<?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-8571802655323408726</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:51:43.719+08:00</updated><category term='icsttmeoy. help me im lost'/><category term='Ever since I knew you'/><category term='Don&apos;t you know the difference between love and like?'/><category term='Be there'/><category term='Maybe I shouldn&apos;t think so much'/><category term='emo.'/><category term='Seeing your smile makes my day.'/><category term='Ouch.'/><category term='I&apos;ll definitely start tomorrow.'/><category term='lost'/><category term='Eh. Uhh.'/><category term='I hate everyone'/><category term='Patience is they key to all your answers'/><category term='How long will this take?'/><category term='I WILL NOT QUACK AT THE PRINCIPAL'/><category term='emo no more'/><category term='Just another impulse'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='I hate myself'/><category term='Thankfully.'/><category term='lost in nowhere.'/><category term='im very sorry.'/><category term='it owns'/><category term='I hate you'/><category term='A new resolution'/><category term='Stop it.'/><category term='icsttmeoy'/><category term='i-wide'/><category term='right at the top'/><category term='isn&apos;t it?'/><category term='im really sorry.'/><category term='you taught me one of the most valuable things about how to be a better person.'/><category term='Intense yet enjoyable.'/><title type='text'>Voyage de la Vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571802655323408726.post-2257159126061321252</id><published>2012-01-27T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:47:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Constant Reminder</title><content type='html'>Oh, these important 3 weeks before the semester break kicks in for a second time.&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;6 week term could only mean that things are going to get cramped and clustered together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA(Continuous Assessment) Modular tests are only going to kick in much earlier than the final exams, however it frees up the exam period so it won't be exams day in day out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite saying all these,&amp;nbsp;it doesn't mean&amp;nbsp;tests and exams aren't going to stand in way of upkeeping a balanced lifestyle be it in times of stress and constant pressure to meet deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, here's to the usual morning ride with the Hougang Slow Riders tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly all the best to those battling long nights,&amp;nbsp;disregarding&amp;nbsp;and sacrificing sleep&amp;nbsp;in a bid to meet deadlines lining up one after another, and for the upcoming tests and exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2257159126061321252?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2257159126061321252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2257159126061321252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2257159126061321252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2257159126061321252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2012/01/constant-reminder.html' title='A Constant Reminder'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5785023999305164429</id><published>2011-12-30T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:02:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annually</title><content type='html'>This is surely going to be another post on how 2011 is coming to an end and how 2012 is here, not forgetting the standard catchphrase people are accustomed to - "Time flies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being just hours away from the end of 2011, &lt;br /&gt;there have been many&amp;nbsp;words that have never found a through passage out of my mouth;&lt;br /&gt;there have been many expressions&amp;nbsp;whereby apprehensiveness got the better of me;&lt;br /&gt;there have been many lost and found memories;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you 2011 for being unique in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have been through ups and downs;&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;cardiograph somewhat similar to the stock market, fell&amp;nbsp;in and out of love, celebrated success or tasted the bitterness of failure,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone had their very own exclusive 2011 story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;With snapshots and snippets gone virtual for some,&amp;nbsp;it could be easier to ensure traceability of the past and the current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every man should be born again on the first day of January.  Start with a fresh page.  Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;~Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--, &amp;#34;A Completed Year,&amp;#34; &lt;i&gt;Plymouth Pulpit: Sermons. October 1882-April 1883&lt;/i&gt;, 1887; CTO--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5785023999305164429?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5785023999305164429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5785023999305164429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5785023999305164429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5785023999305164429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/12/annually.html' title='Annually'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-3008098983586309613</id><published>2011-12-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:16:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-liday</title><content type='html'>Taking some time off after the 3rd term of Poly, the end of the second round of common tests welcomes the 4th term that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of term break can be short if spent meaningfully while on the other hand it can be go down the drain if improperly dwindled.&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating on whether to get a job for this hopefully short break. &lt;br /&gt;While I was&amp;nbsp;on my way home, feeling pretty relieved after&amp;nbsp;the last paper, I&amp;nbsp;thought&amp;nbsp;i'd&amp;nbsp;take a stroll and take a glance&amp;nbsp;across the various hawker stalls at the local hawker centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A familiar face picked up by my eyes, and it was no doubt, my previous employer at Student Mart.&lt;br /&gt;He seemed a little urgent, and questioned if I was able to go back and help.&lt;br /&gt;The second sentence then had the important keyword: Zhonghua&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, I think that put my hemmering aside, and the "Err" in my mind translated to a "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned he would sms me regarding the details, but till now, there has been no news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is: The last time I stepped into Zhonghua to buy uniforms was approximately 4 years ago, and now i'm going back to sell them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-3008098983586309613?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/3008098983586309613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=3008098983586309613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3008098983586309613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3008098983586309613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-liday.html' title='Ho-liday'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2903066254893635192</id><published>2011-12-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:34:23.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights, Early mornings</title><content type='html'>It's not early, considering i'm going for a morning workout tomorrow before I kick-start my daily routine of hopping on the correct shuttle bus and hitting the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will think i'm probably out of my mind; why would someone sacrifice sleep that is considered to be precious on a school day and someone else would probably make the best out of the&amp;nbsp;number of hours of&amp;nbsp;sleep he or she can get, before it develops into a sleep debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, other things are crazier. &lt;br /&gt;I was approached by a few students in campus today to write a point of concern which was revolving in my life, as claimed by them for their project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obliged, picked up the marker,&amp;nbsp;pondered for quite awhile, this has got to be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2903066254893635192?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2903066254893635192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2903066254893635192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2903066254893635192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2903066254893635192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleepless-nights-early-mornings.html' title='Sleepless nights, Early mornings'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-4620055816021064582</id><published>2011-11-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:57:34.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill In The (_Blanks_)</title><content type='html'>Semester (Two);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, can things get any faster?&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't feel as if time is passing at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the end of the&amp;nbsp;semester break in Oct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks since passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be followed by the common tests, coupled with a term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 8 weeks of lessons and final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle repeats itself again, well, for another 4 times excluding this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's been zooming past, please, let us&amp;nbsp;look back and&amp;nbsp;appreciate the micro aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowing down in the future,&amp;nbsp;in hope of just&amp;nbsp;to relinquish a little of the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4620055816021064582?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4620055816021064582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4620055816021064582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4620055816021064582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4620055816021064582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blanks.html' title='Fill In The (_Blanks_)'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-3705604418950522365</id><published>2011-10-22T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:54:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>When you never knew how a person felt unless he's pushed to his limits.&lt;br /&gt;It will make you feel in an inexplainable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder if what he has said is 100% truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the world around us changed? No longer as closely knitted as we were 50 years back, or in some remote parts in the world? (eg. Vietnam? Cambodia?)&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, two is&amp;nbsp;better than one, reliance is not something to shy away from.&lt;br /&gt;For the&amp;nbsp;adults and even the&amp;nbsp;youths, projects after projects. &lt;br /&gt;With different&amp;nbsp;people bring different intentions, mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take.&lt;br /&gt;It's not always about action-reaction, whereby both parties try to weigh each other down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;occurs&amp;nbsp;to you in the case&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;you choose to sit on the fence, put aside your differences, ego, and just continue to do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge what you have done, but never flaunt it, never hope, in your wishful thinking, to receive something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which comes in many forms, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-3705604418950522365?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/3705604418950522365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=3705604418950522365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3705604418950522365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3705604418950522365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/10/four-letter-word.html' title='The Four Letter Word'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-6933719517144135372</id><published>2011-10-20T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:03:46.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end? Or just to make way for another local drama series?</title><content type='html'>First week of school just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&amp;nbsp;remained the same: Class, Environment, Packed buses during crunch hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changed: Lecturers, Modules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hit sequel 爱 comes to a close, I believe it has put across many messages that are applicable to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commonly known, do good and you'll be blessed with good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not everyone has enjoyed the 787 episode long Taiwanese drama series, I have been following it closely for at least the last four episodes, it has engulfed me with 人情味. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt at times it has been a bit exaggerated and blown up, it is scripted this way for a purpose, to bring across a message, and it is for you to intepret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, because one of the ways to face adversity is to persevere through,&amp;nbsp;well just like how the good pulled through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6933719517144135372?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6933719517144135372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6933719517144135372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6933719517144135372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6933719517144135372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-there-any-wrong-or-right.html' title='All good things come to an end? Or just to make way for another local drama series?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-4572063919077524960</id><published>2011-09-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:34:42.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a problem in your language?</title><content type='html'>Imagine it like a jigsaw puzzle whereby you have to piece it together to get the full picture.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you tilt it, put it aside,&amp;nbsp;arrange the pieces together, it will still produce the same projected image in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process is differential but gives a same outcome. &lt;br /&gt;It could be by trial and error, a straightened-out thought which proved to be wrong, it all doesn't matter; it's the process whereby we learn and progress on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a shot at it once, twice, thrice, till we get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, with solely our words it won't set this picture right, we can only do that much, and the rest is probably up to the 1 or 2 person(s) to make that decision. &lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you make your right decisions which you deem fit. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4572063919077524960?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4572063919077524960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4572063919077524960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4572063919077524960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4572063919077524960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-problem-in-your-language.html' title='What&apos;s a problem in your language?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7009391004489600223</id><published>2011-09-07T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:42:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cut off your nose to spite your face</title><content type='html'>As far as I feel, I still prefer posting here as compared to some other social network(etc. Facebook) although some may consider this more troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think&amp;nbsp;there's a particular outstanding reason for it - but it's&amp;nbsp;the same feeling as you get, a sense of seclusion, like a&amp;nbsp;personal haven while you still stand&amp;nbsp;enrooted to&amp;nbsp;your realistic grounds.&lt;br /&gt;It could be a positive / negative thing, but at least better than bearing a grudge and getting yourself all worked out, with your thoughts angled at all different directions and imagination running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words about life: It goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a humbling experience for all and nothing much to be&amp;nbsp;disdainful or arrogant about.&lt;br /&gt;You can sometimes leave out the small details and not scrutinize everything that comes in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, let it go, this shall pass too." ; even if you sense that a particular person drops hints in your tracks expressing his/her discontent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have thrown you into a state of consternation initially, leading you to being more self-reserved, but you'll only realize that it is only towards him and not the other great people out there, and there is no need to fear, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7009391004489600223?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7009391004489600223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7009391004489600223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7009391004489600223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7009391004489600223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-cut-off-your-nose-to-spite-your.html' title='Don&apos;t cut off your nose to spite your face'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-664539448284697231</id><published>2011-08-29T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:57:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inert</title><content type='html'>It's really pointless for me to just laze around at home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I have officially declared that I have nothing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;-Vaccuum and mop the floor once every week.&lt;br /&gt;-Wash up the dishes after every meal.&lt;br /&gt;-Pack my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these,&amp;nbsp;I really need a job man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're in idle mode, your thoughts tend to drift off&amp;nbsp; a little, sometimes I wonder if they're a reflection of reality or just a one-off thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished I could see myself from someone's point a view - at least I get a rough idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing both sides of the story, the positive leaning and negative leaning side, but I'd rather assume it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, the focal point is "this", and the rest can be left aside.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you're sincere, but don't be afraid to tell me the truth, i've already prepared myself for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;You almost hardly seem pleased with what í'd told you, my replies in specific detail, it's either I get something which sounds really sarcastic, or I get nothing back at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not agitated in anyway, just feeling uncomfortable in your presence, because sometimes the thought of it just plasters up my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had the intention of always wanting to "win". We all make mistakes, but I will never know unless you tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I can never tell what's running through your mind - you might scatter hints occasionally but your thoughts will always be like a water channel circulating through your mind, and the thought of it comes crashing down like a huge wave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-664539448284697231?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/664539448284697231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=664539448284697231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/664539448284697231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/664539448284697231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/08/inert.html' title='Inert'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2527463428265278426</id><published>2011-08-14T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:38:40.