt;Before we had to leave,&amp;nbsp;and we would have left earlier too,&lt;br /&gt;If it hadn't been for the bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;And because of the bad weather,&lt;br /&gt;My going home was delayed and I couldn't visit my Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself out of bed at about 8 am,&lt;br /&gt;Left home after a while and then met up with Kok Foo and Ticko at segar Lrt station,&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the basketball court, met up with&amp;nbsp;Johnny and later Solomon.&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball,&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Fajar after that,&lt;br /&gt;I bought a mcspicy but I couldn't stand it's spicyness,&lt;br /&gt;Went home, had piano at about 7:45+,&lt;br /&gt;Packed my bag and went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6797991106374016111?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6797991106374016111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6797991106374016111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-in-case-you-havent-noticed-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1470844326526982999</id><published>2009-07-06T20:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:35:28.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kill - 30 seconds to mars</title><content type='html'>And so I finally went&amp;nbsp;berserk&amp;nbsp;and decided post some lyrics of a really emo song...&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not really,&lt;br /&gt;I just started on the post for Monday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I can finish it anytime soon,&lt;br /&gt;So meanwhile, here's that song I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qF1wZQzpeKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qF1wZQzpeKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leto, Jared;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt; What if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, do, do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Marry me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Marry me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found myself&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a chance&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Marry me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, break me down&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to break?&lt;br /&gt;What if I, what if I, what if I&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;his is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1470844326526982999?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF1wZQzpeKA' title='The Kill - 30 seconds to mars'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1470844326526982999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1470844326526982999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/kill-30-seconds-to-mars.html' title='The Kill - 30 seconds to mars'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7717477224578307608</id><published>2009-07-05T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:38:03.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buns, buns, selling for one!</title><content type='html'>Today was the big day;&lt;br /&gt;It is no other than the long awaited &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spring Carnival!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note the double emphasis)&lt;br /&gt;Got to school early to prepare for the performance later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I did up my Band uniform and&amp;nbsp;waited&amp;nbsp;for the gloves to come,&lt;br /&gt;While setting up my bass drum in the meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much... much later,&lt;br /&gt;We were in the new indoor sports hall,&lt;br /&gt;Doing round after round of our performance in our&amp;nbsp;gallant&amp;nbsp;attempt for perfection,&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the break we got was really nice too.&lt;br /&gt;When the actual thing came, we were all like 'BRING IT ON!!",&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the party popper failed,&lt;br /&gt;But that's what you get for 3 bucks worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I got my stuff and went over to my classes' "Bun&amp;nbsp;Bonanza" booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Where we didn't follow the shifts allocated to us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Everyone helped out in a bit of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The sales were like, horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to keep increasing our discounts to try and clear our stock.&lt;br /&gt;It was at first like, 1 dollar for 1 bun,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by $1 for 2 buns,&lt;br /&gt;Then $1 for 4 and $2 for 10,&lt;br /&gt;Next, $2 for 20 buns,&lt;br /&gt;$2 for 30 buns,&lt;br /&gt;And for our final and&amp;nbsp;desperate clearance price,&lt;br /&gt;$2 for 40 buns.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Even our efforts of making a combo deal with drinks from 3D's stall were fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this&amp;nbsp;shortcoming,&lt;br /&gt;Today was still really enjoyable,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I had a shot at dunking Mr Suki (I messed it up though),&lt;br /&gt;And 10 gos at archery plus one dead-center shot.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to visit the haunted house though,&lt;br /&gt;But after&amp;nbsp;queuing&amp;nbsp;for an extremely long yet undisclosed amount of time,&lt;br /&gt;I had to run down because of an attempt,&lt;br /&gt;To try and do a last minute performance for the spring carnival.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it failed and there went my time spent&amp;nbsp;queuing,&lt;br /&gt;At least Kok Foo and his group (which I was supposed to be in) got to enjoy it, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went back to helping my class,&lt;br /&gt;Only this time to help shift and keep stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Later on when Kok Foo came out,&lt;br /&gt;He messaged me to help him look for his bag at his classes' booth,&lt;br /&gt;But when I got there, I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;it was gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to message and call him back but to no avail,&lt;br /&gt;Then Jordon caught hold of me and got me to help him with the keeping of the tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;So I helped out with the table and chairs while helping Kok Foo look for his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later on when me and Jordon decided we had enough of moving stuff,&lt;br /&gt;We sat down nearby to the enterprise club.&lt;br /&gt;And just then, Yu Fei was busy ordering 51 cans of drinks using the *ahem* tickets.&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed him and Yu Jie, we sat down and talked for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;Also mentioned not being able to find KF and that he probably had already went home.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he wanted to deliver the drinks to the people from the youth changers thing,&lt;br /&gt;So we went up with him and sat there to wait for them to finish their packing and or cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough we ourselves were sort of dragged in to help them too.&lt;br /&gt;I helped with some trash-bag-holding and rubbish&amp;nbsp;clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I accompanied Ticko to the toliet (I have no Idea why though) and followed him down.&lt;br /&gt;Found KF playing basket ball on the way to the Library,&lt;br /&gt;Where the Youthchangers where having their meeting or something,&lt;br /&gt;Followed Jordon to the B-Ball court.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed on the sidelines while everyone else played.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around for a bit and stumbled upon the ncc boys playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was done with their stuff,&lt;br /&gt;We all headed to Bukit Panjang Plaza,&lt;br /&gt;But by different routes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian Wee, Darren, Jordon, Kok Foo, Hokiat and I took the Lrt while,&lt;br /&gt;Yu Fei, Ju Jie, Ticko, Ivan, Nadd (who joined in later on)&lt;br /&gt;And some other people whose names I forgot (I'm terribly sorry),&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Bpp.&lt;br /&gt;And so we met there,&lt;br /&gt;Had our Dinner at Long John Silver.&lt;br /&gt;We walked our&amp;nbsp;separate ways, with &amp;nbsp;Hokiat, Kok Foo, and I heading for the interchange,&lt;br /&gt;The sky looked really beautiful at the time we were there, about 6pm++?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to take a photo but.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my phone's battery was dead.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home (on the bus)&lt;br /&gt;We talked for quite a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Like what I missed out in the Haunted House,&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi's attitude, and a whole bunch of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And I also saw for the first time, someone&amp;nbsp;wearing&amp;nbsp;the same,&lt;br /&gt;Transformers Limited Edition t-shirt that I have,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's to be expected,&lt;br /&gt;The pieces were mostly sold out by the time I bought them&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for reading my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7717477224578307608?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7717477224578307608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7717477224578307608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/buns-buns-selling-for-one.html' title='Buns, buns, selling for one!'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-250049619951762742</id><published>2009-07-03T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:29:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to post in the last few days,&lt;br /&gt;And I have like, 3 unfinished drafts that I can't complete due to creativity issues,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at least I finally managed to get this one up,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long wait though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I was rather close to being late today,&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at about 2 minutes to 7:25,&lt;br /&gt;Form Teacher Time, temperate&amp;nbsp;taking,&lt;br /&gt;Situational Writing, or in this case drawing.&lt;br /&gt;FTT was followed by Geography,&lt;br /&gt;Kinda talked a bit too much,&lt;br /&gt;I blame Clement and Haziq though,&lt;br /&gt;And through the lesson we were probably the main source of sound pollution.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I've been too hyper these few days,&lt;br /&gt;Going "Bwahahaha", "WTH" or simply making noise.