<?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-35596791</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:30.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerous minds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-4316934162216684217</id><published>2007-05-04T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T05:28:31.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh. the hardest part of the examinations are finally over. Well the remaining rest of the exams cant really be described to its full potential, the closest I got was OMFGWTF! Yes having an examination on the topic of moral education for Barker boys is not a very bright idea. At least they tried, I'll give them that. And then there is Design &amp; Technology, having a paper test on how to destroy the earth is.... Well kinda weird actually but I guess carpenters-to-be take their ply-wood seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Mario Theory&lt;br /&gt;   You know the thing where Mario bonks his head onto a box and a magical mushroom pops out, starts running around the room and also makes Mario taller? Well I'm guessing thats a high-mushroom pumped with high-quality cocaine.  You see, it gets Mario high with the sense of invicibility and with his new found powers, Mario runs around beating up innocents  like Goombas and the Mafia Lord Browser and once again saves the princesses life ( How the hell did she get captured so many times?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sure If you have a sad life following the Mario story line, I'm betting you must have encountered the feather. This mystical relic falls from the heavens in times of crisis enchanting Mario a power to soar like an eagle over enemy lines. But wait, there is one catch, your wearing a raccoon suite. The Gods of Mario land must have gone :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarioGod1: "Mario requires our aid!"&lt;br /&gt;MarioGod2: "Indeed, I shall imbune a feather to bestow powers of an eagle to the person who carries it. Then I shall drop it from the heavens in times of need."&lt;br /&gt;MarioGod1: "Marvelous plan, why not turn the user into a raccoon while we are at it?"&lt;br /&gt;MarioGod2: "Brilliant! I'll get started right away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fusajiro_Yamauchi" title="Fusajiro Yamauchi"&gt;Fusajiro Yamauchi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who is the founder of Nintendo by the way)&lt;/span&gt; has a secret raccoon fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the villains which look like they were designed by a crack addict. Lets take Thwomp for instance, you've guessed it, thwomp is a giant brick, I'm not shitting you. The Thwomp is a giant brick that basically drops with the sound of THWOMP! Two major flaws of creativity, firstly, its named after the one and only sound the character makes. Two its a giant stone brick with faces on ever side, not only that after it 'Thwomps' once its over, its just sits there looking and looking and looking........ I'm sure they serve pretty good crack at Nintendos creativity department, where the taps have three different settings, cold, hot and crack. Ahh don't we just love the Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-4316934162216684217?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/4316934162216684217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=4316934162216684217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/4316934162216684217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/4316934162216684217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-4542870214895229762</id><published>2007-04-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:20:55.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew...Things have finally settled down. Much more relaxed now though exams are near. But who said exams have to be stressful? Stay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aloysius&lt;/span&gt; house again last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, Mark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pedunk&lt;/span&gt;, Kevin ,Gabriel were there but they left. We were playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt; lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every game&lt;/span&gt; he played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. And for some strange reason i won a few games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;. I also witnessed how complicated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; was...I feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Weird things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to me today.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw my principle take a bus 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Teacher: what did these men have in common.&lt;br /&gt;  Genius Me: They all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; died&lt;br /&gt;  Teacher: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oookaaayy&lt;/span&gt;....... Besides that...&lt;br /&gt;  Me: They all died in agony&lt;br /&gt;  Teacher: you need counseling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me: Sir, can i go toilet&lt;br /&gt;   Teacher: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, but if I come back faster then you stay back after class.*runs out of class*&lt;br /&gt;  Me -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-During an intense shelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;from English&lt;/span&gt; teacher&lt;br /&gt; Friend: *walks into class* " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt; Awkward silence......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh man some stupid bugger stole my phone in school today. Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ACS&lt;/span&gt; boys, not one drop of decency in them. Anyway, drinking two cups of ice cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; in under a minute is a BAD IDEA! Seriously, I though a face cramp was impossible, but IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ISNT&lt;/span&gt;. It hurts like a frenzied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;raccoon&lt;/span&gt; chewing your cheeks away. Oh and I found out that its against the school rules to sleep in school. 0.0 whats up with that? I mean if your tired you eat, if your sleepy you frigging sleep. Whats next? ban on chicken wings? Oh wait, its already banned. Damn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-4542870214895229762?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/4542870214895229762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=4542870214895229762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/4542870214895229762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/4542870214895229762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/04/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-8712031286096558627</id><published>2007-03-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:01:32.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sick again. Seems like the flu bug has half my class down on MC. Ive been worrying about my grades, seems like I'm not doing too well with my maths, but other then that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everythings&lt;/span&gt; pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, just yesterday someone asked me why I like sleeping so much. Well I've thought about it for a while and I've come to a conclusion that i enjoy sleeping so much is because............I don't have to deal with any kind of crap life throws at me. When I sleep, I tend not to dream that much, dreaming to me is... Well, too much like life. Sleeping to me is an escape from everything, there's no one to irritate you, no one to stab you in the back, nothing to make you feel bad, nothing to make you feel guilty. There is an absolute nothing, just a large space where i can forget about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I guess its like drugs, or smoking. You can escape reality for a few moments, but sooner or later your gonna have to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Things have been quite bad lately, its not the problems i cant solve that bother me, its those which I can. I just feel like exploding. I need someone which I can trust, a person who wont back stab. I suppose I've met these people not too long ago. But with my amazing parents who broke up during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt;, moving house 3 times in less then 2 months right in the middle of my freaking exams. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Then there are those people who call themselves friends, who ditched me when I needed them the most, funniest thing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;They're&lt;/span&gt; from my church. After all this crap and more, I find it hard to trust people. Some day Ill explode if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; talk to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-8712031286096558627?