<?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-9028078846448725723</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:40:49.893-08:00</updated><category term='emo la emo'/><category term='Annoyed'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='fuck my life'/><category term='Mou Liu'/><category term='Day to day'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='hmmm?'/><title type='text'>Painkillers for the Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>shuyi go bye bye wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stupid messed up sleeping time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When uni starts imma be stuffed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, Shuyi is leaving for melb and somehow uni aint gonna be the same without her around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I shall cope without her telling me when assignments are due!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;when to start on my assignments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what to revise for exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and what to do for assignments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;actually....i damn hailat la *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the best to you over there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Take care and be a good maid for jia wei LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyhows imma head off since its already 5.30 and people are starting to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mmm...kaythxbai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-4894019554233168260?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/4894019554233168260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-2418724932361464807</id><published>2010-06-01T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:37:11.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mou Liu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>whispers of clarity comes through clearer than the screams of insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;Its the time when the library is packed, empty tutorial rooms are occupied and musa lounge is closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No foos =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;on a random note, i found my folders with all them sasau songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;from hardstyle to jumpstyle, vocal trance to psytrance, drums and bass to electro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;gawd i missed listening to vocal trance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;soothing yet invigorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;awesome ballz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;okay back to INT2050/2040 or FTV1050&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dunno la..maybe ill just call it a night and sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;kaythxbai =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-2418724932361464807?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-5524417172963445473</id><published>2010-05-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:19:09.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Bare with me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How i wish i could relive these moments in Melbourne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sitting under a clear black sky lit up by the moon and specks of lights, satellites; easily mistaken for stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In a place so foreign, but close to the heart with family around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The occasional chilling winter night breeze provides shivers; a cigarette in between my fingers and in the other hand, a bottle of lime flavored Bacardi Breezer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Calming silence with the occasional rustle of branches that lets me know im not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That carefree feeling which overtakes and sweeps away worldly troubles, even for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The pleasant, peaceful state that lingers for a moment before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wake up and realize, how much i yearn to just enjoy that blissful moment all over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe with friends...or alone again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It does not really matter cause i'm feeling like i'm feeling like i'm tied in knots by stress and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So why don't we take a moment to stop what we're doing and just remember to BREATHE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-5524417172963445473?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/5524417172963445473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2010/05/bare-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/5524417172963445473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/5524417172963445473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2010/05/bare-with-me.html' title='Bare with me..'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-1136072454433180815</id><published>2010-03-02T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:22:09.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day'/><title type='text'>routine: same shit, different day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And so after 4 long months, uni has started again...&lt;br /&gt;its kinda nice being back in a crowded uni except that trying to find a spot in the parking lot is as hard as looking for an ounce of weed in a heap of tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;Missed just bumming around uni making countless trips to the smoking hut or the main gate to have a fag, gossiping, jokes and funneh shit happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized tho that this sem isnt gonna be as easy as the last 2...&lt;br /&gt;well for 1 thing, EHN2407 is a fkn killer!&lt;br /&gt;ONE assignment worth 50% and if u fuck that up...well you're fucked aint ya?&lt;br /&gt;then there's INT2040/2050 both taught by the diabolical Sheila!&lt;br /&gt;speak of her name and any art student doing INT will cringe in disgust...&lt;br /&gt;all in all she's one strict bitch..&lt;br /&gt;and as if taking one of her classes isnt bad enough, most ppl have taken 2 of her classes..&lt;br /&gt;surviving this sem is gonna be one of my fucking greatest accomplishments ay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least film studies is alright...plenty of hot girls in my tutorial eh shafiq? ;)&lt;br /&gt;neways im off to make sense or at least try to off the authorship n writing reader...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-1136072454433180815?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-3524899475546995741</id><published>2010-02-05T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:16:30.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the new year and chinese new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, in between those two occasions, its usually the time where i start getting my resolutions for the year down.&lt;br /&gt;I actually take the time to filter out nonsensical resolutions and set proper ones which i actually keep...for quite a long time =p&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im gonna list 'em out cause...well i dont really know what else to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save up enough money to get my sis a really really NICE/AWESOME/KICKASS wedding present! (estimated costs: RM1000-1500?