&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now my classmates (possibly meaning &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm crazy/annoying/irritating/dope/piece of&amp;nbsp;crap/pie,&lt;br /&gt;Or something, so yeah.. I'll try to tone down,&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard since I'm easily influenced by people,&lt;br /&gt;This sorry goes to the critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Next was A-maths,&lt;br /&gt;And I really got excited about this;&lt;br /&gt;We had our maths test and &lt;i&gt;I actually knew how to do the questions!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sort of I guess,&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm improving,&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to meet the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Evan has demonstrated high mental capacity in mathematics and science"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Description from my report book,&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I haven't posted my results have I?&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it done at the end of this post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A math was followed by recess,&lt;br /&gt;I had this meatball noodle thing which I really didn't feel like eating,&lt;br /&gt;But finished it anyway, but&amp;nbsp;Kok&amp;nbsp;Foo finished my&amp;nbsp;meatballs for me.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with the 2C guys for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I went up to take my bag,&lt;br /&gt;I came back down,&lt;br /&gt;We talked some more.&lt;br /&gt;And finally we all reported to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall's floor was in a really weird condition,&lt;br /&gt;There was loads of little particles on the surface and it had this "dried saliva" feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me for why the hall suddenly became so sucky,&lt;br /&gt;(not that it was in an extremely good condition before)&lt;br /&gt;I think I can accurately tell you that they sanded off the laminate of the wooden floor,&lt;br /&gt;And coated it with lacquer, however not throughly.&lt;br /&gt;I would expect that they intended to further coat the floor with more layers of&amp;nbsp;lacquer,&lt;br /&gt;But could not as it would not have&amp;nbsp;dried&amp;nbsp;in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our short&amp;nbsp;briefing and headed back to class,&lt;br /&gt;Where we did our own work,&lt;br /&gt;Composed my&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;"Bun Advertisement&amp;nbsp;Jingle" inspired by&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before settling our shifts,&lt;br /&gt;Which was followed by our going down to set up our bun stall.&lt;br /&gt;Which was followed by most of us slacking off,&lt;br /&gt;Which was followed by us going to the staff room to call our parents,&lt;br /&gt;And might I say, my mother just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to go on and on while I was using one of the staff phones,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry for indirectly holding the people behind me up,&lt;br /&gt;(and I'm sorry for having a habit of saying sorry, I know it gets irritating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I waited for Darren and Kian Wee and Derrick to finish their Ncc stuff,&lt;br /&gt;(no Jordan and KF, they had other stuff to do)&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Bpp,&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the Kopitiam,&lt;br /&gt;Visited mini toons and spent our time in the Library all the way till 4,&lt;br /&gt;Time really flew while we were reading magazines,&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine books, wow.&lt;br /&gt;After, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, roughly 4 hours later,&lt;br /&gt;I started my preparations for tomorrow by shining my marching shoes.&lt;br /&gt;End of story!&lt;br /&gt;Now for my results, not that I want to brag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Examination Results,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First Semester 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;English-B4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Additional Mathematics-B3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mathematics-A2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biology-B3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chemistry-A2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physics-A1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Combined humanities-C5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Total: 476.6/700 (68.1%)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;L1R4: 12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;L1R5: 17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Class Position: 1/44&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Level Position: 30/199&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Not too good I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Especially in terms of the percentage,&lt;br /&gt;But I think the rest is relatively fine,&lt;br /&gt;Or really good, depending on who you're asking.&lt;br /&gt;I need to work harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-250049619951762742?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/250049619951762742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/250049619951762742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/427-percent-of-all-statistics-are-made.html' title='42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7182316688119187907</id><published>2009-06-29T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:18:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrons exist in pairs,</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what's my problem these few days,&lt;br /&gt;Either I've been busy, lazy or just something else altogether,&lt;br /&gt;In the end I decided to just continue posting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just update from the top down,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll also include the links for the&amp;nbsp;Thursday,&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;posts,&lt;br /&gt;In one my future posts if I ever do complete them.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I think you're all bored of reading about my&amp;nbsp;Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;Me watching transformers, eating at&amp;nbsp;Sakae Sushi, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for not posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was the first day of school,&lt;br /&gt;It was also the second day of the AYG torch relay.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much for me to say about it though,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;were there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached school at about 6:45 am or something,&lt;br /&gt;Did up my uniform in the dance studio,&lt;br /&gt;Got my (lopsided) bass drum out,&lt;br /&gt;We went down to the sports hall,&lt;br /&gt;Practiced a while before we had to go up to take our temperatures,&lt;br /&gt;Came back down after that,&lt;br /&gt;Ran through a few more rounds,&lt;br /&gt;With some angry screaming in between&amp;nbsp;before the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel that it lived up to the hype though,&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the action was at the indoor stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrgh, I really have nothing much to post about in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know all this is like, boring and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just trying to make a decent&amp;nbsp;lengthed post,&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;this would be a good place to stop reading,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just keep going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the dance studio to get our belongings,&lt;br /&gt;Spent a while (I think I'm over using that word) in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;Where I overpaid for my vita soy,&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of us tried to stay there as long as possible until we were chased back to class,&lt;br /&gt;Our CD lesson wasn't bad I guess, it wasn't too long till our recess anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Post-recess, we had social studies,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Chemistry where we learnt how to determine the empirical formula,&lt;br /&gt;Of compounds via percentage and mass.&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;where we murdered the comprehension questions,&lt;br /&gt;With our poor writing skills, bad time management and poor understanding&lt;br /&gt;School ended here but there was still the Spring Carnival practice after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my lunch and went to the dance studio,&lt;br /&gt;Fell in, waited for people,&lt;br /&gt;Marched down to the sports hall where we did what we did best,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least what we're supposed to do best...&lt;br /&gt;This went on&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;breaks in between until about 5,&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed,&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow my class is gonna get&amp;nbsp;butchered&amp;nbsp;during math,&lt;br /&gt;Because according to Sean Chong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Confirm a lot of ppl nv touch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better go and sleep now, or something,&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7182316688119187907?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7182316688119187907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7182316688119187907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-no-idea-whats-my-problem-these.html' title='Electrons exist in pairs,'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5473308624595509750</id><published>2009-06-25T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:20:30.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll count to five</title><content type='html'>Well, once again I have failed to finish a post on the day itself,&lt;br /&gt;And not only for 1 day but 2,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just edit my half-written and posted post from&amp;nbsp;Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;Do up another post for Thursday's events,&lt;br /&gt;And publish them both today this Friday&lt;br /&gt;Friday gets nothing because I pretty much did nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the only highlight I have for today (or rather, that day) was going out,&lt;br /&gt;To watch Transformers 2 and having my dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing as leaving it at that would make for a absolutely boring post,&lt;br /&gt;I think I should totally go hyper about it unnecessailry.