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/8712031286096558627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=8712031286096558627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/8712031286096558627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/8712031286096558627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-4714232709777187339</id><published>2007-03-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:41:59.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A SIMPLE SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;my teacher once said: Oh bloody hell lah! Stupid computer&lt;br /&gt;never in my life have i regretted: Knowing Jesus&lt;br /&gt;the people who can drive me nuts but then can always make me smile are: Julian, Dong Yun, my whole cell lol&lt;br /&gt;when im nervous: Think&lt;br /&gt;the last time i laughed was: few mins ago&lt;br /&gt;my hair is: Too long.... Much too long&lt;br /&gt;my CCA is: Scouts&lt;br /&gt;this year so far is: Messy&lt;br /&gt;when i turn my head left i see: My guitar, and my pillow :)&lt;br /&gt;calendar.when i turn my head to the right i see: a door......&lt;br /&gt;when i look down i see: A dollar! hey i found a dollar&lt;br /&gt;the craziest recent event:Passing my stop for about 10mins caus i was sleeping on the bus&lt;br /&gt;by this time next year: I would be taller&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard time understanding: Why people like to slap each other&lt;br /&gt;one time at a family gathering:I slept lol&lt;br /&gt;you know i like: A light-hearted moment&lt;br /&gt;if i won an award the 1st person i thank is: God&lt;br /&gt;triangles are:pokey&lt;br /&gt;my ideal breakfast is: ham and eggs&lt;br /&gt;what do i feel like doing now: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i am married: Nope&lt;br /&gt;the world could do with: Christ&lt;br /&gt;i would rather lick a belly of a cockroach: Then to switch church&lt;br /&gt;most recent thing you bought yourself: A book&lt;br /&gt;most recent thing someone bought you: A stuffed dog&lt;br /&gt;my least fave time of the day: Evening&lt;br /&gt;the last time i was high: Today in school&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt: Eat so much&lt;br /&gt;last night: Chatted with Grace and LMYN&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl i know: Whos slacks more then me&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell the next person who makes me happy: HAhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;im listening to: Eric Clapton-Change the world&lt;br /&gt;i last ate: Chicken :)&lt;br /&gt;my bedsheet is: Old?&lt;br /&gt;on the table: Cup of water, bowl of corn flakes, math book. more food. another cup with milk for my corn flakes and a spoon&lt;br /&gt;my full name is: Liu WenRong David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-4714232709777187339?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/4714232709777187339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=4714232709777187339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/4714232709777187339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/4714232709777187339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/03/simple-survey-my-teacher-once-said-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-8086980603570801299</id><published>2007-03-02T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:14:39.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive once heard someone say " If only Ive got 263 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MEP&lt;/span&gt;." And as fate proves its self once again. Ive just head another person utter such nonsense again. But this time its worse, this someones complaining of not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; near perfection &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;academically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Why cant people see blessings, but instead turn everything they do against themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; finally attained perfection for yourself, ask yourself this. What now? For the sake of twisted goals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; overworked yourself. You may think its all for your own good, but if you were doing this for yourself, you would have just slowed down to your own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You may not realise, but sometimes the geniuses are the ones you think are stupid. My friend for example, scored top prizes for two subjects in the school, got 263 plus for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; but he is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt; barker. Wasted? No, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe so, he told me that the only way to move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; is at your own pace. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; his reason  for coming to barker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And another thing. ever think of how people in normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stream&lt;/span&gt; feel? So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ever, ever say your not good enough. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the right to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-8086980603570801299?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/8086980603570801299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=8086980603570801299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/8086980603570801299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/8086980603570801299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-once-heard-someone-say-if-only-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-6626143117133160867</id><published>2007-02-18T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:23:16.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAVOURITE&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants:My surf pants&lt;br /&gt;Number:6&lt;br /&gt;Animal:Cat&lt;br /&gt;Drink:Tea&lt;br /&gt;WaterSport:Swimming&lt;br /&gt;Month:Dec Feb&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon character:Ethen&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVERBeen close to dying: Strangely, yes, five times&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry:Nope&lt;br /&gt;Broke a bone:No&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare:Duh&lt;br /&gt;Ran away:Yep&lt;br /&gt;Broke someones heart:I think I may have&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someones death:No&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVERFell off your chair:Hahah alot of times&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails:yeah&lt;br /&gt;Used someone:Depends.....&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS&lt;br /&gt;Your good-luck charm:Myself :) haha&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite song: "Shine" by Take That "some hearts" by Carrie Underwood "free loop" by daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;Next to you:guitar&lt;br /&gt;Your pet peeve:None?&lt;br /&gt;Motivations:My own expectations&lt;br /&gt;EVER HAD&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Pox:Yeah, very mild i think&lt;br /&gt;Soar throat:yeah..&lt;br /&gt;A one night stand:Yeah bought it at Ikea&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight:No&lt;br /&gt;Have Long distance relationships:Noope&lt;br /&gt;Like school:Yeah sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your family:Depends&lt;br /&gt;Wear contact lenses or glasses:Glasses&lt;br /&gt;Like filling out surveys:Oh the irony......&lt;br /&gt;Like yourself: yeah&lt;br /&gt;WHO was the last person who called you:Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;Makes you smile the most: My cell&lt;br /&gt;Knows you best: I dont think anyone does&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU Obsessive complusive:Yes haha&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal:Err. No...&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY DID YOU&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you liked: My friends? yeah haha&lt;br /&gt;Buy something:Cookies :)&lt;br /&gt;Get sick:Nope&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone:Hrm abit&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex:Dont have one??&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO&lt;br /&gt;Slept in your bed:ME!, besides me, Shiny, the last time she came.&lt;br /&gt;Saw or heard you cry: Cant think of anyone&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies with:Just now.&lt;br /&gt;Told you they loved you: cant remember, seriously&lt;br /&gt;You fought with:School buggers&lt;br /&gt;You made fun of:School friends&lt;br /&gt;Made fun of you:School friends LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Are you righty or lefty:Righty&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny movie:Err funny.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea:Tea, suddenly converted.&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter:Winter&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or Pearl:Pearls&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry or Watermelon:Watermelon all the water and the umm, mellon!