<?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-3374536</id><updated>2011-11-28T17:12:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind's eye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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every could-have-been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain on pain on play, repeating&lt;br /&gt;With the backup makeshift life in waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says: "Time heals everything."&lt;br /&gt;But what of the wretched hollow?&lt;br /&gt;The endless in-between?&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to wait it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to see here now,&lt;br /&gt;Turning the sign around;&lt;br /&gt;We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling cliché case -&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled and puffy-faced -&lt;br /&gt;Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want: only one street-level miracle.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says that time heals everything all in the end.&lt;br /&gt;But what of the wretched hollow?&lt;br /&gt;The endless in-between?&lt;br /&gt;Are we just going to wait it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sit here cold?&lt;br /&gt;We'll be long gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;And lackluster in dust we lay&lt;br /&gt;'round old magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Fluorescent lighting sets the scene&lt;br /&gt;For all we could and should be being&lt;br /&gt;In the one life that we've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6114404644447609336?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6114404644447609336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6114404644447609336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6114404644447609336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6114404644447609336'/><link rel='alternate' 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tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around at a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;Been the upperside of down&lt;br /&gt;Been the inside of out&lt;br /&gt;But we breathe&lt;br /&gt;We breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna breeze and an open mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna swim in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take my time for me&lt;br /&gt;All me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;br /&gt;So maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4666677356851973115?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/4666677356851973115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=4666677356851973115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/4666677356851973115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/4666677356851973115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-tomorrow-ive-been-down-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-7805920519424385087</id><published>2010-08-01T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:27:26.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it alright to draw less&lt;br /&gt;and take up a humbling role&lt;br /&gt;when the spark inside of u screams no&lt;br /&gt;its a traffic jam in the mind these days&lt;br /&gt;endless wakefulness in the night&lt;br /&gt;dreaming in daylight&lt;br /&gt;between the lines covered by&lt;br /&gt;the greyness of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like drowning in ice water&lt;br /&gt;unseen pressure which stings in the chest&lt;br /&gt;every breath deeper&lt;br /&gt;every sigh heavier&lt;br /&gt;in love,&lt;br /&gt;in pain;&lt;br /&gt;all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life wasn't meant to be like this was it&lt;br /&gt;the decisions we make and actions we take&lt;br /&gt;do they not seem to matter in the end&lt;br /&gt;well to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all an irony, this thing called Life&lt;br /&gt;keeping up false appearances,&lt;br /&gt;false behaviour&lt;br /&gt;false smiles, laughter and demeanour&lt;br /&gt;why do we even follow The System knowing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was a failure. and so was Eve.&lt;br /&gt;after gaining the knowledge of good and evil&lt;br /&gt;it appears that their descendants&lt;br /&gt;did not benefit from it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7805920519424385087?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7805920519424385087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7805920519424385087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7805920519424385087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7805920519424385087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2010/08/simulation-is-it-alright-to-draw-less.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2146875334928417117</id><published>2010-07-21T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T01:16:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life in SG - 10 mths on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day, but I'm stuck inside.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at this screen, working 9-5.&lt;br /&gt;How I hate this job, coz the days do drag.&lt;br /&gt;They work me like a dog, and the moneys bad.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up cheer up, don't be blue.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget it's hometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through another working day.&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working everyday for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my watch, for the millionth time.&lt;br /&gt;The days go slow, and then the evenings fly.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm outta this place, and the days been won.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with my friends, I'm hanging out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up cheer up, don't be blue.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget it's hometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through another working day.&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working everyday for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could be sunday when I wake up every day.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you, yeah I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you more than I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you, yeah I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you more than I can say.&lt;br /&gt;More than I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you,  more than a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need you, I need you, I n-n-n-n-need you, I need you more  than I can say.&lt;br /&gt;More than I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scouting for girls (I need a holiday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2146875334928417117?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/2146875334928417117/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>Disintegration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rows of speeding cars&lt;br /&gt;within the valley of&lt;br /&gt;seething stars&lt;br /&gt;my journey's a lonely one&lt;br /&gt;waiting at the brown painted church&lt;br /&gt;trembling yes?&lt;br /&gt;or is it the weight of the road&lt;br /&gt;feeling of sickness  inside of me&lt;br /&gt;sighs away&lt;br /&gt;stay close to the foorpath&lt;br /&gt;said I today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-3235579037590547365?