&lt;br /&gt;But then again it'd probably sound really stupid like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh-em-Gee,&lt;br /&gt;I watched Transformers 2 today,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today, the debut of it&lt;br /&gt;The 24th of June 2009,&lt;br /&gt;Bwhahahaha&lt;/blockquote&gt;Therefore, on second thought&lt;br /&gt;I'll just simply elaborate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as stated above,&lt;br /&gt;I watched transformers at &lt;i&gt;The Cathay &lt;/i&gt;with my dad,&lt;br /&gt;I found the movie really great and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Awesome action sequences,&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel the first movie was better,&lt;br /&gt;Because the plot was rather deep and original,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this time was the first time that,&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked a particular transformer; Sideswipe,&lt;br /&gt;He's a chevy corvette, really nice silver tone, sleek dual arm blades,&lt;br /&gt;And I really love how he skates around with his wheels for feet,&lt;br /&gt;Makes his fight sequences flowy...&lt;br /&gt;And out of impluse I feel like buying his toy,&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it in depth,&lt;br /&gt;It's a horribly stupid idea, not only am I over aged,&lt;br /&gt;The bots in the movie may be nice,&lt;br /&gt;But the toys will probably be some horrible lookin piece of plastic,&lt;br /&gt;With no elbow nor knee joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to continue,&lt;br /&gt;I had my dinner at Sakae Sushi in Wheelock place,&lt;br /&gt;Finally could use our 15 dollar food voucher.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I ended my day by watching an apple ad,&lt;br /&gt;Outside the apple store.&lt;br /&gt;The ad was really creative if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;But it was really biased towards vista though,&lt;br /&gt;Especially their portrayal of the OS as a guy in a power suit,&lt;br /&gt;With horrible tastes, a lack of common sense and low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;(Lol, sounds like some people I know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5473308624595509750?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5473308624595509750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5473308624595509750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/basically-only-highlight-i-have-is.html' title='I&apos;ll count to five'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6955911487928920156</id><published>2009-06-23T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:06:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, we had a **** load of fun, what about you? Bet it wasn't worth your ****king time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Well, to say the least, I'm dumbfounded on what to write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Anyway, there was the Spring Carnival&amp;nbsp;rehearsal today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ My edit&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;after 4 hours of slacking ~&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I finally got myself to writing something sensible,&lt;br /&gt;On to the body, yes, as mentioned above,&lt;br /&gt;There was the Spring Carnival rehearsal today,&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted in the&amp;nbsp;rescheduling&amp;nbsp;of my&amp;nbsp;tuition,&lt;br /&gt;SCr wasn't anything much of a hassle,&lt;br /&gt;Just what you'd expect from being in an active band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for some other people I know (Darren),&lt;br /&gt;They were not fortunate enough to have something proper to do,&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;They spent their time carrying tables and chairs,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise playing with their&amp;nbsp;hand phones,&lt;br /&gt;Sot this little paragraph goes out to them,&lt;br /&gt;Bummer for you guys I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was short I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Only about 4 hours long, but perhaps that's an understatement,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after it ended I went for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;And bought one of those fancy papers for father's day,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm a day late,&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;we all can't be impeccable little angels&lt;/i&gt; can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;commented on the "rock band wannabes" have I?&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have to say....&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Here's some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;I currently feel that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;should&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I truly do dislike someone,&lt;br /&gt;Or something for an appropriate reason,&lt;br /&gt;(and might I add,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;this currently applies to no one as of 22/6/09&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for any put downs or comments&lt;br /&gt;Because if the forementioned person&amp;nbsp;really &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that bad,&lt;br /&gt;Nature will take it's course,&lt;br /&gt;I'll only have to watch you crash and burn.&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there's not much satisfaction in that,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just keep hating people the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;Taking the "crash and burn" part as a bonus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, you at least have to give them credit for trying,&lt;br /&gt;And it seems kinda cruel to just shoot them down like that when they did nothing to you,&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm horrible at insulting people,&lt;br /&gt;I have to plan it out or something if not it'll sound horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went home to play drums after that to reaffirm myself that I'm better...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go well I guess, not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to sound draggy,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just abruptly move on for my stuff tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there'll be math&amp;nbsp;tuition&amp;nbsp;for me,&lt;br /&gt;So I need to quickly finish up my work later,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be needing to go for the Z2H alumni meeting 1 hour in advance,&lt;br /&gt;So that we can practice doing registration work and later on,&lt;br /&gt;Run through the games for the coming midway party.&lt;br /&gt;Basically we'll have fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm wondering how many of you have finished your holiday homework?&lt;br /&gt;Not me for sure, currently planning to do some of it later on,&lt;br /&gt;But still procrastinating by typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;I brought this up because ticko asked me,&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him if he wanted to&amp;nbsp;organize&amp;nbsp;a&lt;br /&gt;"homework doing session" and&lt;br /&gt;Later on I asked Li Cheng,&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to copy or something,&lt;br /&gt;And much later was asked by Haziq the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him about it and we decided we should have a&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap I didn't do my homework so lets chiong it together" session&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do your homework now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6955911487928920156?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6955911487928920156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6955911487928920156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-we-had-load-of-fun-what-about-you.html' title='Yeah, we had a **** load of fun, what about you? Bet it wasn&apos;t worth your ****king time.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4937397277057491138</id><published>2009-06-19T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:37:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrogen Oxide</title><content type='html'>Oh great, missed another blog post,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's to make up for it,&lt;br /&gt;A Double-Day post.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say nor talk about,&lt;br /&gt;So don't mind the monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 2C's class outing day,&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 and headed for causeway point,&lt;br /&gt;Met Yan Zhou, Wendy and Sophia&lt;br /&gt;Reached at about 11:15,&lt;br /&gt;Found Kok Foo, Sean, Hokiat, Jonas and Leon&lt;br /&gt;And waited for the rest, including Mr Lin,&lt;br /&gt;To come, before we went up to Seol Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much variety of types of food,&lt;br /&gt;But they did have quite a spread of meat,&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed the "Teriyaki Chicken" strips,&lt;br /&gt;But quickly tired of it,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine eating only chicken for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Also had a bit of&amp;nbsp;spaghetti and ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;We were joined by Fadil, Taufiq and Nick De Silva,&lt;br /&gt;Waited for them to finish their course of food,&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to watch "Drag Me To Hell".&lt;br /&gt;The movie was scary, like a typical horror movie,&lt;br /&gt;But I felt it sucked mainly because I'm concentrating on it's plot,&lt;br /&gt;Not it's scare factor.&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for a bit before we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much happened,&lt;br /&gt;Followed my Mom who had a doctor's appointment,&lt;br /&gt;To Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around,&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Walked around to Hmv and back,&lt;br /&gt;Walked to borders, fetched home by my dad,&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4937397277057491138?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4937397277057491138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4937397277057491138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/hydrogen-oxide.html' title='Hydrogen Oxide'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-4423767229367733670</id><published>2009-06-18T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:16:54.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weaver of words, the fantasies of nerds..</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't really know what to post about,&lt;br /&gt;But yet I still have an&amp;nbsp;obligation to post so I'll just try and come up with something,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't bore you too much yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, we were supposed to go and have fun via playing music,&lt;br /&gt;Well, to say the least,&lt;br /&gt;I felt that yesterday (Tuesday) went horrible,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we finally did manage to&amp;nbsp;organize&amp;nbsp;the jam session but,&lt;br /&gt;Ticko, Derrick, Kevin and I were unprepared, meaning that,&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we couldn't play anything together properly.