&lt;br /&gt;Hated anyone in your family:yes&lt;br /&gt;Good singer:Cant sing for nuts&lt;br /&gt;What was your last dream about:More like memories of my old house and past events&lt;br /&gt;When did you last shower:An hour ago&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading now:Hanibal&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world:Finding a place where your accepted&lt;br /&gt;What's underneath your bed:Dust&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal:Dog and tomato!&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of right now:heights&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely right now:Sort of, being alone everyday from 2-8 is kinda, well lonely&lt;br /&gt;Song thats stuck in your head right now:Rehab by Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;First thing you notice on opposite sex:Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are you to shy to ask someone out:No need to yet&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now:Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower:&lt;a title="Phalaenopsis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phalaenopsis"&gt;Phalaenopsis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-6626143117133160867?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/6626143117133160867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=6626143117133160867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/6626143117133160867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/6626143117133160867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/02/favourite-kind-of-pantsmy-surf-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-3666697200857672975</id><published>2007-02-18T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:04:05.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seens&lt;/span&gt; dead, Chinatown seemed like the rainy town of the damned where old people roam silent streets and over priced shops. Either I was missing out on something really big or all the hype in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; is gone. Seriously With all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youngies&lt;/span&gt; like me around, and with old boring styled places around. I guess that just kills the mood for us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; needs a major make-over like Christmas has every year, with Santa in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;zany&lt;/span&gt; new outfits that no longer sends out bad vibes of a fat child-preying paedophile ringing a bell, waiting silently, patient, like a hawk, for little boys and girls that may one day cross his path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.figure-speech.com/Clients/ROIDirect/holiday/Hip%20Santa.jpg"&gt;http://www.figure-speech.com/Clients/ROIDirect/holiday/Hip%20Santa.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paedophile-&lt;a href="http://www.worldofkitsch.com/celebrity/images/clause_santa004.jpg"&gt;http://www.worldofkitsch.com/celebrity/images/clause_santa004.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the importance of being up to date? So lets remake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; into something new that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; associate with pissed magical beasts and spirits that drive children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;insain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; just nasty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-3666697200857672975?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/3666697200857672975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=3666697200857672975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/3666697200857672975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/3666697200857672975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-this-year-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-117085869125048058</id><published>2007-02-07T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:31:31.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well been lagging behind on posts, been busy, and not forgetting my dear old friend, fatigue. Just too tired to do anything, more importantly I don't see the point of school. Too much biasness and lack of common sense why do teachers appreciate the boot lickers, while condemn the people who speak up for themselves. Why? The truth is, when teachers tell you they care, its a lie. The moment when they realize someone could stand up for what's right, breaking the class order. They simply junk us into detention. Students need to see people as they are. Take off the veil of shallowness, stand up for what's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that's never going to happen, everyone's too busy backstabbing and boot licking just to get to the top. Don't tell me your friends are different from the others, or that they are different. They are all the same, that's why they are 'the others' .If only you could see them when they aren't around you, only when people think they are alone then their masks comes off and only then you can see them for what they truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month in school and already I've seen people get backstabbed, friendships ruined over self gain. When did God's creations become so pathetic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-117085869125048058?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/117085869125048058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=117085869125048058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/117085869125048058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/117085869125048058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-been-lagging-behind-on-posts-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116963756306595634</id><published>2007-01-24T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T03:19:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapel today was really something, the preacher talked about how we were connected to the God in this present age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When god brought his people out of Egypt, they expected a life free from hardships, with everything nicely layed out for them. And when they were in the desert, running out of food and water, they started complaining about how they would have been better off in Egypt, where they would have been fed. But God was merciful and sent birds to bring them mana or in idiot terms, bread. Something like pizza, but without the toppings. Anyway they still complained. And because of that ( and some other stuff) they wandered the desert of 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and God also gave Moses and gave him a vision of the tabernacle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tabernacle of the Hebrews, during the Exodus, was a portable worship facility comprised of a tent draped with colorful curtains. It had a rectangular, perimeter fence of fabric, poles and staked cords. This rectangle was always erected when they would camp, oriented to the east. In the center of this enclosure was a rectangular sanctuary draped with goats'-hair curtains, and the roof was made from rams' skins. Inside, it was divided into two areas, the Holy Place and the Most Holy Place. These two 'compartments were separated by a curtain or veil. Entering the first space, one would see 3 pieces of sacred furniture: a seven-branched oil lampstand on the left (south), a table for twelve loaves of show bread on the right (north) and straight ahead before the dividing curtain (west) was an altar for incense-burning. Beyond this curtain was the cube-shaped inner room known as the (Holy of Holies) or (kodesh hakodashim). This sacred space contained a single article called the &lt;a title="Ark of the covenant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ark_of_the_covenant"&gt;Ark of the covenant&lt;/a&gt; (aron habrit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the the tabernacle was made out of three parts, the outer courts, the holy place and the holy of holies outer courts everyone could enter, the holy place, the priests would enter to do their daily jobs. But the holy of holies, only the head priest could enter, and only ONCE a year. And if he didn't do anything according to Gods will, he would die. Now a dead body in the tabernacle wouldn't be a good thing right? So they tied a rope and bells around the guys feet, so if the priest died, and the people outside didn't hear anything for about 30mins, they would sort go.. Hrms..Must be dead, lets pull him out. So in some sense the head priest was a dead man walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Jesus died, at that exact moment, the curtain tore apart right in the centre. It wasn't two steroid body building priests, they would have died instantly. Those people working the the holy place heard a tearing noise, it wasn't coming from below, it was tearing top down. They must have thought '' ZOMG! Where are the hands??..... Wow the holy of holies, never seen it before. Well now I'm gone die......" so they were shocked basically. Anyone who was not the head priest would have died the moment they saw the holy of holies. This shows that god was now open to everyone, that everyone would be used by God, youth adults children etc...... And without the curtain, the arrangement of the furniture and the shape of the room formed a cross. Cool aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116963756306595634?