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play with clay, for a "day"</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i'm getting anxious over a stack of clay.&lt;br /&gt;Come on clay, come on, dry faster!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2527463428265278426?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2527463428265278426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2527463428265278426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2527463428265278426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2527463428265278426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/08/play-with-clay-for-unique-day.html' title='Play with clay, for a &quot;day&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2966257259429493384</id><published>2011-08-10T22:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:59:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the past, treasure as of today</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="349" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/n5QkK4Cd59Y?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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="https://www.youtube.com/v/n5QkK4Cd59Y?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Old is gold.&lt;br /&gt;National Day, for me, is a day to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;How did the picture first look like and in what way did it change?&lt;br /&gt;What makes a country stronger? Mistakes? Differences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my nation's and&amp;nbsp;parents' upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gratified for my teachers' and lecturers' guidance along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm delighted to have such wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what's wrong with all the ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;I don't see what's up with the thought of migrating - just because we're a multi-racial society( don't pop me the question )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we all be content with what we have here? &lt;br /&gt;We may be small, but we still manage to obtain what we need, so what's so significant to lament about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8571802655323408726-2966257259429493384?l=mag-na-ni-mous.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-8571802655323408726.post-2131879205624058077</id><published>2011-08-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:37:31.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time since,</title><content type='html'>At this age, why must&amp;nbsp;almost everything&amp;nbsp;always revolve about the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;The adolescence in us, &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;long before we were naive and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on for 3 years it's going to be hard to find a common topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You can't force it, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2131879205624058077?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2131879205624058077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2131879205624058077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2131879205624058077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2131879205624058077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-long-time-since.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time since,'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1701714534732952608</id><published>2011-07-17T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:14:05.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a clue</title><content type='html'>Now, what's the point of sharing when it's going to spread like wildfire?&lt;br /&gt;To find&amp;nbsp;a tap&amp;nbsp;which doesn't leak is like patching a broken mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1701714534732952608?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1701714534732952608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1701714534732952608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1701714534732952608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1701714534732952608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-make-sound.html' title='Not a clue'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5923871650013877218</id><published>2011-07-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:39:45.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipside</title><content type='html'>&lt;table 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://media.photobucket.com/image/carnival%20ride/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/carnivalrides1.jpg?o=1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/carnivalrides1.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;&amp;nbsp;Displacement&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;The demon will subdue the angel and the angel will subdue the demon.&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;We all have our ups and downs, and how we handle the situation defines how we look like in the eyes of others.&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/8571802655323408726-5923871650013877218?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5923871650013877218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5923871650013877218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5923871650013877218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5923871650013877218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/07/flipside.html' title='Flipside'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8043559802125131561</id><published>2011-07-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:06:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatives</title><content type='html'>Not definitive, but just another way of putting others to the test.&lt;br /&gt;Seen quite a number of people do it.&lt;br /&gt;But even so, there'll be facebook wall campers who will keep their eyes fixed onto the screen, looking out for significant posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensitive way of probing, but nevertheless you'll see a (drastic?) drop in responses.&lt;br /&gt;We're not computers, we don't function like the auto-pilot system that does the LAPAS scan in seconds, but our memory is more or less trained to register information we have interest in, have left an impact on us&amp;nbsp;or rather what we choose to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the exact person matters a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Significance is the key to unlock that avenue between you and that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, whoever will prove themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8043559802125131561?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8043559802125131561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8043559802125131561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8043559802125131561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8043559802125131561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/07/alternatives.html' title='Alternatives'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-881404289402727206</id><published>2011-07-10T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:30:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>Two or more people who share goals and values, have long-term commitments to one another, and reside usually in the same dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bother or not to bother? &lt;br /&gt;The word interfere is no longer applicable. &lt;br /&gt;The rope has been cut. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I mean it's such a pity. &lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of effort. &lt;br /&gt;It's surfacing so early, not even when they're ripe yet. &lt;br /&gt;Don't think that way, because you guys got a long way to go. &lt;br /&gt;And I promise i'll strive for what is realistic. &lt;br /&gt;Because that's the best way I can prove you wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Make it or not, it has been a great experience. &lt;br /&gt;Now, when was the last time I surprised myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-881404289402727206?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/881404289402727206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=881404289402727206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/881404289402727206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/881404289402727206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-3661492687128377517</id><published>2011-07-07T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:17:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trace the dots</title><content type='html'>You start tracing the dots and all is going well; you're making ground.&lt;br /&gt;Your hand flows smoothly and all of a sudden, it's movement jerks and comes to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, it seems as if there're no means for you to continue, and it comes to you that it's the same old feature again; or rather, in reality, the same person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomodation has always been a barrier.&lt;br /&gt;I always receive the invitation, but instead they&amp;nbsp;only receive the letter of&amp;nbsp;disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Or not?&lt;br /&gt;Has it been too predictable for them?&lt;br /&gt;They probably don't even think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Even then, I seem to continue receiving those "invites" via all sorts of means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to create hassle for you guys, I know you guys just want to be yourselves, and I feel there's no need to intefere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you stand out of the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you're the odd one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-3661492687128377517?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/3661492687128377517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=3661492687128377517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3661492687128377517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3661492687128377517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/07/trace-dots.html' title='Trace the dots'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1678491881443534026</id><published>2011-06-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:12:10.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrolling our skies</title><content type='html'>I'm not pleased my confidence crumbled like a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel as if you'd done enough but take a step into reality and it's not.&lt;br /&gt;The joke was on me, I felt so giddy at 5000 ft, had an urge to throw up, while it was a different feeling altogether sitting in a commercial liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the problem lies with me, you've been a great instructor, and i'm confident that you'll produce good cadets. &lt;br /&gt;Learning from my mistakes is part and parcel of this new hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1678491881443534026?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1678491881443534026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1678491881443534026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1678491881443534026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1678491881443534026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/06/patrolling-our-skies.html' title='Patrolling our skies'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8215087861918461331</id><published>2011-06-12T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:10:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Same</title><content type='html'>Feels all the same for everyone who faces the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;There's always a tendency of inclination, unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only June, and thoughts have crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the effort, but how do I put it across?&lt;br /&gt;Should I just appear as a annonymous identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hear a voice echoing "You're pretty much&amp;nbsp;on your own now."&lt;br /&gt;If I were to put myself in such a position, I'd probably be feeling all the blame on myself now.&lt;br /&gt;True, no doubt people may have their problems, but they've moved on, you can&amp;nbsp;only feel a sense of gratification when you see how fine their days are passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second side.&lt;br /&gt;Been drifting off pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the way I want to lay things off now for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Probably cursing and swearing behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt if history will repeat itself; so serve myself right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how would you approach a friend whom you haven't talked to a long time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8215087861918461331?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8215087861918461331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8215087861918461331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8215087861918461331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8215087861918461331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/06/same-same.html' title='Same Same'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7745719795593419278</id><published>2011-06-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:22:26.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hand to hold</title><content type='html'>Things are zooming past you.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you lead such a fast-paced life, but you pause and look&amp;nbsp;around and stumble upon&amp;nbsp;at the concerns you have.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown into all corners with the options you have to choose from, you just can't seem to comprehend any.&lt;br /&gt;Should you just keep it all inside?&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel much better if you voiced it out?&lt;br /&gt;Should you tell leak it out to someone you trust?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's yes, who should you approach?&lt;br /&gt;How are you going to bring your point across?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to go straight to the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that people are unwilling to hear you out.&lt;br /&gt;The only one who is holding you back is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your boat sailing away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you anchor it?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you let the wind carry you further away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The twilight surface is not even near, deeply entrenched it is.'&lt;br /&gt;'The shore is distant, and&amp;nbsp;neither close&amp;nbsp;to any side.'&lt;br /&gt;'The ground below me is fading, leaving&amp;nbsp;only the prominent landmarks in view.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7745719795593419278?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7745719795593419278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7745719795593419278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7745719795593419278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7745719795593419278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/06/hand-to-hold.html' title='A hand to hold'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-4849237708445268838</id><published>2011-05-30T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:19:38.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No such thing as TOTAL happinness?</title><content type='html'>Opening happiness + Purchased happiness +﻿ Sold happiness + Cost of happiness sold = Gross happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross happiness + Unhappiness + Those who are happy = Net Happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4849237708445268838?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4849237708445268838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4849237708445268838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4849237708445268838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4849237708445268838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-such-thing-as-total-happinness.html' title='No such thing as TOTAL happinness?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-6353113720949746769</id><published>2011-05-30T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:11:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions?</title><content type='html'>I know the jc peepos out there are currently having their holiday before they sit for their mid-years in a period just like the prelims. I wish them all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been hectic, it's no joke, it probably changed some of our perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;Just go with the flow and adapt... ...&lt;br /&gt;Although we have 4 canteens with a few cafes here and there, im quite lost when it comes to mealtime.&lt;br /&gt;Find myself circling around the cafeterias in indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it's no longer&amp;nbsp;like the Semestral Assessments that we had in the past, it's all about consistency now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still find time to do what I enjoy best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find myself sleeping later and waking up earlier. &lt;br /&gt;The latter occurs all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay got to wake up at 5++ tomorrow, depends on how well I respond to my alarm clock call.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6353113720949746769?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6353113720949746769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6353113720949746769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6353113720949746769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6353113720949746769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/05/definitions.html' title='Definitions?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-50051955210706715</id><published>2011-05-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:33:28.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctuality</title><content type='html'>All this time, thinking of it, it was still you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the minimal, alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-50051955210706715?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/50051955210706715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=50051955210706715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/50051955210706715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/50051955210706715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/05/punctuality.html' title='Punctuality'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-4651590104334013013</id><published>2011-05-17T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:59:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small, small, world</title><content type='html'>We revolve round our surroundings; people enter/ stay/ exit.&lt;br /&gt;Got this new mail-pal from Chile, in the midst of exchanging our mini "e-letters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No harm in getting to know more about the society and culture beneath our little red dot.&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, I think he once told me about Chile not growing any apples; which is not true, and i'm not exactly sure why he told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, it feels as if that "feeling" is slowly seeping back again.&lt;br /&gt;But im sure they'll still be great people after I see them in more than a month's time or so.&lt;br /&gt;I always&amp;nbsp;have this "No, don't have to" feeling&amp;nbsp;towards them&amp;nbsp;when they stop for breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Always tell me im still a student.&lt;br /&gt;Man, thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;Every coastal ride is a different experience, at least I know for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4651590104334013013?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4651590104334013013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4651590104334013013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4651590104334013013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/4651590104334013013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-small-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small, small, world'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-4668741003861879851</id><published>2011-05-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:09:44.