&lt;br /&gt;The larger studio was booked,&lt;br /&gt;Squeezed in a room that barely fit us....&lt;br /&gt;And they no longer had a virtual jamming studio,&lt;br /&gt;Which meant we couldn't play Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ate at the mac next to the jamming studio,&lt;br /&gt;After which we split up, while Kevin and I went to Tiong Bahru,&lt;br /&gt;Where we walked in circles until we felt like going to&amp;nbsp;Henderson&amp;nbsp;industrial,&lt;br /&gt;Got there but it was still closed till about 12 minutes later when Daniel came to unlock the door,&lt;br /&gt;Messed about on the drums for a while before trying out the games for the Mid-Way party,&lt;br /&gt;Finished our meeting after which everyone jammed, I think...&lt;br /&gt;Tried a few rounds of the drums for "sway your head"&lt;br /&gt;Before my father came and gave us a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was spent playing bowling,&lt;br /&gt;Met Kok Foo at choa chu kang interchange,&lt;br /&gt;And later on, Ticko.&lt;br /&gt;Only met Zi Yu at Cdans later on.&lt;br /&gt;We played like, from 9-12 am,&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a long time since I bowled,&lt;br /&gt;So I was kinda looking forward to this day,&lt;br /&gt;Really worthwhile to me to wake up at 7am on a school holiday for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Kok Foo, Ticko and I&lt;br /&gt;Went to the&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;at Bukit Batok where we met up with Yu Jie and Yu Fei,&lt;br /&gt;Ate there, talked for quite a while before we went to the shopping&amp;nbsp;center&amp;nbsp;nearby,&lt;br /&gt;We borrowed library books to pass the time before "Monsters Vs Aliens" started,&lt;br /&gt;The movie was so-so I find, rather&amp;nbsp;over hyped,&lt;br /&gt;Also felt that it had a bad flow but that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-4423767229367733670?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4423767229367733670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/4423767229367733670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/weaver-of-words-fantasies-of-nerds.html' title='The weaver of words, the fantasies of nerds..'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-632084095395049928</id><published>2009-06-16T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:23:22.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short</title><content type='html'>Well, in the time that I slacked off,&lt;br /&gt;My viewership plummeted like... something,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought I should at least post,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's super short and about a rather boring day.&lt;br /&gt;To summarise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did my Chores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I organised the Jam Session tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished two Red Alert 3 campaigns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had Piano lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And that's about everything that happened on 15/6/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-632084095395049928?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/632084095395049928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/632084095395049928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/short.html' title='Short'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1219476042099188064</id><published>2009-06-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:20:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I confess, I messed up....</title><content type='html'>I have been like, super lazy these few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But, I finally dragged myself to post about last week,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it's late but at least I'm doing it, &lt;br /&gt;Rather than heading off to play red alert 3&lt;br /&gt;You see, my time last week was spent at a Band day-camp,&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever it was called,&lt;br /&gt;So by the time I came home, I simply bathed and then plopped down, &lt;br /&gt;In front of my computer and went brain dead until I had to go sleep,&lt;br /&gt;This went on for about, the whole set of weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would elaborate but you'd probably be bored to death,&lt;br /&gt;Because it'd be like "Band, Band, Random Occurrence, Band",&lt;br /&gt;And you'd be all "*yawn* this guy leads a damm boring life lar!"&lt;br /&gt;Which, though may be slightly true (serious understatement), &lt;br /&gt;Is not the perception of me that I want you to have,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just go on just for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the drumset for the Handover Ceremony,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me happy, but I'm hating myself for screwing up,&lt;br /&gt;And I also wished we could have done something more elaborate,&lt;br /&gt;Either way, that's more or less fine for me,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that things will always look easier with the benefit of hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing would be that my bass drum carrier is really problematic,&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to adjust it to hold the bass drum straight,&lt;br /&gt;But it's always too high or low on one side,&lt;br /&gt;Also it keeps moving out of place so,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm moving it goes the other way and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on to more important business, &lt;br /&gt;Rather than my meager existence (note my sarcasm),&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying organize a jam session for this Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;Been talking about it with Kevin for quite a while now but&lt;br /&gt;We can't find enough people,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm itching to get a note out as a band (and also, I'm just plain bored),&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested, send a yell my way (or Kevin's),&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to have it at Anaki Records because of it's spaciousness,&lt;br /&gt;(Website states the main studio can hold 10)&lt;br /&gt;But we're open to discussion,&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 10am,&lt;br /&gt;Had my Chemistry&amp;nbsp;tuition,&lt;br /&gt;We went through Acids and Bases&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't really able to pay much attention,&lt;br /&gt;However, I did learn that Ph values can be calculated using,&lt;br /&gt;"-Log(Concentration of H- Ions)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfed the internet for a while after that,&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently went for my second Guitar class&lt;br /&gt;Which lasted an hour and a half,&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a Pure&amp;nbsp;Valina Ice-Blended&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;from coffee bean,&lt;br /&gt;Asked for marshmallows which I didn't find till I finished the drink,&lt;br /&gt;There were like, only 6 rather small ones in there...&lt;br /&gt;Went to my grandma's for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1219476042099188064?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1219476042099188064'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;(except for Monday's post)&lt;br /&gt;And right now I don't really feel like finishing up,&lt;br /&gt;The half written post regarding last week,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just jump to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically,&lt;br /&gt;I had band,&lt;br /&gt;We had Physical Training when we had band,&lt;br /&gt;My legs sorta gave up on me when we were doing crunches,&lt;br /&gt;We did basic foot drills afterwards,&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I went for&amp;nbsp;remedial&amp;nbsp;halfway through,&lt;br /&gt;When I was done with my remedial,&lt;br /&gt;I went on a goose chase for my food,&lt;br /&gt;I finally ate my food,&lt;br /&gt;I then joined the band to go to the hall,&lt;br /&gt;My bass drum carrier gave up on me and decided to slant to one side,&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kevin have decided to try and rush to&amp;nbsp;Henderson&amp;nbsp;industrial park,&lt;br /&gt;For the Z2H Alumni meeting,&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up everything that happened today,&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too lazy to give my whole two cents worth,&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone will really bother to read this anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please make do this&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;meager offering,&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish up last week's posts when I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3271978527383820054?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3271978527383820054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3271978527383820054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-when-we-were-kids-and-could-be.html' title='Remember when we were kids, and could be best friends within like, 15 seconds of meeting each other?'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-2810959175783893884</id><published>2009-05-31T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:31:14.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway your head, Move your feet</title><content type='html'>Okay, I rushed the last two posts so they weren't too good,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've finally got onto today.&lt;br /&gt;And here are the links for the posts meant for the last two days,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009_05_29_archive.html"&gt;Friday 29/5/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009_05_30_archive.html"&gt;Saturday 30/5/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a portion of you know,&lt;br /&gt;Me and some other people went to a concert today,&lt;br /&gt;But at 9am I had chemistry&amp;nbsp;tuition,&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda blank during the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember the stuff I learnt now,&lt;br /&gt;Empirical&amp;nbsp;formula,&amp;nbsp;stoichiometric&amp;nbsp;ratio or something, molar ratio,&lt;br /&gt;It's a mess, you wouldn't wanna be in my head,&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you know that the my right hemisphere of my brain is more dominant?&lt;br /&gt;No? Well, neither did I until I read about it on a poster regarding Dyslexia yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after&amp;nbsp;tuition&amp;nbsp;I installed Red Alert 3,&lt;br /&gt;The game worked but it kept asking me to update it.&lt;br /&gt;Changed and went out,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see anyone at bukit panjang lrt when I got there,&lt;br /&gt;Also was kinda hungry because I didn't eat my lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Headed to BPP but met Kevin on the way and turned around.