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn bout photography and picture editing so i can take some decent photos at my sis's wedding. (anyone willing to help on this??)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep to my daily workout routine and find some time to hit the gym, preferably 2-3 times a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut down on.....junk food (mainly fast food and mamak....ive stopped eating chips n stuff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well that's bout it i guess =X&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reasonable wouldnt you say?&lt;br /&gt;DEFINATELY gonna be keeping the first two resolutions, 3 and 4...i guess ill try muh best!&lt;br /&gt;Neways, marketing finals is next week...approx 4 days away =(&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks that its got hurdles...scoring well for my mid-sem and assignments dont really provide much comfort!&lt;br /&gt;Business students....i just gotta say,&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS THAT YOU AINT ARTS STUDENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, im outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao outside mudafucka!&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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year...'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-1920958961989059426</id><published>2010-01-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:05:49.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you jumpstart, i kickstart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks fiq for reminding me i still had a blog lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school pretty much kept me busy during the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;Though i cant wait to be done with it and enjoy a month of proper holidays.&lt;br /&gt;4 months of holidays isnt fun...gets really dull really fast and then you spend most of your time thinking what to do with yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways..&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know what to write bout so i guess thats bout it,&lt;br /&gt;till i get my mojo back wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai!&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/9028078846448725723-1920958961989059426?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/1920958961989059426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-jumpstart-i-kickstart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/1920958961989059426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/1920958961989059426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-jumpstart-i-kickstart.html' title='you jumpstart, i kickstart.'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-2798481092730999061</id><published>2009-12-03T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:40:18.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><title type='text'>Sell your words for what they're worth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mannn am i glad i passed all my subs =)&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do as badly as i expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows dont you ever get fed up of being told the same thing over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end it doesnt happen?&lt;br /&gt;Ever get sick and tired of hearing stuff ppl say&lt;br /&gt;i.e...&lt;br /&gt;Owh we'll talk bout it after your exams, gotta let me see your results first.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;owh sure, dont fail anything and we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea i get that alot. ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;Most of it from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Im just fed up of him telling me shit and in the end he keeps pushing it on and on...&lt;br /&gt;i got back my results and told him bout em..&lt;br /&gt;no response.. okay so i assumed its fine then...&lt;br /&gt;the moment i asked him 'when you getting me a car'&lt;br /&gt;he starts telling me shit and expects me to swallow it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn im just soo fucking cut right now.&lt;br /&gt;if he gives me anymore shit i'll fucking snap back at him!!&lt;br /&gt;i believe in keeping your words.&lt;br /&gt;if you arent willing to live up to what you say then dont say it.&lt;br /&gt;meh...&lt;br /&gt;So much rubbish yet not abit of truth to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find things people say without placing any thoughts or emotions&lt;br /&gt;worthless..&lt;br /&gt;very worthless..&lt;br /&gt;so the next time you wanna say something &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mean it&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keep to it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cause im getting fed up with ppl who do otherwise and think its gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;yea well if u wanna try me, just wonder how alright you'll be after im done with you.&lt;br /&gt;ill abuse you verbally, physically, mentally, and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;and ill do it so badly that you'd be peeing the truth out of every single orifice in your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay *deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;lol angry doh =P&lt;br /&gt;neways im glad to still be alive after almost dying from anticipation of getting my results..&lt;br /&gt;sighhh&lt;br /&gt;okaylah thats bout it wtf&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-2798481092730999061?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-2495091080405209239</id><published>2009-11-29T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:03:49.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>livin my life at a hundred miles per hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Itunes should be getting sick of playing : Never Leave You  - Tinchy Strider ft Amelle Berrabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ive got a theory that how much my blog is updated is in relation to how happening my life is.&lt;br /&gt;The more happening my life, the more it gets updated, whereas the more i rot at home the more my blog rots along with me wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this moment..im done recovering frm partying but my wallet....uhhhh okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home over the weekend has been kinda nice for a change..&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with lots of sleep and...errr... more sleep =p&lt;br /&gt;But its kinda annoying having the thought of your results coming out soon..&lt;br /&gt;the fear of failing and having to repeat a subject is starting to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;psychology and media studies especially!&lt;br /&gt;and i think that fear is slowly growing as it gets closer to dec 4th..&lt;br /&gt;its now at the point where im getting nightmares bout it wtf...&lt;br /&gt;pathetic innit...meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows its wierd how ppl, or more like how I see the holidays to be awesome and all.&lt;br /&gt;but its actually just a period where most of the time spent studying...&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy time spent TRYING to study..is spent doing nothing productive unless you get a job.&lt;br /&gt;but yea...most of it is spent at home..bumming, trying to keep yourself occupied..