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching a breather every now and then</title><content type='html'>And we're almost halfway through the week.&lt;br /&gt;Left out my file(with all my tutorials inside)&amp;nbsp;in a midst of rushing to catch the 6.25am bus.&lt;br /&gt;That didn't feel good especially when I got to campus.&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking of it as a result.&lt;br /&gt;Still got through the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be longer. &lt;br /&gt;9am-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Cycling club Physical training.&lt;br /&gt;Arms are all stiff now from last night's sleep&amp;nbsp;which was too good, whereby I just laid on my left arm without even realizing.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, which&amp;nbsp;I couldn't feel a tinge.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if my hand went *poof*.&lt;br /&gt;How to do their 20 ++ pushups whereby&amp;nbsp;there are intervals whereby&amp;nbsp;you need to hold it there for 30 seconds? &lt;br /&gt;Guess I might just lie on my right arm today and wake up with 2 sore arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramped scheldue, cramped up arm(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4668741003861879851?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4668741003861879851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4668741003861879851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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now, deluged in your own merry world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5712497424529257353?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5712497424529257353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5712497424529257353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5712497424529257353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5712497424529257353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/05/et.html' title='E.T'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2776605133499506949</id><published>2011-04-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:32:14.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short&amp;Sweet</title><content type='html'>&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/holga" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="holga Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="200" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk175/jasoncomet/holgapier.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Days are stroking past, and just like my secondary school days, the quizzes and common tests are here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Welcome to a new phase, and my playful classmate popped me the question linked to the environment; " Eh why don't you ever...?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What's the rationale behind it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once, twice, thrice; didn't even think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Priortize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8571802655323408726-2776605133499506949?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2776605133499506949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2776605133499506949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2776605133499506949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2776605133499506949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/04/short.html' title='Short&amp;Sweet'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2104007237126470778</id><published>2011-04-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:03:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past may be the past; buried in a treasure chest of mine,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="227" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DW8rg6XeP3U" title="YouTube video player" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it will always be shallow enough for me to rake it up, and put it in retrospect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2104007237126470778?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2104007237126470778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2104007237126470778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2104007237126470778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2104007237126470778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-may-be-past-buried-in-treasure.html' title='The past may be the past; buried in a treasure chest of mine,'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DW8rg6XeP3U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571802655323408726.post-6866601762710260516</id><published>2011-04-15T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:09:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the saddle</title><content type='html'>Don't have to wake up as early tomorrow in exchange for an approximately 80km ride ; if not i'd have been asleep by this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather sacrifice some sleep and pay back the debt in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not having to wake up as early as previous Saturdays, it doesn't mean I should sleep that late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9am considered early to you on a Saturday morning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Fort Road- im coming for ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6866601762710260516?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6866601762710260516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6866601762710260516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6866601762710260516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;One thing I can say for sure, the long wait is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I didn't need the long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job mainly to source for my course-related books.&lt;br /&gt;To think the closest I got was 'The Simple Science of Flight'.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a specialized area, with a broadening industry; only one local university offers a limited 120 slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to square one? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;More like stepping stones, encompassed by a shallow yet vulnerable pit; shallow enough to pick yourself up when you fall in, vulnerable enough to sidetrack you.&lt;br /&gt;It's no longer a small, condensed community.&lt;br /&gt;No, not 1000, not 1700, but at least 3000. Forget about high profiles.&lt;br /&gt;They come and go, go and come back. Surroundings are going to be foreign; is there going to be a point in time whereby you'll actually know every single corner of the compound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they always say, "You'll get used to it".&lt;br /&gt;The rest is up to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Merely just 7 days away before i'll actually sit in the chair again, thinking of how my first day passed.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt i've already lived my life for double digit figures, but a part of it will still remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;It's like entering nursery, you step in, you get to know people, you progress, you partake your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, 3 years isn't much far off from 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that I perceive JC people as really delighted people; have their fair share of ups and downs but manage them well. But of course what's lemon without it's sourish taste?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7986534664930211376?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7986534664930211376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7986534664930211376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7986534664930211376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7986534664930211376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-marchin-on.html' title='We&apos;re Marchin&apos; On'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2308251052427561416</id><published>2011-04-06T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:48:56.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Feeling a little feeble after the medical check-up.&lt;br /&gt;2 tubes worth of blood out of my circulatory system.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be fine, can see myself headed for at least 25 laps in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Used to have this worthy habit of tucking in early.&lt;br /&gt;It's all messed up ever since this excessively long holiday of mine started.&lt;br /&gt;Going to re-cultivate this habit.&lt;br /&gt;Lights out by ten-thirty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I took up cycling, I think I should be eligible to foresee myself participating in a triathlon in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about being forward looking, we should all be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2308251052427561416?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2308251052427561416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2308251052427561416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2308251052427561416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2308251052427561416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/04/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-6415482295363308314</id><published>2011-04-03T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:35:33.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's one to my left and one to my right.&lt;br /&gt;Other days, it's two to my right.&lt;br /&gt;If the time is right, there'll be 4 altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Motivational.&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering where this place is; walk a few steps down and you can hear the marketing version of 'shouting'.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds like a dedication column.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess no one reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to JCs.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope all is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6415482295363308314?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6415482295363308314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6415482295363308314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6415482295363308314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6415482295363308314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/04/smell-of.html' title='Presence'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5705473112066249918</id><published>2011-03-25T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:49:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation on the highroads</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels as if people of our age are not part of the 'Adult' congregation.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to reiterate that it's not just an 'Adult' thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly see people of this age "pedaling".&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to admit it that the people here have been pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second thought, going solo can be quite engaging too.&lt;br /&gt;Spilt identities.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on riding.&lt;br /&gt;Keep creating personal milestones.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to reach 2k soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the bike&lt;br /&gt;-Livestrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5705473112066249918?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5705473112066249918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5705473112066249918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5705473112066249918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5705473112066249918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/03/motivation-on-highroads.html' title='Motivation on the highroads'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1548114350356770736</id><published>2011-03-21T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:51:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clammed Up</title><content type='html'>Such a difficult spot to be put in.&lt;br /&gt;How should I express this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1548114350356770736?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1548114350356770736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1548114350356770736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1548114350356770736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1548114350356770736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/03/clammed-up.html' title='Clammed Up'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1192236310445589273</id><published>2011-03-10T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:03:54.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny wise pound foolish</title><content type='html'>Good music for the long train/bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the two options -&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a brand new mp3 to accomodate all my songs&lt;br /&gt;2. Repair my phone (estimated cost to be around $80-$150)&lt;br /&gt;I know the 2nd option is way cheaper compared to an intended 16gb mp3.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i'll push the decision to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lost in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if anyone was interested for a night ride when it just rained in the early afternoon, oh great.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if I lost touch with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;Come back, come back... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1192236310445589273?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1192236310445589273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1192236310445589273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1192236310445589273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1192236310445589273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/03/penny-wise-pound-foolish.html' title='Penny wise pound foolish'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7914774948969651376</id><published>2011-03-04T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:51:22.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promenade</title><content type='html'>Going down to the F1 pit building later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it'd&lt;/span&gt; be best not to go during lunch hours because the working adults will probably all scurry down to collect their pack.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time?&lt;br /&gt;Always a huge headache when it comes to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something to look forward to might just be something that disappoints.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7914774948969651376?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7914774948969651376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7914774948969651376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7914774948969651376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7914774948969651376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/03/promenade.html' title='Promenade'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7704819040561520056</id><published>2011-02-28T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:13:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Around</title><content type='html'>Seems like time has taken it's toll.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything seems a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;Happens almost everyday recently.&lt;br /&gt;I bet they must be feeling very pissed and agitated with me.&lt;br /&gt;Probably get tossed away someday, perhaps it has already turned into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you really meant what you said...&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, what have I done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7704819040561520056?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7704819040561520056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7704819040561520056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7704819040561520056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7704819040561520056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/02/look-around.html' title='Look Around'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8412116141730923656</id><published>2011-02-22T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:43:18.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary</title><content type='html'>3 months, 4 days and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;It has finally come to my consensus.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, from an optimistic point of view, it was more of a boon than a bane.&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding back for quite awhile now, ever since I felt obligated to make a move in January.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully speaking, i've earned more experiences than money throughout my days there.&lt;br /&gt;Valuable enough.&lt;br /&gt;The roads paved ahead are somehow figured out, with the days ticking down ; I think it's time to get into the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;it's high time to switch from the office chair to the rock solid saddle which most people wouldn't relish.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to dedicate 3 hours instead of 8 gruelling ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, it's time to take a breather; it's time to sort things out, it's time to grease this rusty mind which has only been directed at one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8412116141730923656?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8412116141730923656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8412116141730923656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8412116141730923656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8412116141730923656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreary.html' title='Dreary'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8229811361987116689</id><published>2011-02-19T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:40:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Riser</title><content type='html'>Whizzes past you in either direction.&lt;br /&gt;Chooses to be friendly, neutral.&lt;br /&gt;Novice, experienced.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I broke another personal record again.&lt;br /&gt;No, not for sleeping late but waking up exceptionally early.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I slumpily got myself up the bed without having the alarm to intervene with my decent sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Time check: 4.50am.&lt;br /&gt;My first instinct was to scan the fridge, espescially for milk which goes sumptuously well with my cereal. &lt;br /&gt;Empty chiller?&lt;br /&gt;Wasted no time and got downstairs in my flip-flops, trying not to the make the slightest of sounds as majority of the block were still sleeping, espescially when a slight sound in the wee hours of the morning can be amplified by the narrow walls of the stairways.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a weekend you know?&lt;br /&gt;No surprise that I was the only customer at the local supermart.&lt;br /&gt;All I got were 3 pairs of eyes which stared closely at me, watching my first few steps before they got back to their "tasks". &lt;br /&gt;I think they were like,'What in the world is a 17 year old boy doing at a supermart at 5am? Isn't he supposed to be in slumberland at this hour'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: I eat my cereal, I eat my fruits and nuts, I eat my vegetables; I eat anything that makes me feel good. &lt;br /&gt;People get quite a good grasp of the picture although I keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing. People are getting weird.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be so upbeat about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to hold people back. &lt;br /&gt;Hi, im weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8229811361987116689?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8229811361987116689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8229811361987116689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8229811361987116689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8229811361987116689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/02/early-riser.html' title='Early Riser'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7414818833017520528</id><published>2011-02-13T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:51:09.