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116963756306595634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116963756306595634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116963756306595634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116963756306595634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/01/chapel-today-was-really-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116895049888491449</id><published>2007-01-16T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:59:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh I hate scoo *stabbed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell people... its only been two weeks of school, I don't think its time for retarded animals to start blogging about how they hate their freaking EDUCATION. Come on its not that bad, unless your one of those retarded lizards that live under my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed to school people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Fellow students, lords of disruption. Please SHUT THE **** up about Maple and Warcraft. I don't care what kind of armor ( Yes I spelled it armor ) you found yesterday, nor do I care about how you killed the magical ponies of barbie land and got a medal.( Kudos anyway those damned ponies shall never hurt another cornea ever again) I don't care if your helmet gives you total immunity of the earthly elements, it STILL makes you LOOK like a gigantic dick head. And for those obsessed by DOTA. You can take that S&amp;amp;Y and shove it up your arse, right before you whoop yourself with your BKB, MKB and BOT. FO' SHIZZLE. Sorry, couldn't resist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116895049888491449?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116895049888491449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116895049888491449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116895049888491449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116895049888491449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhh-i-hate-scoo-stabbed-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116882615708209119</id><published>2007-01-14T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:55:57.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah, just came back from the emergency room at the children hospital. It took my awhile to get my mother to send me to the hospital caus I didn't have the energy to get up. Felt like my wind pipe had closed up and that my lungs were filled with lead. Not fun. Had asthma again, probably brought on by cold weather and allergy reactions. And maybe the seafood BBQ. Hahaha I finally beat aloysious, shaun and Yan in a prawn eating contest. I covered a bowl in shells plus stacked some on top, then covered the sides in heads and made a prawn graveyard. Oh yeah the story about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell outing on Saturday, went to marina bay. Yan and shaun were there by 'accident'. lol the guys decided to play soccer. Me, on the other hand, do not like to chase balls in a muddy field. Seeing that it was a windy day, I bought a kite, not just any kite a uber kite. I flew it so high I ran out of string and had to buy another reel, by then the wind up in the clouds were super strong, heck THE STORM GODS WERE PISSED. And the kite just got pulled from my hands. And damn it went away fast, and I all I can say is that its frigging hard to run in muddy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we went for sea-food. The sec ones didn't put butter on their BBQ thingy so, being wonderful alchemists they are, they magically turned a plate of chicken into carbon, Shazam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food I ate:&lt;br /&gt;1. Prawns. Lets just say I was like the equal of Kronos the god of time and destruction for the prawns.&lt;br /&gt;2. 3 Flower craps, Yum too bad there was soooo little meat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Half a plate of chicken, man the peppered one rocked&lt;br /&gt;4.Half a plate of pork&lt;br /&gt;5.Abit of fake abalone&lt;br /&gt;6.5 Fishballs. mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a funny story about the prawns, well they were ALIVE. So I developed a method of picking the prawns by their whisker thingys, screaming like a little girl, then flinging them into the steamboat. I'd say it worked pretty well. I also cooked up some of my special butter prawns. yummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116882615708209119?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116882615708209119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116882615708209119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116882615708209119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116882615708209119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/01/bah-just-came-back-from-emergency-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116851105491387157</id><published>2007-01-11T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:24:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH schools killing my social life..... Been super busy, so busy that I've missed 2 karate lessons :( Somehow I've injured my right hip, cant exacly move the leg back and fourth, hurts like a thousand fiery daggers with a vengeance. The saddest part is that I cant run, all I can do walk around slowly...... I LIKE to rush around, dunno why. But I have this theory that if you enjoy the moment right to the very end, then rush off to the next even in my Oh so interesting daily life. It stops me from slacking and adds a whole new level of fun running around the school to classes with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Finally met my new art teacher this year. Strange old woman. She actually thinks she can bribe the class into behaving by using a point system. And it gets surreal when this happens Teacher:" I have sharp eyes ah! If any of you puts your head on the table I will catch you. Me: sleeping*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Ok every one stand up! Good afternoon classClass: " Good afternoon madam'"&lt;br /&gt;Me: still sleeping...It was only after 30 minutes or so when my friend woke me up. And we all started laughing like people high on weed. And she didn't even notice us. But she did at that very moment catch my friend talking to someone and minus his group points, and by that time we were really rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Well strangely to me, that's kind of normal now. Weird. I've seen someone fall of the second story in school and walk off, I've seen teachers play warcraft, a soccer ball flying through the window. What's that? That's not weird? I was on the 5th story. I've seen shoes hanging from the sports hall ceiling. Discipline masters sleeping in talks. And a lot other weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! There was a sec one orientation camp last week, the scouts had to build a 2-3 story high tower. We had to climb it just to hand out flag, kudos to all the crazy scouts who did that. We also built a catupault thingy and shot water bombs at the teachers. Haha whole lot of fun. Scouts, the schools free man power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116851105491387157?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116851105491387157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116851105491387157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116851105491387157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116851105491387157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhhh-schools-killing-my-social-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116767275710631934</id><published>2007-01-01T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:32:37.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year everyone, watchnight service was ok, it did'nt have the felling of being a whole church together celebrating. I guess I cant blame them since not everything is built, walls have to go up, carpets have to be laid, Kudos to the workes and the people whos blood, sweat and tears have helped build PL. Keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just recently got to know my new cell better, I can just sense that its going to be more united then my last cell. With these few wacky/intresting people, whos knows what weird cell outings we are going to have. Our first cell outing is this saturday at Marina, cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hrm, Ice skating last week was fun. went with Danielle, Bryan and my brother. Considering that the last time I ice skated was 2 years ago, falling down 2 times was pretty lucky if you ask me. though I think my ass broke when I fell backwards into a pool of melted ice.... Its like falling on a cement pavement, except you land on a huge giant cup of slurpe. I also realised that Mc'Donalds coffe sucks, But I still love their hot cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, schools starting and suddenly everyones magically turning into idiotic looking school twits, why? Because of the amazing hair rule for boys in school. Hair must not touch the collar of the school uniform, hair must not touch the ear, hair must not be longer then the eyebrowns, and lastly no dyed hair. So with the new school year starting, hairdessers are making a profit while thousands of boys island wide suffer silent torture.... And yes I just got a hair cut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116767275710631934?