&lt;br /&gt;Talked a while before heading back to BPP and buying&amp;nbsp;Macdonalds,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't finish it because we had to get on the Lrt and later on, the Mrt,&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished it, the fries were kinda soggy, as were the nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;But my coke was finished, courtesy of Kok Foo, Kevin and Syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the directions of the "Map" and got to the SCH (that's what he wrote),&lt;br /&gt;It was still kinda early so we headed to catch a bite,&lt;br /&gt;Subway was closed so we went to the Anson Road&amp;nbsp;Macdonalds&amp;nbsp;instead,&lt;br /&gt;Bought a cheesy chix as usual but this time they,&lt;br /&gt;Included less cheese so it didn't taste as good,&lt;br /&gt;Another factor was the fact that I had already eaten fast food earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to SCH when we were done,&lt;br /&gt;By then it was like, crowded as opposed to the ghost town it was before.&lt;br /&gt;Entered the concert hall and we sat in one of the higher rows.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much enjoyed the whole thing I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that the bunch of us went to lau par sat,&lt;br /&gt;Originally it was a Faux suggestion by Syafiq but Mr Lim took it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So we had our dinners where most of us ate "ban mian".&lt;br /&gt;Found it rather hard to eat because of our close proximity to each other,&lt;br /&gt;And we kept bombarding each other with the soup,&lt;br /&gt;That splashes off the noodles when you drop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all happily finished our meals and walked,&lt;br /&gt;To a nearby MRT station where we went home,&lt;br /&gt;But not before I was drafted to help with marking the fields, &amp;nbsp;0.o&lt;br /&gt;Always though I was very extra in these things,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for personal Insights,&lt;br /&gt;I find that sometimes people don't hear me when I say&lt;br /&gt;"Hi", "Bye" or "Thanks" or any other basic manners,&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd just want to let you know that even if you don't hear me say any of these,&lt;br /&gt;I probably did or would have,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that sometimes I don't articulate myself clearly,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot or simply reacted too slowly to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also and hooked on this other song that I heard Rec13 play,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the name before but thanks to that Guitar Hero : World Tour,&lt;br /&gt;Session last Friday, I now know that it's&lt;br /&gt;"Rooftops" by "Lost prophets",&lt;br /&gt;It's great song for me, and maybe also you,&lt;br /&gt;It talks about those times where you feel like screaming all your troubles out.&lt;br /&gt;And simply knowing the title of it makes me happy,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that it won't become;&lt;br /&gt;"That awesome song whose name I dunno,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be so sad because I'll probably,&lt;br /&gt;Never hear it again and have no means to do so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all from this blogger today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-2810959175783893884?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2810959175783893884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/2810959175783893884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/sway-your-head-move-your-feet.html' title='Sway your head, Move your feet'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-425964335609157434</id><published>2009-05-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:28:31.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;So, right now I'm trying to catch up on the daily posts I missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;(As said in the previous post, I changed the post date but this is still written on 31/5/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had drum lessons with the relief teacher,&lt;br /&gt;He's also the same teacher who will be taking over at the end of June,&lt;br /&gt;But right now I also don't feel so keen to continue learning drums where I do,&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like how often we change teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the final class of DAS,&lt;br /&gt;Finished up the goodbye cards I didn't complete,&lt;br /&gt;Because I skipped the class last week.&lt;br /&gt;Ate 4 slices of pizza, 2 cups of coke,&lt;br /&gt;And played this card game called "bang!" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual church routine but didn't really have much of a cell meeting,&lt;br /&gt;We played Uno and tic tac toe instead,&lt;br /&gt;Joined my parents on the third floor and then went out for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ben and Jerry's at&amp;nbsp;Dempsey,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a hot fudge sundae but they suggested I try the fudge core&amp;nbsp;sundae,&lt;br /&gt;More or less the same if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;But I still enjoyed it&amp;nbsp;eitherway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-425964335609157434?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/425964335609157434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/425964335609157434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/shalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.html' title='Shalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7606544754064410786</id><published>2009-05-29T00:21:00.074+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:20:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your hearts out.</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this on 31 may, 12:22 am,&lt;br /&gt;Even though according to blogger this was posted on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today" was, in short, complete.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was the last day of school,&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a lot of hype about it,&lt;br /&gt;Possibly due to the fact that we'll be having&amp;nbsp;remedials&amp;nbsp;during our "Holiday",&lt;br /&gt;If you look at it one way, it's equalivent to having normal lessons,&lt;br /&gt;This is further hardened by the&amp;nbsp;requirement,&lt;br /&gt;For us to wear our proper school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed Derrick and Darren (rhymes Lol),&lt;br /&gt;And Kok Foo to Darren's house to collect our games,&lt;br /&gt;Played around with Darren's desktop and laptop,&lt;br /&gt;Also gave Darren our opinions and views,&lt;br /&gt;On what he was gonna wear to Mr Teo's house,&lt;br /&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;fashion&amp;nbsp;police or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following our cup of crappa,&lt;br /&gt;We left for Choa Chu Kang interchange,&lt;br /&gt;Happened to see Mr Kumar, Mr Lin and Mr Firdaus,&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking from the Bus Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Said "hi" but it was still really&amp;nbsp;awkward...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we met some of the guys from Darren's class,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know your names though, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter went to the bus interchange,&lt;br /&gt;Minus Darren, we took 307 but not before we called Fadil for directions.&lt;br /&gt;For a while we couldn't contact him,&lt;br /&gt;Because he kept hanging up and thus thought we were ditched,&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that his phone had problems when we managed to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufiq and De Silva were there before us&lt;br /&gt;"chionging" Guitar Hero,&lt;br /&gt;I more or less love that game to death,&lt;br /&gt;Well, not literally though.&lt;br /&gt;Playing the drums for it was kinda hard,&lt;br /&gt;But not "hard" hard, The snare (or red pad, whatever),&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda&amp;nbsp;dysfunctional which totally pulled down our accuracy rate.&lt;br /&gt;Still prefer an actual drumset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the guitar, felt like an idiot when I picked it up,&lt;br /&gt;Expected it to be heavier like a normal guitar which, obviously, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;Whammys are harder to execute through the whammy bar than the joystick,&lt;br /&gt;So we used them less often but it was still heck fun,&lt;br /&gt;We all fared rather well I find.&lt;br /&gt;I think we were expecting doing vocals to be hard or something,&lt;br /&gt;None of us really volunteered but I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; have a go,&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;like karaoke&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;since the game didn't amplify voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cont. 31/5/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some of the pasta Fadil and De Silva made,&lt;br /&gt;Both were nice but they tasted nicer when they were mixed together.&lt;br /&gt;Much later on when we got bored we finally left,&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to CCK,&lt;br /&gt;Parted with Kok Foo and happened to meet people from 3D,&lt;br /&gt;Had pizza hut with them and came home rather late.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for the long winded-ness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7606544754064410786?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7606544754064410786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7606544754064410786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/standing-on-rooftops-everybody-scream.html' title='Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your hearts out.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8773747158980416708</id><published>2009-05-28T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:40:48.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirts and suits</title><content type='html'>Came rather late to school today,&lt;br /&gt;As per normal,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to bring my &amp;nbsp;Biology Practical book,&lt;br /&gt;Need to hand it in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim also started on Air Pressure,&lt;br /&gt;He did some demostrations involving a balloon and a bottle,&lt;br /&gt;And cupped hands.