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/3235579037590547365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=3235579037590547365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pterodactyls flying&lt;br /&gt;city life with moon lit drives&lt;br /&gt;rolling hills and riverine streams&lt;br /&gt;if i could dream it why can't i see it&lt;br /&gt;the paints of every day are the same&lt;br /&gt;same palette new brush&lt;br /&gt;make my mind and heart rush&lt;br /&gt;overtime and over sight&lt;br /&gt;the canvas rots with Death's delight&lt;br /&gt;an island adrift will end up somehwere&lt;br /&gt;and pain eventually, become a balm itself&lt;br /&gt;thoughts abound in Slumber's shift&lt;br /&gt;the solutions meant only for the Morning shit.&lt;br /&gt;i ask the stars above my bed&lt;br /&gt;but all they got burnt out instead.&lt;br /&gt;coasting and cruising is all i've ever done&lt;br /&gt;will my life be ever more fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5793284157084709775?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-647121117851283983</id><published>2010-06-06T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:47:35.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;overheard at bt timah rd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self: this BM is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;f: why&lt;br /&gt;self: wtf. do you have to stop to turn?&lt;br /&gt;where where where where where? wah i think the van will kapo it&lt;br /&gt;j: there&lt;br /&gt;self : no that is not:&lt;br /&gt;j: then go the other one, this way&lt;br /&gt;self: no it's against traffic. there's one up there&lt;br /&gt;self:their door open right?&lt;br /&gt;f: ya..but now close aready.&lt;br /&gt;self: wind up the window for me.&lt;br /&gt;f: all done let's gtfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self: wah what car is this, looks cool&lt;br /&gt;j: sekali this is a hyundai&lt;br /&gt;*fiddling with the cd player*&lt;br /&gt;self: wheres the zhou jie lun song&lt;br /&gt;je: he got all the zhou jie lun songs?&lt;br /&gt;j: he load the new zhou jie lun album, he got all the zhou jie lun albums ah&lt;br /&gt;self : looking for the new one&lt;br /&gt;j: i thot u got the old one&lt;br /&gt;self: no i fuked it off.&lt;br /&gt;j: he got all the zhuo jie lun albums and he wanna buy them back.&lt;br /&gt;jere: u siao ah. u copy to my hardisk i burn for you and sell u la&lt;br /&gt;self: fuk u. he's quite zai wat. so must support him.&lt;br /&gt;j: eh u go wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;self. huh not go straight meh&lt;br /&gt;j: no la pie tuas&lt;br /&gt;self:pie is straight right.&lt;br /&gt;j: which pie? changi or tuas.miah is turn right just now&lt;br /&gt;self: tuas la! wtf u always tell me when its too late.&lt;br /&gt;f: wrong already lah u wanna go round 2 ah.&lt;br /&gt;self: dammit.. aiyah kje lah..&lt;div 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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-3374536.post-1315840325213182598</id><published>2010-06-03T09:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:18:18.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the lift waiting for the lift&lt;br /&gt;everyone's waiting for the damn lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished the lifts were  transport pods straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;but if that's the case&lt;br /&gt;i would gladly take the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1315840325213182598?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1315840325213182598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;live another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the pain which we feel right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just reminds us that we're real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but are we just empty shells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;searching for the fullest life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what are we searching for really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when nothing really lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;feelings cease, age deteriorates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;standards fall and flowers die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5542479941002924043?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5542479941002924043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=5542479941002924043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5542479941002924043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5542479941002924043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2010/05/live-another-day-pain-which-we-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1104162815493357943</id><published>2010-05-20T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:19:14.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the stars the trees the birds the bees how fantastical the night breeze is&lt;br /&gt;we come we leave we all meet and grieve&lt;br /&gt;with cake and chalices we all hide our malices&lt;br /&gt;how many more will it take to make my first break&lt;br /&gt;this emerald dream of hollow mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts guts cranium of smarts&lt;br /&gt;pick up the broken pieces and dump them on SMRT&lt;br /&gt;on the same page for countless days&lt;br /&gt;pick me up and fly me away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1104162815493357943?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2572067692095864096</id><published>2010-01-11T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:30:15.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buses and trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lake was placid&lt;br /&gt;the night was still&lt;br /&gt;it was where i made my decision for thrills&lt;br /&gt;a month of planning and mugs of guts&lt;br /&gt;a plane ride and a caddy&lt;br /&gt;i was off to see the wallaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nights were empty the&lt;br /&gt;streets were still&lt;br /&gt;a planet of whitians&lt;br /&gt;a freezer with hills&lt;br /&gt;life was simple too tranquil&lt;br /&gt;but one of joy&lt;br /&gt;minus the thrills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the time came&lt;br /&gt;to make a choice&lt;br /&gt;where the wild things were&lt;br /&gt;or one where antelopes roam&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a smalltown boy&lt;br /&gt;living in an overcrowded tank&lt;br /&gt;but i took the midnight plane anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back in time&lt;br /&gt;streetlights people&lt;br /&gt;crowded trains and toilets&lt;br /&gt;everbody's just fighting for that one&lt;br /&gt;wobbly spot&lt;br /&gt;its that feeling all over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2572067692095864096?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/2572067692095864096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=2572067692095864096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2572067692095864096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2572067692095864096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2010/01/buses-and-trains-lake-was-placid-night.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6304279253994390806</id><published>2009-12-06T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:59:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up one morning to a different light&lt;br /&gt;i thought i saw myself in a morbid plight&lt;br /&gt;freeze the moment please&lt;br /&gt;just let me sleep a little longer&lt;br /&gt;but the unrelenting hands of time&lt;br /&gt;threw me out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;and before i knew it i was standing&lt;br /&gt;on a platform between 2 instances of time.