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>It's yet another upcoming important date for many.&lt;br /&gt;14 FEBRUARY.&lt;br /&gt;First it was Christmas, "All I want for Christmas is you".&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Valentines', "Say I do".&lt;br /&gt;You don't actually need a prominent date until you start having your anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I will be going to TPJC tomorrow? I might just get to see something spectacular and mind-blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7414818833017520528?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7414818833017520528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7414818833017520528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7414818833017520528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7414818833017520528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8374616618937034942</id><published>2011-02-03T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:43:20.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不能比较的</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;恭祝大家新年快乐!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;等了十二年，兔年又到来了。&lt;br /&gt;元嘉璐窄，得饶人，且饶人。&lt;br /&gt;为自己做出贡献，而好好珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;好了，我在此停笔，祝大家身体健康，好运广进。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8374616618937034942?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8374616618937034942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8374616618937034942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8374616618937034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8374616618937034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='不能比较的'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5649143342941487779</id><published>2011-01-20T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:33:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipate Change And Stay Relevant</title><content type='html'>Yes it's 20th of January and it's exactly a week left before JC starts.&lt;br /&gt;A pity I didn't choose that route.&lt;br /&gt;Although I was a Zhonghua student, im no longer one at the present.&lt;br /&gt;Im currently lacking of a status, and even when I sign up for events I stumble upon what I should write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it that we're back to square one again, like how we were during secondary one, or even way back to primary one.&lt;br /&gt;The unaccustomed surrounding environment, the tables which get higher every single time we move up from each level of education, and the most important, your new soon-to-be schoolmates/classmates/friends who are going to be circling around your life for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of losing the ones I always cherished lingered in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So much that I even dreamt of it; not once, but a couple of times already.&lt;br /&gt;There're all sorts of people in Poly, and im afraid i'll get a peculiar feeling when I see a group of students my age which is exceptionally large, abberant from the smaller tutorial classes you have in JCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are like hanging on a rope, and im wholeheartedly reluctant to let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;But I know someday, it's not my freewill, but tension will overcome friction, will it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5649143342941487779?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5649143342941487779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5649143342941487779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5649143342941487779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5649143342941487779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2011/01/anticipate-change-and-stay-relevant.html' title='Anticipate Change And Stay Relevant'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1040965534552071214</id><published>2011-01-12T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:06:48.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping stones</title><content type='html'>My mind's in a fluster now.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to take some time off to straighten things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1040965534552071214?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1040965534552071214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1040965534552071214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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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-8571802655323408726.post-7739175971819161248</id><published>2010-12-19T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:58:22.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermittent</title><content type='html'>Festive season is almost here, most people will say they don't need gifts, but all they need for Christmas is their special someone.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always have to be on a special occasion, a person can lighten your load any other single day, it's just that the mood is there on festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one whom you can truly trust, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about whether you want or something, but you decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It's like climbing a mountain, working your way up to enjoy the fruits of your labour; accompanied by sweet and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it'd be great if Singapore had snow.&lt;br /&gt;Snow angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we're marching on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7739175971819161248?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7739175971819161248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7739175971819161248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7739175971819161248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7739175971819161248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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offered to help.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the company of others, cause it'll only make things more enjoyable and lighten up the ache inside you.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, it is nonetheless short-lived, the endorphin levels return to a base level.&lt;br /&gt;The process does not repeat itself, for each time you meet different people, whether courteous or just neutral, they all share the same interest and you can very much consider them as your buddies, together in unison.&lt;br /&gt;I like it whereby class doesn't matter, no one dominates, neither the opulent or the entry levels.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere around you is lightened, the load apportioned.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets a fair chance, no one has the upper-hand and it is questionable who emerges.&lt;br /&gt;Even the buttress can't support the emergent at times, and it falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;Unquestionably, no one hopes for it to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, when it collapses, who is going to be there to support it?&lt;br /&gt;With the foundation is weakened, a second chance is highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted decades.&lt;br /&gt;The situation has changed, but the people themselves don't, if they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead, not too near and not too distant, and treasure the jewel(s) before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5512486237156248926?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5512486237156248926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5512486237156248926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5512486237156248926'/><link 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Woke up from my no-where-close-to-deep sleep after a pungent smell entered my respiratory tract. Everyone was sleeping so soundly except me. I dragged my feet into the kitchen and sensed that the stench was getting more distinct. I walked out again to the other window, and couldn't smell a thing. However, the stench made it's stand when the whole atmosphere was cloudy, as if they were burning trees just below. No choice but to wake my parents up. Called the fire bridgade and went down to get some fresh air.They've all since went back to dreamland and my room happens to be directly above where the smoke bellowed from.It is well ventilated with carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide, as other oxides that on the whole, smell like ammonia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-633473781679628715?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/633473781679628715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=633473781679628715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/633473781679628715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/633473781679628715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-fine-morning.html' title='One Fine Morning'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5350276171499447572</id><published>2010-12-06T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:59:28.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Wrong Moves and All The Wrong Places</title><content type='html'>Hey there, it's been around 3 weeks into the holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;So many opinions of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;What have you guys been doing?&lt;br /&gt;Work? Persuing a hobby? Or just staring blankly at the four walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have a blast during the upcoming Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone feels the same way too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to usual, where stressing yourself actually makes you feel less tensed.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5350276171499447572?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5350276171499447572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5350276171499447572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5350276171499447572'/><link rel='self' 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time and space of emptyness.&lt;br /&gt;This emptyness, is up to us to fill up and to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from many that secondary school life is the best.&lt;br /&gt;And im truly convinced so.&lt;br /&gt;Because im starting to miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodmorning everyone, it's 12.35am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4856884044155428765?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4856884044155428765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4856884044155428765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2777230133207156377</id><published>2010-11-06T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:39:11.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twentieth Day</title><content type='html'>I just realized that Graduation Day was exactly a month away from the end of O's.&lt;br /&gt;Once papers are over, there's nothing much you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;Just 9 days away; not the end, but the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Put down the books and occupy oneself with other crucial things to fret about.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that the people around me keep re-emphasizing that they have many tasks to complete after the O's.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like getting a job, chilling out with friends, learn a new skill, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at things, what were the times that kept you going?&lt;br /&gt;If I had really given up, would I still be sitting there at the table for hours?&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, even when im sitting at the table, I am still feeling vexed about the future; about how to go about things and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubts that the holidays are just around the corner, how I wish I could just go an escapade to some rural island like Madagascar, where I can cool down from the resentment in the city, where people have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe live in one of the islands that Survivor has explored, Nicaragua?&lt;br /&gt;I've always stood up for the ones whom I felt were somewhere close to innocent, but why do things twist overnight and the sparks scatter all over the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and forgetting is part of human nature, but that can only happen if you are have the broadness and open-mindedness to do so, not being so self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always claim that the other party do not understand them a single bit when they're not willing to voice things out.&lt;br /&gt;The more you lash profanities at me, the stronger the drive for me not to mouth anything because it doesn't get you anywhere. Then you'll tell me that im dumb because I won't respond or just plain death to your words because nothing goes into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the worst can mend their ways, when thrown into dire straits such as facing death threats from chronic illnesses. Only then, sympathy overwhelms their brittle heart that stood so sturdy and obstinate all the while. But even then, some stick firmly to their believes.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it has been only reflected in a show, I feel that it is very real in today's context.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Wall of China wasn't built in a day, neither was trust.&lt;br /&gt;You can't live in suspicion everyday. Things are too erratic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking an alternative way out is often very common to dissolve any resentment.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe somebody whom you think you can confide your fears in, before you become insane.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, it is short-lived and its effects will wear out.&lt;br /&gt;It's like drowning yourself in wine, the drowsiness is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;On the materialistic side, you can browse and spoil yourself with the pictures, but you must hold back the urge to buy it for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I used to dread having to sign in to blogger and type a mouthful of words because I felt that it was a chore.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even remember who introduced blogging to me.&lt;br /&gt;But now I consider it as part of life.&lt;br /&gt;We all set aside different things, it's okay if our ideas conflict, we'll still have things in common.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me about why im like that, why am I direct opposite of the norm, why am I so weird, why am I so crazy; but I can't really give you a definite and accurate answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when you gave a blank face, almost stripped of expression, with no intention or smling or crying.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sorry but my mind's tousled all over, probably gonna do 34 laps later. If physique permits, maybe around 40. Then 40km tomorrow if time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long I am still breathing, i'll keep going. Livestrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2777230133207156377?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2777230133207156377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2777230133207156377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2777230133207156377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2777230133207156377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/11/twentieth-day.html' title='The Twentieth Day'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2521984986378184031</id><published>2010-10-15T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:04:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding On Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;15 OCTOBER 2010 - A Milestone of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, a time to bid farewell, but nonetheless the start of a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Like a seedling which is germinating, the teachers witnessed the process of us growing up, which is a part and parcel of life for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't just shower us with lovely Prelim Practice Papers, but their efforts were definitely least dense enough to surface, and as students, we are definitely indebted to you guys without any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;You guys see off at least 300 students on an annual basis, it's like a bird raising it's young in order for it to learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to express what you have done for us, because it's all coming from your goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments, whether deemed naive or mature, will all be etched in our heart and soul, for which the endearing people we will miss.&lt;br /&gt;The different problems we encountered, whether as a class, a group of friends in unison, or even as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;Having gone through so much, having grown up from a scrawny kid in Sec 1, till today, standing confidently as who you are, bearing a sense of identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique one whom is recognised by most peers surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;The glees of joy were often accompanied by arguments and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;But it all doesn't matter now, because forgiving and forgetting is human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some feuds and resentment were dissolved, but others surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Today could bring everyone together as a whole, as everyone put aside their different idenities unanimously.&lt;br /&gt;But Today was already striking, because of the countless photos waiting to be uploaded and tagged on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a Fairytale that I dreamt of yesterday, and I wish I could relive it, but life still has to go on, but I want to keep going on with the group of people whom I know, I can thrust my shoulders on when I need a companion, whether to spend quality time with, or to borrow a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been supportive and your willingness to compromise and understand is much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, graduating batch of students of year 2010, if anyone of you hadn't been there, then Graduation Day wouldn't have been so historic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hugs, the photos, the memories, are like treasures that we left behind, only that they are well within our reach, whereby we can reminiscene sub-consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for the next lap of our lives, tackling the O's.&lt;br /&gt;All the best people, bless you and take care.&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, i'll see you after the month's long of O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in presentiment to spending my holidays with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2521984986378184031?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2521984986378184031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2521984986378184031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2521984986378184031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2521984986378184031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/10/holding-on-strong.html' title='Holding On Strong'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7267709124859298028</id><published>2010-09-30T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:36:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not just as easy as using a pencil to draw a fine line</title><content type='html'>Prelims are over, well there is nothing to be sulking about now.&lt;br /&gt;The main highlight is still the final round of exams.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where you stand, but what you do about it.&lt;br /&gt;Have something to look forward to, just as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I don't know which path to take&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveller, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked forward as distant as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where beneath the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost is the place where my feet are rooted, hesitant about which step to take.&lt;br /&gt;The way things go, im so perplexed about their next subject.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what makes us unique in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;There are always so many variations between the two - sense of humour, sense of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;Different mindsets, conflicting ideologies.