&lt;br /&gt;We had our Chemistry quiz, I think I cleared it relatively well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Kok Foo, Johnny, Jonas, Hanqi and Solomon,&lt;br /&gt;Went to play Basketball with people from Qin Lin and Everlyn's church,&lt;br /&gt;Good game, But as usual, I sucked,&lt;br /&gt;Only scored once, without interference, after we had ended the game,&lt;br /&gt;Before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always, I shall lengthen the post with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;And today's song is also,&lt;br /&gt;The common song for this season of Z2H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sway Your Head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Shot The Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Sway your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Move your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Wake yourself from the sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;If there's a day, there's a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You can get yourself there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Golden smile, you got style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;That they can't take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Scream and shout, get it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Before it swallows you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;No surprise in these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;How it really gets through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;All the walks and the thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;But can you break through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;So alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Now c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta pull yourself back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Give it one more shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;It's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;With the new day falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Woah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Build a plan, yes you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You've got nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Look around, up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;What are you gonna choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Can you see the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;That came up for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;So alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Now c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta pull yourself back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Give it one more shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;It's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;With the new day calling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Woah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta pull yourself, back in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Take in one deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You're getting closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;After all you've talked and seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Woah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;I think it's coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;I think it's coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;I think it's coming back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(X2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Now I, I feel I'm getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Now I, my world is getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta pull yourself back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Give it one more shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;It's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;With the new day falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Woah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta pull yourself, back in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Take in one deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You're getting closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;After all you've talked and seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;You gotta believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Woah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8773747158980416708?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8773747158980416708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8773747158980416708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/shirts-and-suits.html' title='Shirts and suits'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5790818175852920579</id><published>2009-05-27T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:01:09.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move your feet</title><content type='html'>Well, I’ve been M.I.A. from posting for quite a while now,&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly sure how long though,&lt;br /&gt;It should be quite obvious if you look through the archives.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve been rather busy.&lt;br /&gt;To save my time,&lt;br /&gt;I shall simply put the events of both days into one super long post,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;I was occupied by the Alumni meeting which lasted till 10pm,&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy even though I had to stay so late,&lt;br /&gt;Which should be the case, yesterday was our {off} day.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the session, for me, &lt;br /&gt;Was spent watching one of the two bands practice.&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed watching Rec13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went into one of the rooms to do our own stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was the only one there,&lt;br /&gt;As in "the only secondary school student" there.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was really nice to get the others, &lt;br /&gt;To play something we could all participate in, Pictionary,&lt;br /&gt;Not that he'll ever read this though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and they showed off their hair that was past their lips and,&lt;br /&gt;Went on to make note that I'm from secondary school and, &lt;br /&gt;Thus could not do that "eating own hair" thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, they’re incredibly friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we got bored,&lt;br /&gt;This resulted in us playing wacko,&lt;br /&gt;Except we used the names of the 1st generation Pokémon,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by different fruits.&lt;br /&gt;By then my stomach was kind of hurting because I didn't eat much,&lt;br /&gt;Either way I persevered, but I think it made me a bit "blur" during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored again, &lt;br /&gt;So we decided to change to playing Taboo,&lt;br /&gt;I suck at it so there's no need to mention much,&lt;br /&gt;You just need to know that I got owned,&lt;br /&gt;I'm horrible at articulating myself.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, they decided to open up the bags of potato chips,&lt;br /&gt;Thereby, and more or less I am totally exaggerating, saving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the whole thing,&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting to finish it off,&lt;br /&gt;Keith (Z2H) announced that he was, &lt;br /&gt;Going off to National Service on the 4th of June.&lt;br /&gt;And this meant he had to get a replacement for his position of "President",&lt;br /&gt;Of which the two candidates are Kok Leong and Reuben.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that via car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were a little noisier than usual I found,&lt;br /&gt;Felt lethargic due to sleeping at 12 last night.&lt;br /&gt;Also did a sonic test with the guys on my corner of the world,&lt;br /&gt;To see to what degree we were audible to the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we are really loud mouthed, &lt;br /&gt;And almost everything obnoxious we say can be heard,&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I would like to apologise for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to Fadil’s house after school to play Guitar Hero,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we were turned down because his dad was home.&lt;br /&gt;Helped Justin who didn’t bring his phone to tell De Silva about it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bukit Panjang Plaza to find my mom so she could fetch me home,&lt;br /&gt;Adjusted my spectacles before we left,&lt;br /&gt;Went home, changed, and headed for Orchard to curb my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t buy anything there,&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I see anything worth buying at this point,&lt;br /&gt;But I did do a lot of walking,&lt;br /&gt;Far East Plaza to Taka to Wisma to Taka to Wisma to Paragon,&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takashimaya was having some performances,&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in conjunction of the Singapore Arts Festival,&lt;br /&gt;There was this Monkey skit where there was this woman, &lt;br /&gt;And a robotic monkey controlled by an,&lt;br /&gt;“inconspicuous” operator who was hidden in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Also caught sight of some random symphonic band doing warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 7:30 after everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Kinda looking forward to playing basketball with Kok Foo tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;But we’ll playing with friends of Qin Lin so it might be awnkward.&lt;br /&gt;I’m also really addicted to the new common song for this season of Z2H,&lt;br /&gt;“Sway Your Head” by “We Shot The Moon”&lt;br /&gt;And I assume you’ve seen me listen to it via my personal message on Msn,&lt;br /&gt;Like, 6 times plus I think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5790818175852920579?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5790818175852920579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5790818175852920579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/move-your-feet.html' title='Move your feet'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-6093295893004868337</id><published>2009-05-24T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:46:03.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No doubt this all will end horribly, but yet we shall still rejoice, the hypocrites we are</title><content type='html'>Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;But that first line didn't sound exciting didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, ignore that 5 cents of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to announce that I'm a pessimist,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Had drum lessons, &lt;i&gt;as usual&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Same usual things as always,&lt;br /&gt;Justin (drum teacher) wasn't supposed to come,&lt;br /&gt;But the relief teacher couldn't make it so he took over,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact he has to reach the airport at 3,&lt;br /&gt;When his lessons end at 2 or something.