&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing bout having holidays are that you can go out minus the nagging..&lt;br /&gt;yea...going out 3-4 times a day without getting nagged!&lt;br /&gt;i still get nagged....but for other reasons.*coughspeedingcough*&lt;br /&gt;sigh...im scared shitless mate! i dont fucking wanna fail =(&lt;br /&gt;gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think ive annoyed you guys enough...&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-2495091080405209239?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/2495091080405209239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/11/livin-my-life-at-hundred-miles-per-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='Day to day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mou Liu'/><title type='text'>Come on and bring it ye poofter!!! you wanna go cunt!?! c'mon lets go faggit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On replay : Stevie Hoang - Shawty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange title innit? but that's one bit from the many stories told at the engagement "afterparty" wtf..&lt;br /&gt;anyhows its just hilarious the stories told by them...thinking bout it just makes me wonder how'd they even survive up till now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay onto what this post is really about.. friggin lighters !&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it doesnt matter if ur a smoker or not, but if u own a lighter or carry one around with ya,&lt;br /&gt;you'd prob lost quite a few now haven't ya!&lt;br /&gt;it's either you left it lying around and forgot to take it, or some jackass swipes it right under ur nose.&lt;br /&gt;oh...but do not despair!&lt;br /&gt;you can easily replace it just borrow n forget to return, or swipe that lighter lying around ”unclaimed”!&lt;br /&gt;well you must really be wondering or at least started to wonder after seeing this sentence &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*dickhead!*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; why i wrote this post.&lt;br /&gt;its all cuz i lost the tiny 'bic' lighter i bought in melb!! knn i didnt even have it for 2 weeks and its already gone! =(&lt;br /&gt;that is why ive decided not to take my other tiny lighter out wtf...&lt;br /&gt;and the cheap lighters i use shall have the flame maxed out!&lt;br /&gt;some ppl might say why the hell am i wasting gas for?&lt;br /&gt;o yea? you like saving gas so much? its not like you'll finish the gas before it gets swiped innit?&lt;br /&gt;so just be careful the next time ya wanna use ma lighter, cuz it just might burn ur brow right off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways thats bout all i wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-6058532979224963396?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/6058532979224963396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-yeh-cunt-come-on-and-bring-it-ye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/6058532979224963396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/6058532979224963396'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;but me aunt just had to decide to make a cake!&lt;br /&gt;mannn...the sound of the mixer is soooo flippin annoying i'd go clubbing baby seals if i could make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;so yea i didn't get to sleep and now i'm not sleepy anymore! *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;geezzzzz!!!! sibeh annoyed la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i read a mate's post on his blog bout how ppl talk on msn..&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if anyone could help me out frm personal experience or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;why would you ask someone to "take k" when you actually mean "take care"!&lt;br /&gt;does it seem like you care if you ask a friend to induce themselves with ketamine?&lt;br /&gt;if u really did care you'd take the HUMONGOUS effort to write "care" instead of "k"..&lt;br /&gt;dumbshits -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto other things.. things are starting to get dull...anyone wanna lepak pls buzz me =(&lt;br /&gt;if i stay at home..ill just lock myself in my room and watch old movies n tv series over and over and over and over.......again!&lt;br /&gt;o yeah...results are gonna be out on dec 4th....fml!!!&lt;br /&gt;so little time left =x&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna hang out wtf?&lt;br /&gt;o yea and to my uni mates....&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT AS HAPPENING AS YOU THINK I AM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* okay thennn...&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-1513247977682589563?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/1513247977682589563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-my-life-give-me-hope-my-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>trippy trip trippin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Before i go on wasting ur time...MoS The Annual 2010 is just mad!!! bloody addictive sick shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..onto more proper stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first two weeks of hols was sooo packed!&lt;br /&gt;Ive just only found time to catch up on sleep i lost during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering what ive been up to,&lt;br /&gt;go get a drink and some snacks and make yourself comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;cause im gonna fkn bore you mind out wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i headed off to melb for a week cause my sis is getting engaged..&lt;br /&gt;and apparently there's like some ceremony in vietnamese culture..&lt;br /&gt;ye my sis got engaged to a viet dude...he's just fkn awesome lol&lt;br /&gt;im just saying that cuz he gave me his htc touch cruise..wtf i loike !&lt;br /&gt;neways...got to melb, caught up with the 3 diff groups of friends i have there...&lt;br /&gt;yesh 3 separate group of friends...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i had to go help out to set things up for the engagement..&lt;br /&gt;i think i should have fkn charged him for it!&lt;br /&gt;i was worked soo damn hard for a supposedly "simple" engagement party...&lt;br /&gt;YEAH SUREEE...apparently their definition of simple is quite different!&lt;br /&gt;but anyways 2 boxes of wine was gone in 3 hours..and after everyone left, some friends stuck around and fuckkkk was i off my face by 6pm..&lt;br /&gt;amazingly i still managed to help clear up and miraculously not break anything =X&lt;br /&gt;but the moment i got back to my sis's place i just crashed on the couch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have slept till the next day but...!&lt;br /&gt;i woke up still feeling fucked and went down to the city and smoked up..&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...that was some gooood shit..&lt;br /&gt;but being baked and wasted wasnt a smart thing..&lt;br /&gt;i just passed out and slept till the next day on the couch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was the most eventful bit of my trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been drinking everyday since i got back...meh im gonna be outta cash by the end of next week,&lt;br /&gt;anyways im off to get back more sleep wtf..and im still friggin blur since i got back frm melb =/&lt;br /&gt;mmmkaythxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-6544210837371537131?