&lt;br /&gt;Disharmony, hatred among people, so much to the extent of the temptation to use one's fist.&lt;br /&gt;Too much of it will only hurt both parties.&lt;br /&gt;One scenario, he will be deemed as sexist.&lt;br /&gt;Another, he will continue to be influenced by them.&lt;br /&gt;It's like joining a triad, it's easy to be recruited but trying to escape those clutches is a much uphill task, especially if you have left your footprints behind.&lt;br /&gt;They will find things to go against you which contribute to the reasons you should stay.&lt;br /&gt;What caused those moments of foolishness?&lt;br /&gt;You can guffaw for all you want, but who has the last laugh at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;They don't seem like the people who are genuinely sincere towards you, and may just choose likewise.&lt;br /&gt;This leaves behind so many doubts, not countless, but enough to make you ponder deeper, and distract you from your surroundings, leaving you to seem as if you were staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to stick to my strong believes, the people whom I really trust and the words they've said.&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that confiding your paranoia and fears in someone isn't something that is going to be just a slip off the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7267709124859298028?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7267709124859298028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7267709124859298028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7267709124859298028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7267709124859298028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-just-as-easy-as-using-pencil-to.html' title='It&apos;s not just as easy as using a pencil to draw a fine line'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7395430960358949654</id><published>2010-09-22T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:59:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermediates</title><content type='html'>Last paper of the Prelims tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings I guess.&lt;br /&gt;You can't really whine about anything.&lt;br /&gt;You can say oh, prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;How about the O Levels?&lt;br /&gt;You can say oh, O Levels are over.&lt;br /&gt;How about the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're always junctions at every point.&lt;br /&gt;It's like an MRT line, you stop at every station to fulfill a task, and you move on.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what lies ahead or the past you dreaded, you still have to get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;But im sure everyone's keen to leap across that hurdle standing in front of them, because so many things lie ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;Go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Autumn's today.&lt;br /&gt;Mooncakes are the boomz man.&lt;br /&gt;The snowskin ones VS The traditional baked ones- Your pick?&lt;br /&gt;The sweet ones with the filling and the ones with the salted egg.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find some time to.... you know, despite the heavy schledue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7395430960358949654?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7395430960358949654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7395430960358949654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7395430960358949654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7395430960358949654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/09/intermediates.html' title='Intermediates'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1749016956359983642</id><published>2010-09-19T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:19:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;There’s always one reason&lt;br /&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it’s hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;And weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You’re in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There’s vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;You keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don’t make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You’re in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;You’re in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1749016956359983642?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1749016956359983642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1749016956359983642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1749016956359983642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1749016956359983642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/09/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2724555644700890056</id><published>2010-09-17T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:13:47.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aFKiv_xo9w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aFKiv_xo9w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what we call one of the best of the century's political cartoons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only we had this in source-based... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2724555644700890056?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2724555644700890056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2724555644700890056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2724555644700890056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my own dishes?&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to cook.&lt;br /&gt;The 10 hours of sleep feels as if it wasn't enough to rejuvenate me.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's good to take a nap, or rather sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risks.. Are they worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Are you even willing to risk your life for something that's at your heart- like a simple hobby that isn't even recognised in the Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;You can say you live life only once, and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;But we're too young to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Ubin is a deceptive place- It looks like a nature haven with its Chek Jawa Wetlands and it's breathtaking quarry, but it could actually be a grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how about the perception that longer essays, be it English, Chinese, or any other language, are better than shorter ones?&lt;br /&gt;Do longer ones really deliver quantity and quality altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, thinking of the weekends which are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be another weekend spent alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, if im having difficulty with lunch now, then what about meals during the weekends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5346286010099810031?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5346286010099810031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5346286010099810031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5346286010099810031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5346286010099810031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-hang-of-it.html' title='Getting The Hang Of It'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-96729500322139486</id><published>2010-09-08T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:45:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmuxoUq7sAc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmuxoUq7sAc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think technology has taken its toll?&lt;br /&gt;Music today has its own identity, unlike the past.&lt;br /&gt;Queen, Chicago; VS Usher, Boys Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Digitalized R&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has been largely with intermittent status updates on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;No, I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;The one that has diminished greatly is the penning down of your thoughts on the world's ancient invention- paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is being the author of your own world.&lt;br /&gt;You read others' stories, but share yours at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find joy in these small little things, it really depends on the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who firmly believes in 2012?&lt;br /&gt;To tell you frankly, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;But it's only a matter of time until this globalised world ends.&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy, devastation.&lt;br /&gt;Negative issues aside, how about the little facets of life that we hardly notice?&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how a simple birthday wish could bring someone to exuberation, so much that he hugged you.&lt;br /&gt;Flabbergasted, no?&lt;br /&gt;A smile that light up someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;A kind deed that changed the rest of your life, just like the prelim 2 question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Things that people wish for but don't mutter a word.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it such a pity?&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of cohesiveness between two persons, a world apart.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, treating someone alone and when he/she is around friends the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that day won't come.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Take care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-96729500322139486?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/96729500322139486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=96729500322139486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/96729500322139486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/96729500322139486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/09/showdown.html' title='Showdown'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5655518523292254725</id><published>2010-09-04T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:00:37.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach Out A Hand With Gratitude And Heartfelt Passion</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Guys! Rise and Shine!&lt;br /&gt;After the 2 prelim papers yesterday, a group of around 400 students packed the Marina Square Golden Village to catch "Aftershock".&lt;br /&gt;The show started off with an unpleasant surprise, but everything else was followed by harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tragic, but shouldn't we Singaporeans aren't living along any plate boundaries and we can gladly say we're lucky and don't have to be vexed about these devastating earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky can we get in our geographical position?&lt;br /&gt;Shielded by Sumatra, strategic trade location, and strong ties with other countries.&lt;br /&gt;We should never take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Don't treasure a loved one only when you realize his presence is not felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I EVER GET CAUGHT IN RUBBLE, WHO WILL YOU SAVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so complicated now.&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you frankly that I have never blamed anyone, and no one should.&lt;br /&gt;So chill.&lt;br /&gt;"Hate" is such a strong word that it should never exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay take care.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5655518523292254725?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5655518523292254725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5655518523292254725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5655518523292254725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like to thank everyone for their kind wishes and tokens.&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been really AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful life filled with felicity and liveliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year has made me feel different, bewilderment and diversification.&lt;br /&gt;Every year I get to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell more of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Every year is a stepping stone for me, as I get to meet more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for making me realize the people around me who are so endearing and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how a simple "Happy Birthday" could really go a long way to lighten things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wholesome one and a half years, or maybe even longer for some, but it won't change the fact that memories will be etched deeply, not only in the wonderful storage, but also the soul itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no doubt that I can poignantly say i've met such wonderful people in these early stages.&lt;br /&gt;There are more to come, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always so gratifying to open the storage and relinquish the memories we have all shared as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many intepretations of being sixteen, sweet, bitter, sensible.&lt;br /&gt;Perspectives broaden.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i've wronged you, we're all learning along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for standing by my side to light a guiding path for me so that the road ahead will be much more luminous, to pick me up and encourage me every time I fall, being so meticulous so that things will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes without saying, not just only have a wonderful day, but a wonderful journey along the course of mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7467570229371206357?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8571802655323408726.post-1961077213666094666</id><published>2010-08-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:28:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As He Shakes His Head In Dismay</title><content type='html'>Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;The to-do list is up and ready to go, it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all around you, but you can't really see it when you're engaged.&lt;br /&gt;But others can see it from a different viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, you have mixed feelings, and unsure how to rate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give it all, too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;You keep re-emphasizing your intentions, so much that the rest feel too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone stabbed you in the back with a knife before, you feel the urge to get back at that person.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen too much of it, heard too much of it, and felt too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;You will say words don't mean much, but actions hurt even more, like an insult.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that your time will come right for you, and there is no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my perspective, it's just like what things I've seen seen and experienced before, and let loose about.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so erratic, fine for a month and the tables turn around for another 2months.&lt;br /&gt;A smile, then a frown.&lt;br /&gt;A movie, then followed by a verbal fight.&lt;br /&gt;It's a cycle, a reversible one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1961077213666094666?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1961077213666094666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Today can be as special as every other day</title><content type='html'>How do you rate the morning sun?&lt;br /&gt;Does the threat of rain dampen your spirits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there's no point worrying, because things don't lie in your hands ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;The journey is full of never-ending surprises, bringing about much anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;It may not even be you, but sometimes you can feel the surge through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's so happenning.&lt;br /&gt;First National Day, then followed by 12 days of Youth Olympic Games.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a friend in there which I used to play alongside with during my days in primary school, who is now donning his jersey, with national pride and full of zest.&lt;br /&gt;There are many upcoming big things, which I think everyone will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it doesn't matter whether each day is packed with big or small things, you just have to take things in your stride.&lt;br /&gt;Do things too fast, have you given things a good thought?&lt;br /&gt;Do things too slowly, are you going to lag behind?&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a gentle pace and it will more or less ensure that things flow smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/birthday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 316px" border="0" alt="party Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh291/miranda8573/Party_Time.jpg" width="572" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it feels like August is a birthday month.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's wishing Jessica an Awesome Sixteenth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5979213540656163723?l=mag-na-ni-mous.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-8571802655323408726.post-666889627656820302</id><published>2010-08-08T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:55:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Go On A Rollercoaster Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31072010044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 615px; HEIGHT: 432px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/31072010044.jpg" width="615" height="766" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the reflection glittered in the shimmering waters, it was approaching dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoots you up sky-high.&lt;br /&gt;Flings you down, like a catapault in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;Let the emotion sparks fly.&lt;br /&gt;But control it at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got soul, but you're not a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions are easily made, truths are the hardest things to uncover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every season change, it looks the same, November to June.&lt;br /&gt;And don't these empty streets skip a beat the flowers don't bloom.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's why im gonna take the next plane home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-666889627656820302?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/666889627656820302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=666889627656820302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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continues...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be quitting halfway, it's like automatically losing.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go all the way and know that i've tried at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Well, im really contented with the way things are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things occur so fast.&lt;br /&gt;They catch you by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;Some things occur so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;They make you anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;I stood with my mouth in awe for a serious 10minutes.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how flabbergasted I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salty. Really very salty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6872929908162987003?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6872929908162987003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6872929908162987003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6872929908162987003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6872929908162987003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/08/energy-changes.html' title='Energy Changes'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8273827992659187124</id><published>2010-08-01T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:37:50.