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116767275710631934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116767275710631934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116767275710631934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116767275710631934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everyone-watchnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116688052478997215</id><published>2006-12-23T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:28:44.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well blog on hiatus, my com got pwned and raped by a gang of 7 different viruses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116688052478997215?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116688052478997215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116688052478997215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116688052478997215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116688052478997215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-blog-on-hiatus-my-com-got-pwned.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116540423815879089</id><published>2006-12-06T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:17:51.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name : David Liu WenRong&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate :120293&lt;br /&gt;Age : 13&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type : erm, no bleeping idea&lt;br /&gt;1) Favorite Tv Show(s) Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;2) Favorite Chocolate? Dark-Bitter&lt;br /&gt;3)Ice-Cream with toppings? Ew&lt;br /&gt;4) Emotional? If pissed&lt;br /&gt;5) Black pen or Blue pen? Black&lt;br /&gt;6)Computer Addict? yar, nothing much to do besides that&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite activity(s) Blog and Chat&lt;br /&gt;8)Prefer Guys or Girls? cant say, both?&lt;br /&gt;9) 8-ball or 9-ball? 9 ball&lt;br /&gt;10) Ever thought of changing Hair colour? Nope, can't be assed to&lt;br /&gt;11)Most exciting thing that happened this week. WoW&lt;br /&gt;12) The most exciting one. WoW lol&lt;br /&gt;13) Favorite Super Hero?sunspot!!!&lt;br /&gt;14) Thought of getting married? nope&lt;br /&gt;15) Thought of having kids? Over Julien's pervertic dead body&lt;br /&gt;16) How many? 0&lt;br /&gt;17)Music or Quietness? Music (:&lt;br /&gt;18)Music Preference? open to everything&lt;br /&gt;19)Religon?christian&lt;br /&gt;20)Multi-tasking? Very good&lt;br /&gt;21) Shoes or Slippers? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;22) Longs or Shorts? Jeans&lt;br /&gt;23) Cars or Bikes?None... lol&lt;br /&gt;24) Favorite country?Singapore&lt;br /&gt;25) Cartoon or Anime?Anime&lt;br /&gt;26) 12hrs or 24hrs?12&lt;br /&gt;27)If you could change the hours in a day, wad would it be? 20 not too long not too short&lt;br /&gt;28) Gold/ sliver? Silver&lt;br /&gt;29) 3 best guy friends.Gideon, Aloy, Julien&lt;br /&gt;30) 3 best girl friends. Carolyn caus I talk to her alot even though she makes me do strange things XD. Michel caus she owes me ice cream XD and Julien&lt;br /&gt;31) From 1 to 10.. rank your happiness in your life. 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116540423815879089?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116540423815879089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116540423815879089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116540423815879089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116540423815879089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/12/name-david-liu-wenrong-birthdate.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116502231834996028</id><published>2006-12-01T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:18:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welljust wasted my time downloading some game called ''myth wars" well it sucked........ and now, I have lost all faith in MMORPGs, most of them are incredibly, mind-bogglingly Dull. Thats dull with a capital DULL. I would rather read the Yongle Dadian with its ever loveing 360 million chinese characters in its original written form backwards eating spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The actual gameplay for mythwars is insainly repetitive. In most MMORPGs, you walk to the NPC to get a quest which involves either hitting things, collecting items from distent lands or usually both. BUT in Myth Wars, you ATTEMPT to reach the NPC but you attacked by caterpillars and a catepillar boss, which rapes you. SO you walk around even more, kill more caterpillars, THEN attemp AGAIN to reach the NPC. Now you get a mission, repeat 500 000 times, and imagine it with harder monsters each time. Sure, you can kill cows, strip them of their leather and make armour out of it, but to what extent? Sure the armour helps you to beat the crap out of caterpillars (up to a point where you need even better armour so theanteater does'nt rape you) and I found a stone on the floor of the dungen, it attacked me, raped me, de-lvled me and sent me back to the starting town 20 maps away....... I quit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116502231834996028?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116502231834996028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116502231834996028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116502231834996028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116502231834996028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/12/welljust-wasted-my-time-downloading.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116418387612269631</id><published>2006-11-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:24:36.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''An eye for and eye leaves the world blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Too late now, society has been blinded by corruption. I believe that when all things last too long, even when it prospers and grows will eventually crumble. I believe thats the reason why god shortened our life span. When people start having sucess, they tend not to notice the minute things that god does that leads to sucess. They THINK they did it on their own, they believe they do'nt need God. And when that happens, its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its all in the timing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116418387612269631?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116418387612269631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116418387612269631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116418387612269631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116418387612269631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/11/eye-for-and-eye-leaves-world-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116395732226193511</id><published>2006-11-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:28:42.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its a new day! Its been awhile since Ive been this happy, even though I'm still being left out, its nice to know that some friends still remember me. Some how, I'm falling out with the sec 1 people. With the exception of my merry few, and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry Inez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha, sorry for calling you a P**** XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness, inside you&lt;br /&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Discouraged now&lt;br /&gt;Realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors True colors, true colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's a shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors, true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116395732226193511?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116395732226193511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116395732226193511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116395732226193511'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116395317156397865?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116395317156397865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116395317156397865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116395317156397865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116395317156397865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-are-you-my-ka-tet.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116341876388610863</id><published>2006-11-13T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:52:43.