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/6544210837371537131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/11/trippy-trip-trippin.html#comment-form' 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type='text'>Things i want to get done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get another piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Start hitting the gym again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Look for two new belts..one black and one white wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe 1 more piercing wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;prob should get a pair of futsal shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;new sneakers cuz mah pumas are wrecked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;go shopping cuz my wardrobe consists mostly of zara basic tees, cotton on polo's and jayjays tees..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;prob get another pair of lacoste shoes...definately not them gay pointy white shoes my sis's bf got though =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a watch for daily use cause ma swatch has 2 huge cracks and heaps of scratches =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;all that after i study my ass off for 3 more weeks!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;looking forward to the partying after the exams too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nudge*juneshuyishafiqtanandeveryoneelsewtf* nudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;wtfkaythxbai timetostudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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done...'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-7339323072811818688</id><published>2009-10-09T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:55:14.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's gonna help me most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;amn i've been so caught up with assignments,tests,presentations...the lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm seriously doubting i'd manage to survive in aus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyways.. exams is in bout 3 weeks time...and i haven't even started studying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't even have time for my shit anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weekly futsal sessions, mahjong session wtf, hardly even have time to go out for yumcha anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;makes me wonder why im wasting my time when my priority is to get my degree..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seriously...why should i be wasting my time doing other stuff when i should be going through my com1020 reader or starting on my assignments earlier so i dont stay up all night rushing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe i should just cut out EVERYTHING and start STUDYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and now i get annoyed when ppl msg me on msn talking bout stuff that does not relate to the stupid assignments im doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well if you've got any ideas then i'd be happy to talk to you wtf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe if i just studied and not care bout anything else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wont get nagged by my parents so often -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and if i just studied i'd save a heap of money by not going out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and my allowance is already miserable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe from now on till i graduate...its gonna be me and my books..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no time for emotions...happiness,sadness...whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just me and books all the way wtf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lifeless sial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyways its almost 4am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time to go on with my music assignment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;farkinfeddupadyladiuwtf~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-7339323072811818688?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/7339323072811818688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-901336612387834532</id><published>2009-09-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:53:07.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm?'/><title type='text'>where i need to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I friggin miss melb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i miss the weather, the lifestyle, the freedom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;since coming back to msia..ive havent felt relaxed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;prob cause the weather sucks balls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the traffic sucks even bigger balls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and the stuff going on around kl sucks huge balls wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anyways my uni mates are all exchanging sometime next year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i might have a chance to go back there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but this time...ive got friends going along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so i guess ill have friends in uni and on the outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;which means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wont be stuck at home working my ass off like some maid for my sis n her bf wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as if id ever work my ass off doing house chores LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but yeaa...ive been longing to head back to melb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and ive almost made up my mind that id wanna settle down there in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its gonna be my escape..my solace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o and cars are heaps cheaper over there =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kaythxbaiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-901336612387834532?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/901336612387834532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo la emo'/><title type='text'>Change..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I knew what was gonna happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i still ignored it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i reminded myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i still went through with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;change will always lead to more change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;for better or for worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it will always happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;stupidity got the best of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and now things are falling apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;not bit by bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nor by chunks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;everything just crumbled in an instant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what i tried so hard to keep together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just fell apart in a second..