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>In Math, distance can be measured by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/distance%20formula" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Distance Formula Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i590.photobucket.com/albums/ss349/Miskenta/Proposal%201%20Slideshow/graphs3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, distance between 2 individuals cannot be measured, no matter how near or far apart they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;Good or Bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain can be considered as a blessing to some such as people in India whereby rain will facilitate their agricultural activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the aftermath of rain is accompanied with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is a torment to some as it floods places such as Orchard Road, disrupting businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is often referred to the weather that brings about consternation for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say rain is bad, then is the sunshine good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine is the main source for plants to Photosynthesize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine is often referred to the illumination that brings about joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, extensive UV rays will only bring about desertification, which will lead to drought and famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a school day again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Im excited, because everyday's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope some things don't go back to Square One again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8273827992659187124?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8273827992659187124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8273827992659187124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8273827992659187124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8273827992659187124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/08/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i590.photobucket.com/albums/ss349/Miskenta/Proposal%201%20Slideshow/th_graphs3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571802655323408726.post-2880886333395566545</id><published>2010-07-29T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:58:04.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade Party</title><content type='html'>English lessons nowadays are rather do it or waste it.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher can't possibly attend to everyone when he's doing oral with others.&lt;br /&gt;So it is really up to you to be self-disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;You can just sit there and play your electronic gadget, it's your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is built as time goes by, as you are exposed to more practice.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I still tend to feel a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when a person doesn't say anything, it doesn't mean he enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could need some help, but you just don't wish to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing we can do alright?&lt;br /&gt;Just be your normal self, can you?&lt;br /&gt;I won't blame it on you.&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a battle going on inside.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you could be more gentle towards the ones you treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how come people look as if they never fail to see through even the deepest of things, hidden beneath the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cheating, cheating, and cheating, time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;This is getting perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would hear me out at times, but I just don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumbled up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta go prepare for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2880886333395566545?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2880886333395566545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2880886333395566545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cards.&lt;br /&gt;I've been past encounters where I was a close shave away from saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I was really terrified at first.&lt;br /&gt;But yet im still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the adventurous me, maybe just too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;Count myself lucky and im numbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we were so anxious that there were no teachers for the O level Chinese Listening Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;We were constantly on the look out for teachers at 2.25pm although the exam was actually supposed to start at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;We were given the privilege of enjoying the classics on Radio 92.4 for the next 25minutes till the exam commence.&lt;br /&gt;Radio 92.4 brings you music from the golden age, a world of difference from the pop songs we have nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;And this song is just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNlpxJO1Uiw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNlpxJO1Uiw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to give others a present.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it is also hard for someone to receive a present.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, it is even harder to not give someone a present.&lt;br /&gt;I realized I needed a photo, but it isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;A picture paints a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-9068485338503188764?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/9068485338503188764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=9068485338503188764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/9068485338503188764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/9068485338503188764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/bogged-down.html' title='Bogged down'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1859717099765694808</id><published>2010-07-23T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:33:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despicable Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="202"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo9-bcbLn1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo9-bcbLn1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="202"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may be funny, but also carries a message along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come a long way, cleared majority of our O Level SPAs and also our Chinese. Just keep going, keep going, and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was selfish, but in the end it was all buckish.&lt;br /&gt;You were unique in your own ways, I was such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst decision i've made, but I promise i'll never let you leave me again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to hold your hand, more precious than a grain of sand, hold it tight right till the end.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1859717099765694808?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1859717099765694808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1859717099765694808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1859717099765694808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1859717099765694808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/despicable-who.html' title='Despicable Who?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7555297421965838853</id><published>2010-07-16T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:35:03.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>To call it quits would be just plain foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were talking about religion in class today, more like arguing.&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been really busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;And nonetheless a little weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup Fever seems to have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;But im sure it'll come back soon, in 4 years time.&lt;br /&gt;Staying up to the wee hours of the morning just to have your eyes fixed on the world-class players.&lt;br /&gt;And reporting back to school as a zombie a few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's here, but it won't last for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 o'clock show on Channel 8 that my mum likes to watch is officially over, after around 150 gruelling episodes.&lt;br /&gt;Both "good" and the "bad" died in the end.&lt;br /&gt;The good died undeservingly, but he just had to have a self-sacrificing nature.&lt;br /&gt;Miserable things aside, others had their blessings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a joke out of things, and things make a joke out of you.&lt;br /&gt;Basically at the end of the story, ask yourself, what are you here for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7555297421965838853?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7555297421965838853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7555297421965838853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7555297421965838853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7555297421965838853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-7029745167229373081</id><published>2010-07-11T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:14:56.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A temporary flashback of what's never going to return</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 292px" width="412" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlqQ_QkKqYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlqQ_QkKqYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the fruit that I bear is a sign of the life in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was memorable in a way that a group of us had to sing this every year without fail.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, reminiscence the good old primary school days...&lt;br /&gt;Back then, there wasn't so much trouble...&lt;br /&gt;The good times, the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7029745167229373081?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7029745167229373081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7029745167229373081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7029745167229373081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7029745167229373081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/temporary-flashback-of-whats-never.html' title='A temporary flashback of what&apos;s never going to return'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-3796445680723544696</id><published>2010-07-10T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:18:42.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wretched</title><content type='html'>I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And I had breakfast, realizing no one was around.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in front of the television for about an hour, thinking how great it would be to be able to catch a movie in front of a larger screen.&lt;br /&gt;Amath tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I was stucked most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Got home.&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, sis told me someone passed away.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Why must everything fall into one piece, as a whole?&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's just horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;Things come in stages.&lt;br /&gt;You level up as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;But levelling takes time, not as fast as in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Time will prevail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-3796445680723544696?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/3796445680723544696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=3796445680723544696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3796445680723544696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3796445680723544696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/wretched.html' title='Wretched'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2096847969798512340</id><published>2010-07-09T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:44:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Creature With A Big Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the octopus predicts Spain win over Germany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/paul%20the%20octopus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 587px; HEIGHT: 443px" border="0" alt="World Cup Genius - Paul, The Octopus Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac118/newmars/slide_8118_108222_huge.jpg" width="639" height="573" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spanish government on Thursday expressed concern for the future wellbeing of Paul, the soothsaying octopus who from its German zoo has predicted a slew of correct results at the World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul has made correct predictions on the outcome of all six of Germany's matches - including Wednesday's 1-0 semi-final loss to the Spanish - by choosing to eat a morsel of food from boxes emblazoned with the flags of the German team and its rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four times he chose the Germans and they won; twice he plumped for their rivals - and they won too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Spanish are worried the Germans may take some kind of 'revenge' for their exit on the mollusc medium with fans of Die Mannschaft bemoaning his preference for Spain ahead of their semi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am concerned for the octopus ... I am thinking of sending him a protective team," joked Prime Minister Jose Luiz Rodriguez Zapatero on Radio Cadena Ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment and Fisheries Minister Elena Espinosa suggested there be a moratorium on going after Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On Monday, I shall be at the European Council of Ministers and I shall be asking for a (fishing) ban on Paul the octopus so the Germans do not eat him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Germany fans have posted messages on internet forums suggesting that Paul's reward for his clairvoyant powers should be a meeting with the barbecue or the paella pot while a German journalist said after the game he was possessed of "a sudden desire to eat a bit of squid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That struck a chord with Spanish fans and even ahead of the match Spanish Industry Minister Miguel Sebastian called for the creature to be given an "immediate" free transfer to Spain to "ensure his protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Photobucket &amp;amp; xin.msn.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Monday's the big day, but is it going to be a good day for Octopus Paul?&lt;br /&gt;Angered German fans are craving for Calamari right now.&lt;br /&gt;Will the Western Food opposite school have better business due to the higher demand for Calamari by the angered German fans in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;It waits to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2096847969798512340?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2096847969798512340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2096847969798512340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2096847969798512340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2096847969798512340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/small-creature-with-big-issue.html' title='A Small Creature With A Big Issue'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-9116736695292472716</id><published>2010-07-06T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T17:43:32.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice In Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Warning:&lt;br /&gt;I've been having weird, horrifying dreams these few days.&lt;br /&gt;All the things that have been so unthinkable have surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what we'll have on the list tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gqv4Vviod0c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gqv4Vviod0c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If humans find the vuvuzela annoying, look how animals react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure,&lt;br /&gt;pushing down on me,&lt;br /&gt;pushing down on you,&lt;br /&gt;no man ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-9116736695292472716?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/9116736695292472716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=9116736695292472716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/9116736695292472716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/9116736695292472716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice In Wonderland'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8282707959821803083</id><published>2010-07-04T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:43:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcomed surprise</title><content type='html'>The moment I stepped into my room after I returned home I saw a huge bee.&lt;br /&gt;Ah bees.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I got stung before but I remember playing with a cactus and getting my finger decorated with pricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm speaking about peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the atmosphere in school is the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;Even nursery kids are affected now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expansion of the market has created materialism.&lt;br /&gt;Materialism is just part of life, but life is itself as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide life, along with unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;So knowing when to put a stop is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;The higher demand only spurs a higher depletion of resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's put aside our differences and work together in achieving a sustainable, harmonious, and contented short span of around 85 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to have good instead of bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8282707959821803083?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8282707959821803083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8282707959821803083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8282707959821803083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8282707959821803083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/unwelcomed-surprise.html' title='Unwelcomed surprise'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2159372407227972617</id><published>2010-07-01T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:20:06.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXRH50fvHWA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXRH50fvHWA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to have hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, they passed away already.&lt;br /&gt;I never had anymore pets after that.&lt;br /&gt;If only they had a longer life span like humans.&lt;br /&gt;Then they can accompany us for all our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps only humans can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of prelims, drawing to a close.&lt;br /&gt;4 days of holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2159372407227972617?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2159372407227972617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2159372407227972617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2159372407227972617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2159372407227972617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2773513818463859743</id><published>2010-06-30T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:16:19.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacillating</title><content type='html'>Decisions were always hard to make..&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when your heart says go for it and your mind says no?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to.. Just heavily in doubt...&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much time left..