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, getting out of the house tomorrow, don't really know where I'm going, but its got something to do with steam boats , 3 hours and charcoal tablets. Been stuck at home doing nothing but download movies ,torment noobs in warcraft and have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that Spider-Man the movie is coming out soon. So it got me wondering, what if Peter Parker got bitten by some other radioactive animal. Here are some examples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pony-man: Peter Parker with the amazing power of being smaller then an average horse enters horse shows. But doesn't win anything caus he's crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dung-man: After being bitten by a radioactive Dung beetle. Peter Parkerleads an exciting life of creating bus sized balls of shit around America then eating. and leads a lonly life, caus no one wants tro be with him, unless you have an extremely strange fetish and a face like a moss giants harry ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116341876388610863?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116341876388610863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116341876388610863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116341876388610863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116341876388610863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-getting-out-of-house-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116291312439677842</id><published>2006-11-07T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:08:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF??</title><content type='html'>Well you wasted 6 hours of my life today, time I could have spent with people that I enjoy being with, plus they keep their word. I have nothing to say but&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"FUCK YOU, YOU BLOODY LIAR. Making me wait for you for 6 whole fucking hours and your response? &lt;em&gt;''do what you choose lah. I overslept."&lt;/em&gt; overslept? WHAT THE hell? you OVERSLEPT? Thats it? 6 hours of my life and all you can say is I over slept? FUCK YOU. All the other times Ive patiently waited for you? like at Plaza Sing, you conveniently waltz over to your friends house, fall asleep while on your way to the door, go to bishan for god knows what. FOR % WHOLE FUCKING HOURS, and you fell aslepp on the way to the door? What kind of fucking idiot do you think Iam. Do you really expect me to believe that you FELL BLOODY ASLEEP ON YOUR WAY TO THE DOOR? Today, I have given up on you. Another useless person like Harold, just what the world needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116291312439677842?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116291312439677842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116291312439677842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116291312439677842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116291312439677842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/11/wtf.html' title='WTF??'/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116272742831012776</id><published>2006-11-05T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:28:26.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.Full Name:David Liu WenRong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Name backwards: divaD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Meaning of name: beloved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Nickname: potato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Screen Name: Madtomato or potatomato&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. D.O.B: 12 Febuary 1993&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Place of Birth: Singapore &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Nationality: singaporean &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Current Location: Bukit Timah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Star Sign:Aquaris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Religion: christian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Height: 1.6m&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Weight: Smack right in the middle of average&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Shoe Size: Large&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Hair Color: black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Eye Color: Black and Grey &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Who do you look like:Myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Innie or Outtie: Innie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Lefty or Righty: Righty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Gay, Straight, Bi or Others: straight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Best Friends: N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Favorite Pals: Joelson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Best Friend of opposite sex: All not really Best friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Best Buddies: Amos, Leon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Boyfriend or Girlfriend: N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Crush: N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Parents: Parent*, Khoo Sor Hwa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Worst Enemy: Myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Favorite online guy: Stephanie caus I can talk to her all day long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Craziest friend: Farqua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Advice Friend: N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Loudest Friend: Leon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Person you cry with: No-one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Any sisters: I wish.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Any brothers: Daniel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Any disease: nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. WHERE'S IT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Pager: nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Personal phone line: nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Phone:Yea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Lava Lamp: Tiny key chain one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. Pool or hot tub: hot tub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. A car: Soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Your personality: Weird&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Driving: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Room: shared with Daniel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Whats missing: my shirt....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. School: ACS barker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Bed: super single&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52. Relationship with parents: Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. Believe in yourself: Yea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. Believe in love at first sight: Hell no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. Good listener: Think so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. Get along well with parents: yea, shld be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;57. Save e-mail convos: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. Pray: yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. Believe in reincarnation: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. Make fun of people: like teasing? I can be an Ass when I want to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. Like to talk on the phone: Not much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Want to get married: who doesn't? potato-ariel ''me''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. Like to drive: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. Motion Sickness: on car if I read&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. Eat stem of broccoli: Eww no....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. Eat chicken with fork: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Dream in colors: Yep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. Type with your fingers on home role: huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. Sleep with stuff animals: no &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. Next to you: Stephen King novel and pocket knife thingy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71. On the walls of your room: dust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;72. On your mousepad: pencil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. Dream car: N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Dream date: anywhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;75. Dream honeymoon spot: Paris &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. Dream husband or wife: Not yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. Bedtime: Morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;78. Under your bed: news papers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. Single most important question: Why I'm I in jeans...