&lt;br /&gt;Played two-handed 16-notes if you were interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your probably weren't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped DAS lessons with a heavy heart,&lt;br /&gt;Well, not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;heavy, kinda bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went to "&lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt; Cathay", my first time,&lt;br /&gt;Super posh to me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh because it really &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; nice with all the stores.&lt;br /&gt;Got me a Cream-Blended Vanilla from Starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the rest to come,&lt;br /&gt;When sitting around, noticed that Spin the bottle has anniversary discounts,&lt;br /&gt;Tempting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Caught "Night at The Museum", which was quite okay I guess,&lt;br /&gt;(Ignore the implied pun, this has nothing to do with my glasses),&lt;br /&gt;But still not as funny as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;Also getting annoyed with the Jonas Brothers, same as Cephas,&lt;br /&gt;A classic iteration of a Disney cash-cow,&lt;br /&gt;And yes, they made an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to church after that,&lt;br /&gt;Was like, super early,&lt;br /&gt;Ate some black carrot cake,&lt;br /&gt;Rushed the seats and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Today's service was super-hyped,&lt;br /&gt;Which is the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Everlyn and Hui Wen on the way to Bukit Panjang,&lt;br /&gt;Said hi but nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Went to&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;to have my dinner,&lt;br /&gt;While having a chat with Kok Foo, with sms of course.&lt;br /&gt;Finished eating, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the rerun for the last few episodes of fate/stay night,&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy&amp;nbsp;of my renewed subscription of animax.&lt;br /&gt;King&amp;nbsp;Arthur&amp;nbsp;was depicted as a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Which was kinda thought provoking or something.&lt;br /&gt;Followed up the show with Tears to Tiara,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't concentrate to the show, &amp;nbsp;no-thanks to Fadil.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe it was worth it,&lt;br /&gt;The news he&amp;nbsp;delivered&amp;nbsp;was rather comic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-6093295893004868337?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6093295893004868337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/6093295893004868337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-doubt-this-all-will-end-horribly-but.html' title='No doubt this all will end horribly, but yet we shall still rejoice, the hypocrites we are'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-5834952882876443976</id><published>2009-05-22T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:04:10.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese graters line the streets, and I'm just a self-deluded person</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't post yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Spent too much time engrossed in a book,&lt;br /&gt;By the time I snapped out, it was rather late,&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't update, also starting to get lazy about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't really go in detail,&lt;br /&gt;Like what I once said,&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday is the same,&lt;br /&gt;If I did elaborate, &lt;br /&gt;It would be simply repeating previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;But if you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanna read about Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;Which &lt;i&gt;I highly doubt&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to read a archived post, &lt;br /&gt;It'l be pretty much the same except for the following that I am going to add on.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I did horribly for Geography, 27 out of 50.&lt;br /&gt;I assume that some of you are happy while reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Wished Mrs Siti a belated birthday eitherway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we brought our red files for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But some people and I will still have to sadly bring them again on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;My social studies seemed rather horrible,&lt;br /&gt;14 out of a possible 25, giving me a total of 55 for my humans.&lt;br /&gt;Had to change my place during English because I was talking too much,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;Got back our results, 68.3 (for English in case you couldn't make a link)&lt;br /&gt;It's okay-okay but still not what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Aimed for 5 As but so far only 3,&lt;br /&gt;Right now, keeping my expectations down to 4 As,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my A math will bring me that final A,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not too confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching in Band today was...&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;I still pretty much suck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't really get the marks I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy with the results,&lt;br /&gt;particularly section C of my Biology paper,&lt;br /&gt;which I thought was gone-case because of using a wrong indicator,&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't taken into account.&lt;br /&gt;As well as the diagram drawing in Physics,&lt;br /&gt;Which I absent-mindedly&amp;nbsp;forgot to bring a ruler and protractor for,&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to estimate the angle according to the figure shown.&lt;br /&gt;And I also want to thank Mr Kang for helping me borrow a ruler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-5834952882876443976?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5834952882876443976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/5834952882876443976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-i-didnt-post-yesterday.html' title='Cheese graters line the streets, and I&apos;m just a self-deluded person'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-3259073452819297845</id><published>2009-05-20T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:07:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyway Avenue goes Screamo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the title says,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got back our physics papers yesterday right?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do too badly, (don't hate me please),&lt;br /&gt;Topped the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after school,&lt;br /&gt;And got this horrible haircut that I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;(For your information, I had absolutely no intention of looking like this,&lt;br /&gt;So to make my life easier, please imagine me with better hair,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, changed, went out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tiong Bahru at about 6:15,&lt;br /&gt;Walked around looking at stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Bought a drink from coffee bean then went off to Henderson industrial.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that I had to take bus 5 at that time,&lt;br /&gt;So I took some other random bus,&lt;br /&gt;Dropped off nearer to my destination,&lt;br /&gt;Then walked.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I arrived it was like, 7:45 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched them play a whole bunch of songs like,&lt;br /&gt;Skyway Avenue (screamo, as described by them)&lt;br /&gt;Lights and Sounds,&amp;nbsp;Dance, Dance (only the intro)&lt;br /&gt;Imitation,&amp;nbsp;And two other songs that sound awesome whose title remains unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;The Alumni meeting was attended by less people this time,&lt;br /&gt;Basically we planned for alumni outings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Some random stuff mentioned would include "Avenged Sevenfold on ice",&lt;br /&gt;more skydiving, Fico and gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only person in secondary school there,&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, they accused me of being young thus making them feel old.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they make me feel young so we're even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, nothing much happened,&lt;br /&gt;Got our Chemistry results,&lt;br /&gt;I think my paper was kinda marked wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not very sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent Haziq my hoodie to surprise Mrs Loe, again.&lt;br /&gt;More or less failed as always though.&lt;br /&gt;Had band after school,&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 people in the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Ended with 5.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my sense of&amp;nbsp;rhythm&amp;nbsp;went.. totally off.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Kok Foo after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have piano lessons tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to it,&lt;br /&gt;I estimate that my hair will take about 19 days to grow back to it's normal volume,&lt;br /&gt;Provided it grows at a rate of 0.1 cm per day.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I really need to brush up on my posting skills,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the sucky post(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-3259073452819297845?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3259073452819297845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/3259073452819297845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/skyway-avenue-goes-screamo.html' title='Skyway Avenue goes Screamo!'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1762124443542755245</id><published>2009-05-18T17:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:34:09.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a pen and call me Mr. Benzene, but don't let the doctor in, I wanna let off steam.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much today,&lt;br /&gt;Same boring life.&lt;br /&gt;Li Cheng came to my house at like, 9 am,&lt;br /&gt;After he like, forced me to let him come.&lt;br /&gt;Ate order-in&amp;nbsp;Macdonald's,&lt;br /&gt;Played some Xbox, showed him Dragonica,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by table tennis, the latter which I seriously suck at,&lt;br /&gt;As do I at all sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked the tennis court for 12 but it started raining,&lt;br /&gt;It went on for about 15 minutes then we went down,&lt;br /&gt;While it was still&amp;nbsp;drizzling, played tennis,&lt;br /&gt;Practically ruined any chance of a proper game&amp;nbsp;with my horrible skills,&lt;br /&gt;However I think I'd be much better at baseball,&lt;br /&gt;Or softball as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of doing the online assignments but,&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely distracted by all my&amp;nbsp;desktop&amp;nbsp;applications and bookmarks,&lt;br /&gt;Also finding the discussion threads disturbing,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it seems like only a small fraction of,&lt;br /&gt;The school's population bothered to voice out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Finally finished all the assignments, well, most of them anyway,&lt;br /&gt;The discussions I didn't participate in.