&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have much time left to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;This could be it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, all the best for all the prelims guys!&lt;br /&gt;Work hard towards the O's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2773513818463859743?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2773513818463859743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2773513818463859743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2773513818463859743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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because I eat really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was checking out horoscopes and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Compatability was somehow contradicting..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people insist on burying the truth when the outcome is predictable.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to say it's okay, but don't to act as if everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;And everything happens behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that things were salvagable.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're doing it for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;You are just giving people who know of it false hope.&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same starting next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning your sorrows in water as if water was wine, just like an alcoholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6876800823631217712?l=mag-na-ni-mous.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-8571802655323408726.post-6309608749085860001</id><published>2010-06-20T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:40:44.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 340px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010022.jpg" width="660" height="730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010023.jpg" width="580" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010026.jpg" width="580" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010027.jpg" width="580" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010029.jpg" width="580" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 340px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010032.jpg" width="580" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20062010034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 340px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/20062010034.jpg" width="580" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things we don't talk about, rather do without, just hold a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6309608749085860001?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6309608749085860001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6309608749085860001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6309608749085860001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6309608749085860001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/ascend.html' title='Ascend'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/Singapura/th_20062010022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571802655323408726.post-6195619377414656097</id><published>2010-06-19T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:59:26.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demented</title><content type='html'>A few people left Singapore for holiday already.&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage!&lt;br /&gt;Don't enjoy too much.&lt;br /&gt;Not stepping out of mainland.&lt;br /&gt;So just study accompanied with some workout.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can make do without it.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I made it my way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes plan Hyzue is still on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought tuition ended at 4.30 today.&lt;br /&gt;Well that was what I told my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Raised my head and scanned the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It threatened to rain.&lt;br /&gt;But the dark clouds cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;塞翁失马.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished an emath paper and im feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;Alright goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;Make the best out of the remaining 1 week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6195619377414656097?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6195619377414656097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6195619377414656097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6195619377414656097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6195619377414656097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/demented.html' title='Demented'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1552514633904851325</id><published>2010-06-18T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:31:39.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vexed</title><content type='html'>Aww man.&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's like insonmia oh oh..&lt;br /&gt;Like insonmia oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a case of "don't want to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;What if it's neither?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got excited and woke up a few times in a subconscious state in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;But awaking to see the morning was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really late.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather early.&lt;br /&gt;Goodmorning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1552514633904851325?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1552514633904851325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1552514633904851325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1552514633904851325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1552514633904851325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/vexed.html' title='Vexed'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-158050078189753024</id><published>2010-06-16T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:30:51.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Met my former primary school teacher whose husband happenned to be in zhss too.&lt;br /&gt;Initially they were like eheh, it's him.&lt;br /&gt;Then I only realized the she, who looked very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Off we went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Saw them again.&lt;br /&gt;Made eye-contact and he came over to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;"This is my wife."&lt;br /&gt;She was my primary school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"Your form teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;"HGPS?"&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly grew younger because she thought I was sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that teachers encounter over thousands of students in their career.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so unpredictable how life could be linked, like to have a primary school teacher's husband to be teaching in the secondary school you are currently studying in.&lt;br /&gt;BE WOW-ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 12.28 AM&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-158050078189753024?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571802655323408726.post-8208099006870938058</id><published>2010-06-15T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:43:32.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down memory lane</title><content type='html'>Good Morning guys!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to see it raining like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, today will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;I logged on to Facebook, only to see 33 new notifications.&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was another case of junk spam.&lt;br /&gt;Realized it was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PrimarySchool.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 591px; HEIGHT: 320px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/PrimarySchool.jpg" width="591" height="491" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary School photo yeah..&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering about what happenned to the blue guy.&lt;br /&gt;Well he was considered as one of the trouble-makers that time, which resulted in this friend of mine smudging his picture with blue ink.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, primary school rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;And the story continues in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;I would say it was much more peaceful back then.&lt;br /&gt;Now its not only rivalry, it's also like politics.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think the word would only exist among adults.&lt;br /&gt;But I got fooled.&lt;br /&gt;Things weren't always that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im off.&lt;br /&gt;Have to think of how to settle my own lunch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6ecf9;color:#000;" title=""  qc="afskeid neem en sorg" pc="goodbye and take care" closure_uid_7639io="28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;afskeid neem en sorg&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/8571802655323408726-8208099006870938058?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8208099006870938058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8208099006870938058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8208099006870938058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8208099006870938058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking down memory lane'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8949598249737920528</id><published>2010-06-11T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:35:07.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=the_orphan_poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/the_orphan_poster.jpg" width="407" height="571" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the pizza delivery guy for around 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Stood at the foyer and talked with a bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, if you didn't say, I wouldn't have known.&lt;br /&gt;But now im even more afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was The Orphan.&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, an insane freak who goes all the way out to inflict harm.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the guy's dead already, she continues to hack them with a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was Year One.&lt;br /&gt;After watching part of it, I finally found out why it was NC16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was Orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch much of it, so I went around school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the foyer from 8.30pm-9pm and watched the 4e2 students BBQ, with some of them running around as they were playing ice and water.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was envious as it was part of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ho asked us to join her Guzheng girls for a movie, Hotel for Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Left for mac after that.&lt;br /&gt;The bus was more crowded than usual, probably because people were rushing home to catch the World Cup Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD CUP FEVER!&lt;br /&gt;ONCE IN EVERY 4 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;I think I used to dream in playing in one.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, never expected South Africa to pull a draw over domineering Mexico in the opening game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8949598249737920528?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8949598249737920528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8949598249737920528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8949598249737920528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8949598249737920528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/concealed-hatred.html' title='Concealed hatred'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-83050919575898606</id><published>2010-06-09T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:08:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscientious</title><content type='html'>Face up to the harsh reality, it's a clash of preferences.&lt;br /&gt;But there are always exceptions right?&lt;br /&gt;It takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be selfish and wished that people were equal, or else there would be no variation among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me by the cover, and I have a couple more reasons to substantiate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hope people give me a leeway.&lt;br /&gt;It's like insulting me.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't people accept people for who they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know it's going to turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;It could very well buy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see a reason why you guys say im ''funny'', not literally though.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wish to see you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to buy some time so that we could be together for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;Things don't last for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will result in a faltered heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Time will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;This time, the past will accompany you until the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a stone wall.&lt;br /&gt;People demolish it.&lt;br /&gt;Build no wall and let them see what's actually behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-83050919575898606?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/83050919575898606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=83050919575898606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/83050919575898606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/83050919575898606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/conscientious.html' title='Conscientious'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-3176500535107632549</id><published>2010-06-05T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:48:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as you wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05062010018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 579px; HEIGHT: 391px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/05062010018.jpg" width="579" height="763" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05062010017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 577px; HEIGHT: 275px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/05062010017.jpg" width="449" height="536" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05062010015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 583px; HEIGHT: 281px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/05062010015.jpg" width="580" height="648" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05062010016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 270px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab213/mrslayer2/05062010016.jpg" width="615" height="692" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another school trip.&lt;br /&gt;This time to Chek Jawa Wetlands.&lt;br /&gt;Guided tour around the broadwalk.&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE ALL KNOW HOW TO CONSERVE THE ENVIRONMENT!&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhh, don't disturb the fiddler crabs.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, they were snapping loads and loads of photos.&lt;br /&gt;You wait and see, they'll post it up on facebook eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I always anticipate these outings, because Chek Java's conservation scheme is ending in 2012 if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumboat to and fro from Changi Point.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;They were contemplating whether to eat or not after walking one round around the food centre and seeing that there wasn't much to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to go for a Subway meal.&lt;br /&gt;I think they had trouble understanding what the guy was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY, WHAT BREAD WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;-PONDERS- AHH, TURKEY BREAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say tomato though.&lt;br /&gt;Come on. What's life without a little joy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-3176500535107632549?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/3176500535107632549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=3176500535107632549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3176500535107632549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/3176500535107632549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-as-you-wish.html' title='Just as you wish'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-1696829177898311330</id><published>2010-06-02T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:35:49.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earnest</title><content type='html'>Took awhile to find a decent blogskin which could fit all my widgets and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself, what drives you to blog?&lt;br /&gt;Are people even interested in reading? Now that the blogging scene has seem less active and facebook has taken over, with all the status updates...&lt;br /&gt;Blogging seems to be a way of life for me.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping track of the little facets is something that doesn't bore me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should stop all these silly games because no one seems to like it.&lt;br /&gt;I told you nicely, but you chose to be obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;If you're exchanging others' disgusted feelings for your personal fun, then you are just being inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all I can do on my part.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to be furious about, it's just that you should ask yourself what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;You always said to BE A MAN AND DO THE RIGHT THING.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's not this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-1696829177898311330?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/1696829177898311330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=1696829177898311330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1696829177898311330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/1696829177898311330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/06/earnest.html' title='Earnest'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-6647738280360033001</id><published>2010-05-31T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:38:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want</title><content type='html'>MUMMY, I WANT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;BOY WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T SPEND ANOTHER SINGLE CENT BUT I WANT THAT PRICELESS A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Level's Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Tensed atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down, I immediately realized that my dictionary wasn't with me.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I asked for permission to rush out to retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the teachers came around and asked for my IC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay at that point in time I was like, okay, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall grade will be released in August.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will be a great National Day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Many many more papers to come.&lt;br /&gt;Same procedures, similar tensed moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food expo at Expo Exihibition Hall 5.&lt;br /&gt;Not as packed as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;There were more perishables to buy than sold for consumption.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;Car into a taxi and a lorry into the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,there are extra lessons tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-6647738280360033001?