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what i placed my blood, sweat and tears into creating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just vanished in a moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i tried so desperately to stick them all back into place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nothing seems to fit back where they belong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so much for giving change a chance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i cant help but feel responsible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;for causing their pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;for their distress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;for their loss in trust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fuck this..im done with change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as soon as i get things back to normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;im not going to try and be a smartass and change things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that is if they ever go back to normal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i doubt so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and so ive got nothing else to lose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause ive lost what meant everything to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='Change..'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-4986558952187007920</id><published>2009-08-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:00:28.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mou Liu'/><title type='text'>Cheap and cheerful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cant seem to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i ended up sittin in front of my comp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in the dark..wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The huge ass mosquito in my room is starting to be a huge annoyance as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh and i think its following me..and i cant seem to kill it wtf!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, assignments are on their way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hopefully the provide enough distraction so i dont go thinking too much bout stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;either that or i start slitting my wrists with a straw and end up with broken straws and burns on my wrists -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;or i could join a gym and end up a gym junkie doin steroids and start bein a masochist lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sometimes i annoy myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes..it does happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and yes i know i hou mou liu at times =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh and apparently watching top gear helps me sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nothing like watching a middle aged man chase sheeps on a car track..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;or hearing the lousy reviews of cheap cars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;mmkay nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-4986558952187007920?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/4986558952187007920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheap-and-cheerful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/4986558952187007920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/4986558952187007920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheap-and-cheerful.html' title='Cheap and cheerful!'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-8864033197609349760</id><published>2009-08-08T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:33:13.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>itchy backside wtf -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My saturdays now are just dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;stuck at home till the evening where i'd take any car available in the hse and meet up with my high school friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but before that..my usual saturday ritual was to wake up before 12,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;have lunch..and be off for english tuition from 1.30 till 4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but why english tuition you may wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont really know as well la..ive been going to some old lady's hse somewhere around old klang road weekly to have my english worked on since i was 5..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;geez..come to think of it, i had a sad childhood =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i dont think it was just me who had to endure this ritual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my sister had to go through it as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;well being there for so many years, its impossible not to pick some stuff up along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ive learnt loads. Some unwillingly forced into my head and some outta wanting to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, after havin that tuition..id be rushed off for another tuition in pj..at another old lady's house wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;this time it was 5 till 7, sometimes longer when exams were coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;every single lesson we had to do rumusan or a karangan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;which was fucked up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause me having an itchy backside would always compete with a friend from VI trying to get the highest marks wtf..yes i was kinda childish =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i hated it when that old lady would have 3+ hour classes when PMR or SPM was nearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was always on a sunday morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;who the hell sacrifices sleeping in on a sunday to study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it aint me for sure ! but i went anyways wtf!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now...my saturdays are made up of me waking up in time for lunch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;having lunch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bumming online for awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;going back to sleep (piggo ma wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;take what car is at home and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;go out till past midnight -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;btw yes yes i know my blog is wordy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but what to do..i memang malas nak load pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kay thx bai !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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title='itchy backside wtf -.-'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-3830415150478633536</id><published>2009-07-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:42:36.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm?'