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. Bad time of the day: afternoon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. Your worst fear: Being alone, Ironic isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;82. The weather: warm and humid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. Time: 9.09 am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;84. Date: Umm, don't know how to put it...I don't know the date&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. Best trick did on someone: No idea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;86. Theme song: Roadrunner United - The end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. Hardest thing about growing up: A F*c*ed up family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;88. Funniest experience: During the end-year hike, we kept dissing someone it was super funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. Scariest experience: watching shutter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. Silliest thing you have ever said: =I shall send forth my vibrating sheep of doom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;91. Most desperate and funniest thing i have done to get the opposite sex: N/A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. Scariest thing while you are with your friends: walking at plazaSing at 2am-4am, One of the midnight adventure I always get into with Kevin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;93. Worst feeling: leaving people behind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;94. Best feeling in the world: Being in Gods presence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116272742831012776?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116272742831012776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116272742831012776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116272742831012776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116272742831012776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116261416758405660</id><published>2006-11-03T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:22:47.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One new thing I learnt today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been spelling dying as dieing. Well, I was under the impression that dying was the action of soaking something in colouring. Well it is, it has BOTH meanings.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English you tricky little thing........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116261416758405660?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116261416758405660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116261416758405660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116261416758405660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116261416758405660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-new-thing-i-learnt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116213575976110805</id><published>2006-10-29T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:36:42.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh back home&lt;br /&gt;I checked the online website tracker&lt;br /&gt;apparently only 2 people visited my blog&lt;br /&gt;kudos to you for visiting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically I was at camp&lt;br /&gt;starting maniacal fires&lt;br /&gt;cooking and hiking.&lt;br /&gt;did absolutely nothing for the first day except for the outdoor cooking test.&lt;br /&gt;That was fun, spent 2 hours trying to light a fire with twigs and leaves. The Sec 2 people were all ''Bow to me and worship the grass I now trod upon.''&lt;br /&gt;They spent all their time attempting to start a fire.&lt;br /&gt;Well lets put it this way, they couldn't light a fire even if they had petrol and lit matches stuck up their arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment they left.&lt;br /&gt;On my first attempt&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the fire going steady&lt;br /&gt;well what can I say, let the maniac do the pyro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the most depressing thing happened, it rained...&lt;br /&gt;No clouds no nothing,&lt;br /&gt;one moment ''YESS FIRE!SUCK MY PIANIST!"&lt;br /&gt;The next we knew,&lt;br /&gt;we were caught in the middle of a marble throwing contest.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the tropical rainy season&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't just rain, it freaking pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, set off for the hike,&lt;br /&gt;with 6liters of water and enough food to last us 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;At the very last moment the checkpoints were changed&lt;br /&gt;we were gived an extra 5km to walk. ''&lt;em&gt;marvelous...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So for the first 3 hours of our journey, we walked 8km.&lt;br /&gt;We hardly moved.&lt;br /&gt;Some fat guy was slowing us down,&lt;br /&gt;he had to rest every bus stop and pee every 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God he had an asthma attack during the hike,&lt;br /&gt;and he had to drop out&lt;br /&gt;to give you a idea of how slow he was...&lt;br /&gt;We covered 15km in 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Then, while we were hiking in the middle of some obscure road&lt;br /&gt;a little car came speeding along, and we were "like what the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;the car stopped beside us and the door swung open and......&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that little fat bastard went to the food court to eat chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;And we took 6 hours to cover the rest of the 8km....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secend day,&lt;br /&gt;was the most surreal of all.&lt;br /&gt;It rained the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;I mean we couldn't see 100meters infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;walking along the main road......&lt;br /&gt;With all the cars zooming pass you at like 190miles per hour&lt;br /&gt;with you try to cross the road then a Nissan rips along the road and tears your body in half.&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE GOD FORSAKEN ROAD WAS 6KM LONG?&lt;br /&gt;We could see the other end.(when it was not rainingfor like 2mins)&lt;br /&gt;like a never ending road,&lt;br /&gt;depressing.......&lt;br /&gt;the thunderstorm wasn't really helping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the long story short we made it as the last team,&lt;br /&gt;from the first team to the last.&lt;br /&gt;Darn, goes to show that the chain is as strong as its weakest link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116213575976110805?l=soaring-crows.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-35596791.post-116159237731435667</id><published>2006-10-23T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:32:57.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey guys! why do you always leave me out.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; thought I had found the perfect friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it only took about a week for that to end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought there was hope left in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as it turns out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was only added strife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought for once I had done something right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I quickly corrected that oversight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I wasn’t useless or a bore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was all that and even more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought there was a purpose to my days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that was only a very short phase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you weren’t like all the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But like those before, you failed the test,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you would stay with me, at least for a bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you decided it was better just to quit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought life was worth living for a moment in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the life I wanted could never be mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought the hunger inside had been fed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now I know, I was just being misled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I think I’ve found another perfect friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long before my heart is broken again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116159237731435667?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116159237731435667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116159237731435667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116159237731435667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116159237731435667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-guys-why-do-you-always-leave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116153163798521342</id><published>2006-10-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T08:40:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I realized this year.