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crash course during my math&amp;nbsp;tuition&amp;nbsp;and even so,&lt;br /&gt;I only did 3 questions of the coordinate geometry quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah, it just&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me that there's school tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be getting back our first few papers (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;Hope mine&amp;nbsp;doesn't come back drenched in red,&lt;br /&gt;And on second thought, I retract that statement and apply it to everyone I know,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"If you know me you know how uncool I am. I stutter, wear bad clothes, make bad jokes, make conversation uncomfortable, the list goes on. Thank you for making me feel okay." &lt;br /&gt;-Peter Wentz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Edit2: Great, what happened was that I didn't do my&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;assignment 2,&lt;br /&gt;Because I could not find the second video whose link was non-visible,&lt;br /&gt;That is, until Jonas pointed it out to Kok Foo who pointed it out to me.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently the test ends at 5pm,&lt;br /&gt;My defense on this situation would be that the link,&lt;br /&gt;For the second video could not be clearly seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1762124443542755245?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1762124443542755245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1762124443542755245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-pen-and-call-me-mr-benzene-but.html' title='Give me a pen and call me Mr. Benzene, but don&apos;t let the doctor in, I wanna let off steam.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-7110181797976750766</id><published>2009-05-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:55:25.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5+5=2x5</title><content type='html'>Yeah, sorry I updated so late,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today (or yesterday) I basically didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;Anything that might interest you all.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I'll just go on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my Grandma's,&lt;br /&gt;Left my computer on to finish downloading Dragonica.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, finally finished downloading the setup,&lt;br /&gt;Tried clicking it but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Played bass for a while then the setup screen finally popped out.&lt;br /&gt;Finished setup and started playing.&lt;br /&gt;It's like super laggy I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it's my computer or their servers.&lt;br /&gt;Quite an okay game I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'll be or would want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Hooked&amp;nbsp;at this point for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to my Grandma's (Mother's side)&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner, then went&amp;nbsp;grocery&amp;nbsp;shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Did that then watched star trek,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the show,&lt;br /&gt;Think my inner child did too.&lt;br /&gt;Nice how they reasoned that a paradox,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't happen because they were now in an alternate reality.&lt;br /&gt;It's like reading the mind of someone who's reading yours,&lt;br /&gt;And it'l be all " I know that you know that I know that you......" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad my Xbox is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe it &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; work but the hard disk's corrupted,&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my saves and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;If I want to play my Xbox again I'd need to start over,&lt;br /&gt;As well as spend money buying a new hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to rant how low the Mrt or Lrt handles are,&lt;br /&gt;It's like they purposely positioned them,&lt;br /&gt;Such that I'd smack into them whenever I boarded or exited the train.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it's also partly my fault for not looking where I go,&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-7110181797976750766?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7110181797976750766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/7110181797976750766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/552x5.html' title='5+5=2x5'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-8351666245488539337</id><published>2009-05-17T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:13:32.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if we needed a title, this post will be nothing.</title><content type='html'>Didn't do much today,&lt;br /&gt;Finished Miracle during drum lessons,&lt;br /&gt;I almost have the syncopation down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to download Dragonica,&lt;br /&gt;If manage to be patient and actually finish downloading it,&lt;br /&gt;It'l be a heck in a long time since I played an mmorpg.&lt;br /&gt;Also considering getting the Windows 7 beta,&lt;br /&gt;Reviews say it's much faster than vista,&lt;br /&gt;But it also seems&amp;nbsp;complicated&amp;nbsp;to install though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy your long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-8351666245488539337?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8351666245488539337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/8351666245488539337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-if-we-needed-title-this-post-will-be.html' title='As if we needed a title, this post will be nothing.'/><author><name>Evan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390314604010142382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JjuPiUdheMg/TDsas_Qc0vI/AAAAAAAAATg/SAM7_J8wTtk/S220/Ice+Skating+Evan.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604985225912321645.post-1738720327501021377</id><published>2009-05-15T23:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:38:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.. Not pink enough, needs more.</title><content type='html'>Didn't really do much today.&lt;br /&gt;Had piano lesson in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with my grandparents after that.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pizza Hut at Lot 1,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Crystal Jade at Orchard due to time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is like seriously.. immature.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Darren's house after that.&lt;br /&gt;Helped with some lightings,&lt;br /&gt;Played Red Alert 3.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy&amp;nbsp;Macdonald's&amp;nbsp;before going home,&lt;br /&gt;The pink cup doesn't look that pink,&lt;br /&gt;I would describe it more of transparent,&lt;br /&gt;Still a rather nice coke glass though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also spoilt my phone.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AGAIN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling is screwed so please restrict yourself to sms-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;Any inconvenience is regretted,&lt;br /&gt;And so is the dropping of my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I find this post too short to be appropriate so&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna add in the lyrics for random Fall Out Boy songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"The Take Over, The Breaks Over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- as written in the album cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Baby seasons change but people don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;And I'll always be waiting in the back room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I'm boring but overcompensate with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Headlines and flash photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Style your wake for fashion magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We don't fight fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;They say your head can be a prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Then these are just conjugal visits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;People will dissect us till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;This doesn't mean a thing anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We're dropped and well concealed in secret places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We don't fight fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I'm Like A Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Otherwise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(Me + You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Last year's wishes&lt;br /&gt;Are this year's apologies&lt;br /&gt;Every last time I come home&lt;br /&gt;I take my last chance&lt;br /&gt;To burn a bridge or two&lt;br /&gt;I only keep myself this sick in the head&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how the words get you off&lt;br /&gt;We're the new face of failure&lt;br /&gt;Prettier and younger but not any better off&lt;br /&gt;Bullet proof loneliness&lt;br /&gt;At best, At best&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;Setting in a honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;If I woke up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Setting in a honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;Collect the bad habits&lt;br /&gt;That you couldn't bare to keep&lt;br /&gt;Out of the woods but I love&lt;br /&gt;A tree I used to lay beneath&lt;br /&gt;Kissed teeth stained red&lt;br /&gt;From a sour bottle baby girl&lt;br /&gt;With eyes the size of baby worlds&lt;br /&gt;The best way&lt;br /&gt;To make it through&lt;br /&gt;With hearts and wrists intact&lt;br /&gt;Is to realize&lt;br /&gt;Two out of three ain't bad&lt;br /&gt;Ain't bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604985225912321645-1738720327501021377?l=thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1738720327501021377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604985225912321645/posts/default/1738720327501021377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaivetebreakaway.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm-not-pink-enough-needs-more.html' title='Hmm.. 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