/><title type='text'>Now we've grown up la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've had this thought stuck in my head for sometime already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As we grow up..the things that we want start to change as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you were say 13 years old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;you thought that having the latest handphones made you cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;having a psp or some gaming console made u even cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'd waste the money you've saved up on the newest phones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and when a new one came out..you'd do it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;By the time you reached form 4 or form 5, u started paying more attention to what brands you bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;if nobody heard of it, you wouldnt buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it didnt matter if it looked nice, as long as it branded it was alright with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then you got out of high school and had your ass thrown into college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now it was about pimpin up ur car and clubbing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'd spend huge amounts getting your car a bitchin bodykit, spoiler and a kickass sound system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leaving you shit broke for a while or longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then there's the weekly ritual of clubbing for some,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;where they'd waste money just to get pissed drunk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways im at the stage of my life where my materialistic needs are contented..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;psp, ipod, a phone (which is gonna fall apart anytime), notebook..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;now where's my car so i can waste money on it wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mmmkay ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-3830415150478633536?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/3830415150478633536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-weve-grown-up-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/3830415150478633536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/3830415150478633536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-weve-grown-up-la.html' title='Now we&apos;ve grown up la!'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-3399929414863046759</id><published>2009-07-24T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:21:47.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>the younger days..wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back in kindergarten it was all good. You learned simple maths where 1 + 1 = 2 and not 1+1=10, read Peter and Jane books and when it came to break time you took out a tupperware which ur mom prepared for you, usually sausages or sandwiches. Yet there were a couple of super embarassing moments when you had to put on ur mom's make up for some play and your friend would laugh at one another, telling each other how stupid they looked or when your friend soiled their pants because they were too scared to go to the toilet alone after you told your friend you saw a ghost in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;You remember the times when your mother and father would quarrel but you always never knew the reason for each fit they threw at one another. There were times when you would stand behind the closed door of their room to make sense out of their shouts and screams and occasionally you would end up crying for them to stop. Although you were curious, you never dared to ask them about their fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Power Rangers was aired on TV, you were so intrigued with it up to a point where you were even reluctant to take a shit when Power Rangers was on TV although the head of the poo nugget had already peeked out from your butthole. That is just how cool Power Rangers was back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then there was the first day of primary school. For the first week the school would be infested with parents and other kids like you who were crying half the time for no goddamn reason! During lunch hours in primary school, Police and Thief was the best shit ever. It was the best shit ever when you were a Thief but it was the worst shit ever when you were a Police because being a Police was bloody hell tiring since there wasn't a House for you to rest. You also hated the game when you were a Police because of its stupid rules - you catch a thief, thief goes to jail, thief number two runs to the jail, thief number two touches any thief that's inside the jail and that thief is free to roam around again. It was a never ending process. Since you were only in Standard 1 at that time, the Standard 2 kids would pick on you and most of the time you were forced into becoming a Police. You hated that. But you still played Police and Thief every fucking day because it was the best shit ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There were also times in class where you got free lessons and you and your friends got together and played pens where you had to knock all the other pens off the table. There were also the times where you bragged and told your friends that you had five sports cars at home, five maids, a house with twenty rooms, your own TV in your room, three Playstation consoles, twenty Gameboys and five computers at home but in actual fact you were a big fat liar that only had a rundown Proton Saga, one maid, a house with three rooms, an alarm radio in your room, one Playstation console, one Gameboy and one computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Later on you remember having thoughts of how your life as an eleven year old city kid was different from kids living in villages and small towns. You played Final Fantasy VII on Playstation whilst they went skinny dipping in murky rivers and lakes. You played Starcraft and Warcraft on PC whilst they climbed Pak Din's rambutan tree to steal the fruits. You were hooked on Dragonball and Rockman comics whilst they lost limbs or died playing meriam buloh. You also remember that it was a trend to write in autograph books back then.Writing all your hobbies, favourite food/drink, email address, icq number(assuming you could memorize it or even know how to use it) etc, etc. You clearly remember a certain poem you wrote in one of your classmate's autograph book that went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drink hot coffee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drink hot tea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Burn your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You remember breezing through UPSR and your parents boasted about your results to all your relatives whilst you boasted about your 250 bucks to your friends, 50 bucks for each A you scored. At 12 years old, you were a dumb kid who didn't know how to splash your cash on remodelling your car, porn mags, alcohol or cigarettes so you saved up all of it in your trusty piggy bank to which your older sibling sneakily smashed it, stole all of it and when you questioned them about it, they told you that he/she needed to "borrow" some cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then it was the first day of high school. No one soiled their pants in class like primary school. But you did soil your pants that night and it wasn't brown or black in colour; it was of a foggy white coloured translucent liquid, very much like barley water left to sit in the fridge for over a week. At that