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/6647738280360033001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=6647738280360033001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6647738280360033001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/6647738280360033001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/want.html' title='Want'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5648833849999968358</id><published>2010-05-28T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:08:42.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed</title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vesak Day! &lt;br /&gt;Not really a break but at least it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Going to buy some stuff later to motivate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure it will be able to confine me in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgements differ. &lt;br /&gt;Some say looks are most important.&lt;br /&gt;Some beg to differ and say that what's inside matters more than what's outside.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I do agree with you that first impressions matter.&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't the impression consist of both looks and the heart? &lt;br /&gt;I want to say I don't know at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;But let's just leave the judging to others.&lt;br /&gt;Even I were to judge myself there will be other comments, right?&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter as long you have a sense of rightfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep finding fault with other people, it's better if you come to a consensus with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this Tibetan personality test that Mrs Ho showed us during Geography lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference.&lt;br /&gt; Cow, Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Write one word that describes the following.&lt;br /&gt; Dog, Cat, Rat, Coffee, Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Think of someone who also knows you and is important to you, in which you can relate to them in the following colours. Name just one person for each colour.&lt;br /&gt; Yellow, Orange, Red, White, Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Cow signifies career&lt;br /&gt;   Tiger signifies pride&lt;br /&gt;   Sheep signifies love&lt;br /&gt;   Horse signifies family&lt;br /&gt;   Pig signifies money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)Dog: Personality of your partner &lt;br /&gt;   Rat: Personality of your enemy&lt;br /&gt;   Coffee: How you interpret sex&lt;br /&gt;   Sea: Implies your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Yellow: Someone you will never forget&lt;br /&gt;    Orange: Someone you call a true friend&lt;br /&gt;    Red: Someone you really love&lt;br /&gt;    White: Your twin soul &lt;br /&gt;    Green: Someone you will remember for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results were pretty fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could try too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all is miserable and mundane, he'll be there for you to calm you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5648833849999968358?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5648833849999968358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5648833849999968358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5648833849999968358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5648833849999968358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/concealed.html' title='Concealed'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8093999910650653326</id><published>2010-05-26T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:09:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falter or Tenacious?</title><content type='html'>As the days drag on... &lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's still room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一步一步来，因为在生活是没有一步登天这会事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;树立太高，只怕不切实际。&lt;br /&gt;树立太低，又怕没有发挥自己最出色的面目。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger like those in Ninja Warrior, who fail all the time in Sasuke but try again and again until they achieve total victory is all in the mindset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8093999910650653326?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8093999910650653326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8093999910650653326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8093999910650653326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8093999910650653326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/falter.html' title='Falter or Tenacious?'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-4301710900063345301</id><published>2010-05-24T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:20:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internalize</title><content type='html'>It's funny how sometimes how wild your imagination can run.&lt;br /&gt;Espescially when it comes to dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;No, not that day-dreaming, but dreams, those you have at night.&lt;br /&gt;I think yesterday I had the most horrific dream in these few years.&lt;br /&gt;The worst ones were back then when I was a little kid... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of being MOLESTED.&lt;br /&gt;Not by someone, but a couple of people.&lt;br /&gt;At the bus-stop directly outside school.&lt;br /&gt;I think im traumatized after being touched.&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what I mean, during lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;That chee ko peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the most retarded thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;They say 90% of dreams vanish when you awake from your unconscious state.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently this lingered in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Alright a really long day ahead tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And im off to DREAM again!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-4301710900063345301?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/4301710900063345301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=4301710900063345301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that if you don't want something to happen, then don't do it to people. &lt;br /&gt;Im just sitting here thinking of what im going to eat for breakfast tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was intending to sleep early and wake up early tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;But my mind's keeping me awake at the wee hours. &lt;br /&gt;When I slumber on to my bed, i'll feel a bit groggy.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, i'll knock out into lalaland and begin the wonderful process of dreaming time and time again. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall'nt think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the thinking for the dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably wake up tomorrow and realize that IT'S 10.30AM ALREADY. &lt;br /&gt;Then i'll scurry off with a hardly filled stomach for bio tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Expected wake up time tomorrow: 10.04AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good wee hours of the morning guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2456595614923081051?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2456595614923081051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2456595614923081051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2456595614923081051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2456595614923081051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/perturbed.html' title='Perturbed'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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mind right now...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my parents are more updated in the movie scene than I am.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me think, how long have I not caught a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, The Last Song.&lt;br /&gt;So many anti Miley Cyrus people out there, I know of a few, but I shall not name them.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I was just curious if it was a nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie's not entirely about Miley okay!&lt;br /&gt;Alright let's see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2983243784565487856?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2983243784565487856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2983243784565487856' 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till night. &lt;br /&gt;It's been ages seen I touched a volleyball. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was rusty and nervous because I had to attend to all those spikers which we all knew were good.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we had dinner at Subway, it was already 9.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;They say you should eat at least 4 hours before you sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Carnival this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the rain helped to "wash" the track.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really uneasy initially, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies wouldn't even count.&lt;br /&gt;I reminded other people but I turned out to be the foolish one.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;I practically just had to let things out.&lt;br /&gt;Class went on to clinch the 1st position for relay. &lt;br /&gt;Awesome effort guys.&lt;br /&gt;Nice try for the soccer though, too much hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer with the teachers felt better. &lt;br /&gt;But it was still too congested in the field cause of the number of students wanting to play.&lt;br /&gt;You can't help it right? Everyone desires and deserves to have a chance to play with the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;OOPS, I think I tackled Mr Chong.&lt;br /&gt;Detention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5036447372666683773?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5036447372666683773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5036447372666683773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5036447372666683773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5036447372666683773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's marking day, so it spells HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very long holiday, but at least a short break before we embark on our quest in preparation for the highly anticipated chinese paper.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sleep early wake up early tomorrow to embrace the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-322536644553458063?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/322536644553458063/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Utter disgrace</title><content type='html'>As usual, I was on my way back from tuition today when I passed by the park.&lt;br /&gt;Today was unusual I must say.&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head to the left, and saw a boy slightly younger than me, tossing up the swing, coiling the chain around the metal structure.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my eyes fixed on him as I walked by, only to see his maid smiling at him while he was enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;-Sways my head in disbelief-&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to wreck the playground of the little ones to turn it into your own little playground?&lt;br /&gt;And of all days, why must you do it on a Saturday, where all the kids are looking forward to going to the park just to enjoy the little pleasures on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;Why must you deprive others of their opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;What if the town council has decided not to repair the swing if they know that it has been vandalized time and time again?&lt;br /&gt;Can you bear to see the little ones with only a slide and monkey bar to play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down again for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cool being able to hear people playing the piano from their own houses while you're down at the fitness corner.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the feign pianist tunes of Lady Gaga's Telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;Let the hunt for vegetables begin!&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, most of the vegetables were sold out.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get my hands on a packet which were one of the last few.&lt;br /&gt;Got home.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy told me.&lt;br /&gt;EH WHY YOU BUY KAILAN?&lt;br /&gt;"I thought it was Cai Sim ah".&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled at me.&lt;br /&gt;See how kuku I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-7027488898839715775?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/7027488898839715775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=7027488898839715775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7027488898839715775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/7027488898839715775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/utter-disgrace.html' title='Utter disgrace'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-2988875918216636065</id><published>2010-05-13T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:06:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disceit</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxiapQgF5cI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxiapQgF5cI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet our local talent, Singapore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home early today because there wasn't any ssp.&lt;br /&gt;History lesson today was a struggle because I was sitting directly below the air-con which was blowing at full-blast.&lt;br /&gt;11.50: -turns to bernard, cold right? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;-turns to Hui Hai, aren't you cold? No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Questions posed to 2 different people, 2 different responses.&lt;br /&gt;By 12.10, I was already freezing and restless, fidgeting around in an attempt to generate some heat to keep myself warm.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know homeostasis is working for me, because heat is regulated internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, contemplating if I should go for a run. Or the other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-2988875918216636065?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/2988875918216636065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=2988875918216636065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2988875918216636065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/2988875918216636065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/disceit.html' title='Disceit'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-5655523847381308610</id><published>2010-05-10T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:21:36.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Articulate</title><content type='html'>English Oral!&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought being the last would naturally put me at a huge disadvantage because the examiner might have already been dozing off and fighting to keep herself awake.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say it was enjoyable just talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;Lighten up the mood and things will breeze through, as if you're talking to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can see that tomorrow's going to be a breeze because I can go home early and savour the food that I crave for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy what you're doing, and you will unknowingly perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the attitude that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-5655523847381308610?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/5655523847381308610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=5655523847381308610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5655523847381308610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/5655523847381308610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/articulate.html' title='Articulate'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-8796012839712093892</id><published>2010-05-09T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:41:43.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperventilate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Sunday, with the clouds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem like it's gonna pour anytime soon, which means I can go enjoy myself again.&lt;br /&gt;But I better do something constructive when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;Oral's tomorrow, perhaps I could spend some time reading to myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;My mum used to tell me that eating something before your oral examinations would stink up your breath, leaving behind a foul smell.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I won't be eating much. But it's a long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright better go off now.&lt;br /&gt;Before it gets too dark.&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the attitude that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-8796012839712093892?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/8796012839712093892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=8796012839712093892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8796012839712093892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/8796012839712093892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/hyperventilate.html' title='Hyperventilate'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><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-8571802655323408726.post-736248973077061935</id><published>2010-05-06T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:37:04.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>Woke up slightly earlier in the morning in order to reach school on time to prepare for reflections.&lt;br /&gt;And today we have Jun Hao and...... to share their reflections...&lt;br /&gt;Faced an approximate 1200 strong audience, which I bet three quarters or even more were idling.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from some people in the crowd that Jun Hao was shaking his ass while reading.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wouldn't have known as my eyes were only fixed on my fellow schoolmates and my queue cards.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Heartening to see some things..&lt;br /&gt;But as always, I was pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile always lightens the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History SSP in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, quite a number of people who were still in class when I returned back to class.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was pretty surprised by the fact that so many people were unwilling to return home.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I strolled to the Circle Line and through the station to get to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Then coincidentally, the group of Xingzi and others were on my left, the group of Jiayi and others were on my right.&lt;br /&gt;So I just paused there and waited.&lt;br /&gt;" Why don't you want to take the MRT?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I can reach home faster."&lt;br /&gt;To reach home to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright im feeling a bit sluggish from missing out from the park.&lt;br /&gt;It lightens the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Going down now.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8571802655323408726-736248973077061935?l=mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/feeds/736248973077061935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8571802655323408726&amp;postID=736248973077061935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/736248973077061935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8571802655323408726/posts/default/736248973077061935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mag-na-ni-mous.blogspot.com/2010/05/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Nothing Special</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