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate immature people&lt;br /&gt;-People cannot be trusted&lt;br /&gt;-People who I thought would never betray me always did&lt;br /&gt;-I'm still looking for someone like me&lt;br /&gt;-I can get so irritated with sec1 people that I can stop talking for a week&lt;br /&gt;-I hate bag pipes&lt;br /&gt;-Scouts sucks&lt;br /&gt;-I realized that I wanna join track&lt;br /&gt;-I really need some mature people to talk to&lt;br /&gt;-I'm becoming immature&lt;br /&gt;-Yes I do see the irony&lt;br /&gt;-I carry weapons with me&lt;br /&gt;-I can survive a one story fall&lt;br /&gt;-Slipping down the stairs on a rainy day hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;-I dao nerdy people&lt;br /&gt;-I have an IQ of 138 and I can get 38/100 for Chinese&lt;br /&gt;-My computer sucks&lt;br /&gt;-I'm alone 70 percent of the time&lt;br /&gt;-I can be a bitch when I want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116153163798521342?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116153163798521342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116153163798521342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;2.Exploding urge to smite all Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Not being able to go running--&gt;being fat--&gt;stamina decreasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Going swimming more--&gt;bad for running stamina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I shall smite you, for I am the almighty smiter"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips from a ninja&lt;br /&gt;" caffeine addicts get a plus 100 to their psychic ability. They are able to move objects with their coffee granted powers. They can predict the future and have the ability to cast caffeintrope. And unlike lycanthropes, they can both smite and read the papers WHILE summoning a hell portal to relm of vibrating pigs of the doom leigon. To fight a caffeintrope, you would the very least have 6 potions of utter invulnerability, 2 seals of protection from the elements of the periodic table, an amulet of total immunity, bags of 200 healing potions and about 12 dozen or so steroid eating dwarves to tank. and they dont drop any loot besides a tacky mug the size of a fridge filled with coffee. A sip would transform any being into the feared caffeintrope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116140379884547611?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116140379884547611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116140379884547611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116140379884547611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116140379884547611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-explore-effects-of-haze-on-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116113653792556034</id><published>2006-10-17T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:55:37.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEATH TO THE FOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116113653792556034?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116113653792556034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116113653792556034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116113653792556034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116113653792556034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-to-fog.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116058133537118218</id><published>2006-10-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:42:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesss the blogs up and running. Fixed the codes, changed the size of the text boxes(that's what I call 'em) posted new pics so that I could have more text space. ETC woo hoo. This may be a vulgar post, needed to vent some stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well exams are over. I still hear people complaining about how they didn't finish their questions. They should be happy, running around doing jay stuff, like ballet dance or singing and crap like that. No matter what you do, if its your best, no point bombarding your friends ear with mind-numbing gliberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out the exam room, I usually yawn for some reason (maybe my brains tired) drink some water, and be glad that its over. But the rest of the class just turns into some freaky zone of complaint, with the bitching'o'meter rising so fast, it practically bitch slaps you in the face breaking. Its terrifying, all you can hear is the annoying hum of blitering idiots bitchin'. Its like some freaky mating call except without the females. Its not like a loud hammering noise, its like baby dribble. Too little to make you do something about it, just irritaing. This continues for the whole frigging way back home(I take a bus with my friend) and even before the midway point. Ive already devised 10 ways to kill the fool with those sneaky bendable hand bars. Those little buggers proberbly one day got bored and thought:" hey lets defy all aspects of practicality and plunge into a huge pool of stupid by making handle bars exacly at the head level and guess what? THEIR BENDABLE AAAHAHAHAHHA!" Every time I stand in the bus, skippy the kiasu bastard that's driving the bus decides that breaking every 2m would 'save' fuel, and every little movement causes the little over-head (not really over head, about exacly at head level) handles smack me in the head. and if its a jerky bus, its like a metronome, and other fellow commuters are greeted with a daily cry of&lt;br /&gt;'son of a bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, 2 days worth of stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116058133537118218?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116058133537118218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116058133537118218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116058133537118218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116058133537118218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesss-blogs-up-and-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35596791.post-116013610077918105</id><published>2006-10-06T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T05:01:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, welcome to my blog. A new blog, a new beginning. The first post for the blog. Ive decided to tackle something new, the topic of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, the first thing that comes to mind is an image of someone that you can share your secrets, someone that would stick with you the bitter end. Another thing that you would think of is the actual number of friends you have. What you would have realized is that you don't really have many true friends. If that not the case, count yourself lucky. To have one true friend is a blessing, to have more then 2 real friends is rare. The problem with society today is that everyone is seen as stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who you thought were your 'friends' could the next day stab you in the back for self gain. I despise these people, and I do not hide my hate for them. Ask yourself, how many times have your so called 'friends' have agreed on meeting, but canceled the last minute with some pathetic reason like 'I'm too lazy to get out of the house', 'I took a nap and forgot about it' or 'I decided not to' and you merely bush it off as pure laziness. But I have something to tell you people. People like that do not deserve to forgiven, they are scum and deserve to rot in their own greed and selfishness. Get rid of them, stop all contact with them, they would only abandon you eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More into my personal life, I have only 3 friends and acquaintances. Surprisingly, one I met on the streets, he may be crude but none the less, loyal. The second I met in school, my direct opposite but we just click with each other. Lastly, the third, I'm glad to say, from my very own church. She is the only one that approaches me for friendly chat, not favors. She is the only one who understands my reasons and she has never once lied, backstabbed or disappointed me. I'm proud to call these people my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35596791-116013610077918105?l=soaring-crows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/feeds/116013610077918105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35596791&amp;postID=116013610077918105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116013610077918105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35596791/posts/default/116013610077918105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soaring-crows.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-welcome-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Madpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025359848913946630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