point, you realized that you became a child all over again because you bloody hell wet your pants again just like when you were 4 years old. Although you already got a piece of plastic with your face looking all wierd, you weren't any less playful. As much as you enjoyed testing out those kung fu moves you saw on TV on your sibling, you found out that there was another game that was more enjoyable than playing timbang with bottle caps from beer bottles or playing masak-masak with dolls with your sibling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The game was that whenever you were in the showers, you almost always never missed out on aiming the shower head on your crotch because you thought that it was the best shit that had ever happened to you, even better than the time when you popped some Crackle Pops into your mouth which would start fizzing and popping. Later on, you found the game to be more effective when you choked the shit out of your faucet with your mighty righty and pounded on it like there's always a tomorrow, to which tomorrow came and you did it again..and then, and again..and again..and sometimes you never managed any because halfway through, someone would barge into the room and you freaked and pulled up your trousers and you put on a straight face right away and went on pretending as if you were checking your Hotmail inbox or playing Neopets wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From then on, your life changed helluva' lot. You remember freaking out when you had a moustache growing on your pubic region and thinking that it looked like an uncooked duck with its neck still intact. You remember how your opinions about girls changed from thinking that they were disgusting and annoying competitors in class because the number one student in the class WAS always a girl to thinking that they were the ones who could make you the coolest guy in school because you could couple up with a girl and boast to your buddies that you've got a girlfriend. It was then when your opinions impelled your sexual urges and you soon became flirtatious towards that girl whom you thought was the best looking in the whole form but in actual fact she was just mediocre because all girls without make-up are mediocre and that's why nowadays girls as young as twelve are using cosmetics just so they won't look mediocre but too bad they all look wierd just because they haven't fully developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You still recall how you used to steal a few glances at her during lunch time and how you used to look for excuses to exchange a few words with her. Although you were a newbie at courtship, your lack of confidence didn't hinder you from obtaining her MSN and not ICQ because ICQ's popularity was going downhill at that time due its fleeing users who were sickened by that "&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;UH-OH&lt;/span&gt;",there's also that pissant ugly fat fuck girl from school is online now and sends me a message so I think I should go on invisible status now. You didn't know better at that time. You really didn't because you were a fucking nOOb at flirting. You very well remember how you overused this sequence of conversation whenever you saw her online:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hi! Don't see you online too often nowadays. I missed you lah. You got miss me anot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or when she answered the phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hello! How was school today? Didn't really get to speak with you during lunch time. I missed you lah. You got miss me or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to which she would always reply:&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and you would pause for a bit to think of something to say to her because she would never say anything else after that "Hehe". Then there was your first girlfriend. You still remember how you coupled up with her. You asked her, "Will you be my girlfriend?", as simple as that, very much like how any pathethic, unromantic guy would ask someone to marry them by popping the question, "Will you marry me?" instead of saying, "Baobei, let's shag the shit out of each other tonight because I want to impregnate you so that we'll have no choice but to get married and live happily ever after". So, that was the stupidest way of getting yourself committed, but it was extremely effective in a noobish kind of way since both you and here were fucking noobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She was your girlfriend and you were her boyfriend. It was only a status and nothing else happened, not even a lousy peck on the cheek because once again you were a fucking Noob (and a fucking Saibot). After two months or so, you told her that you were bored of the whole thing and said that you and her were better off as friends. She was cool with it and so it ended just like that. But some of you might have clinged on longer and when you were fed up of staring at her face most of the time you were in school, you asked for a break up and she went into &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EMO-MODE&lt;/span&gt; gao gao. And after that you avoided each other acted as if the other was some retard you did not want to be related with, while she started rumours bout you having acne on your ass and you telling your friends that you've found a hotter girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After that you had to sit through PMR which you didnt study for till the last minute and still manage to get pretty good grades and would be thankful to the students in the kampungs for bringing the marking scale down to save ur ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive written enough here to cover my first batch of assignments..&lt;br /&gt;Boredom makes me super productive...&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..or not..or wtf..&lt;br /&gt;kaythxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-3399929414863046759?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/3399929414863046759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/younger-dayswtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/3399929414863046759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/3399929414863046759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/younger-dayswtf.html' title='the younger days..wtf'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-1971515367684905009</id><published>2009-07-23T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:08:41.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck my life'/><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shuyi just made me realise something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The manager of my course who's a guy acts really nice around guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's usually all dulan and shit when dealing with girls but its a WHOLE different story when it comes to dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just noticed that he's always really nice and all when i go to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's worst is he REMEMBERS MY NAME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;holyasscakes!! outta hundreds of students he remembers my name!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and he doesnt even remember the name of a huge friend of mine, who is easier to notice cuz he's HUGE la wtf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus he's so busy and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How to remember names wor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am SO &lt;strong&gt;FREAKED OUT&lt;/strong&gt; right now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and shuyi's making things worst by telling me that she notices he's got a certain smile when he talks to me wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i should go make a post on fmylife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today i noticed that my course manager at uni treats guys really nice and all but out of all the students he remembers my name and is happy whenever i go to see him. My friend thinks he's got a thing for me. FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=.= how la you tell me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-1971515367684905009?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/1971515367684905009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/1971515367684905009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It was really good seeing the gang again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Somehow things are going back to being a routine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;No more late nights...till assignments are due =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;No more going out whenever i like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;No more waking up just in time for lunch since most my classes are in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways its just the first week and things are still pretty laidback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Skipped the second half of the first lecture of the new sem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;yea..so laidback i got a feeling im gonna be skipping more lectures soon wtf!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Still haven't gotten around to start regulating my life which has gone wild..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;aih fuck it la, fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;im just gonna let things happen when they happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ok ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;kay thx bai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-2355446338568698934?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/2355446338568698934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/2355446338568698934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/2355446338568698934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more-time.html' title='One more time.'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-4553510615538643616</id><published>2009-07-17T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:37:10.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo la emo'/><title type='text'>Sedated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tuning into Walter Reed by Michael Penn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So after getting my results and having those few joyous moments basking in my success,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;things go back to the way they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes i definately am relieved that im gonna be spending 2 more years in uni instead of selling dvds at some dodgy shop in sg. wang wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i was hoping there was going to be more to it than just swift fleeting happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe a small, lingering sensation of satisfaction or maybe a lasting sting of elation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yet somehow i think i dont have the privilage to truly enjoy these feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wonder where lasting happiness can be found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause i know that that is what's missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways im off to bum around in my room with the song on repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell now what more do you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;take me to walter reed tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baby, i've lost the will for fighting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, super 7 emo dy! ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-4553510615538643616?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/4553510615538643616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/sedated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/4553510615538643616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028078846448725723/posts/default/4553510615538643616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/sedated.html' title='Sedated'/><author><name>DsmnD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02796868654734951739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028078846448725723.post-1547137409961212495</id><published>2009-07-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:07:09.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo la emo'/><title type='text'>Boredom makes me productive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so its abit plain..but hopefully its gonna get better as it goes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, i'm bored and after going through 5 seasons of House im bored again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its kinda sad that being back in kl, im still feeling bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess there's not much difference being here or in melb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking bout melb, I get asked ALOT why i came back to msia after spending a year in melb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the standard reply i've come up with is "i didnt like the life there".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;easy to get ppl to stop asking anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;who am i kidding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; staying with my sis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;loved &lt;/strong&gt;the change of scenery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; having to deal with my own problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;loved &lt;/strong&gt;the weather, retarded as it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hated&lt;/strong&gt; not being able to meet friends like i have now in uni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and im not anti-social or anything..its just that i couldnt connect with them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i did try to make an effort but after awhile i just couldnt be bothered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so yea i made more friends through my cousin and sis than at college..wierd eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sounds like i damn emo d..-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway im longing to go back to melb again..hopefully this time with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okayyy..betul betul emo ady wtf, so much for an epic first post lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaythxbai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028078846448725723-1547137409961212495?l=subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/feeds/1547137409961212495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://subliminalfrequencies.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom-makes-me-productive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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