&lt;br /&gt;the sea of drones and endless peons&lt;br /&gt;short skirts office works and endless ties&lt;br /&gt;i heard a voice saying welcome to life&lt;br /&gt;this will be your faithful wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at the gates of steel and wire&lt;br /&gt;into the sanctum of a carpeted mire&lt;br /&gt;met a few randoms none of my desire&lt;br /&gt;we sat and chat and and perplexed&lt;br /&gt;about our world to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i travelled through space and time&lt;br /&gt;the many visions beguiling my mind&lt;br /&gt;the faces the places the names of all the aces&lt;br /&gt;nothing stuck in my gray slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entered at my own risk through the glass doors of eden&lt;br /&gt;met a mermaid along the shore&lt;br /&gt;this isnt too bad i thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;and swam out to sea to find out more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6304279253994390806?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6304279253994390806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6304279253994390806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6304279253994390806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6304279253994390806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-day-woke-up-one-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-673089239186022369</id><published>2009-11-03T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:06:11.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coming to terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's been slightly over a month since i returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;am i happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;looking back at THAT period of despondency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i guess i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but insofar nothing much has changed except that i noticed everything thing has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aged since my absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and a part of me is discontented with not being a part of the ageing process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i am glad to be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i havent been doing much reflection as of late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where do i go now what happens next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;are the questions which constantly haunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my waking hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even in sleep i do not slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for fear of missing out on that VERY phonecall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;which might change my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes i don't even know what i want anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the vast options out there, blurred with generality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life isn't always as serious as it appears to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but more often than not it really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in a world which demands only the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for what i've been chasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but there's nothing to hold onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-673089239186022369?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/673089239186022369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=673089239186022369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/673089239186022369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/673089239186022369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/11/coming-to-terms-its-been-slightly-over.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-667502696825554892</id><published>2009-06-09T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:59:32.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;these days, there's nothing much to write anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;for life is but a walking shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;phases and ages and spaces within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they tire and turn the strong to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;crossroad after crossroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they fade to grey each time i pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the invisible road never illumated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;until night falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;breathing is dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and dreaming awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;its nothing like a stomachache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-667502696825554892?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/667502696825554892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=667502696825554892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/667502696825554892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/667502696825554892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/06/dice-these-days-theres-nothing-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6115778769026992206</id><published>2009-03-12T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:23:37.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is this silent night&lt;br /&gt;where echos of typing and anguish are heard no more&lt;br /&gt;for it has been done and sent to the binders.&lt;br /&gt;21 months of toil and slackness all amounting to&lt;br /&gt;this feeling of loss and bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;for my compass needle still refuses to set&lt;br /&gt;swaying between the past and the unknown&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams will always emerge&lt;br /&gt;but what about reality, this domain?&lt;br /&gt;light was the reason why i became blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6115778769026992206?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6115778769026992206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6115778769026992206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6115778769026992206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6115778769026992206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1955559056984326780</id><published>2009-02-09T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:14:48.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;february 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been awhile since i last documented anything in this space. not that i had forgotten about it, neither have i been happy enough to not rant here...lazinnessd probably got to me i guess.. so for sake of memory the following events took place in the absence of posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- attended ISPIM symposium from 14-17 dec. my first conference alone and green. definetly opened my eyes to the wider world of practice.&lt;br /&gt;- weelip and shawn's wedding on the 21s of dec. yet another fun and happy event which i was a part in.&lt;br /&gt;- christmas 2008. somehow, christmas last year came and went despite me returning to sg slightly earlier as compared to 2007. it's just sad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the traditional serving of reservist in between to balance out the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things started to get pretty irritating when i had to fly back to brisbane in jan because of my&lt;br /&gt;damn air ticket date which cannot be extended any longer. it's ironic because my work was done for that period --i was awaiting my thesis results. this sucked on an epic magnitutude because not only was i away from home, i was away from home for a retarded reason. as a result, cny 2009 and birthday 2009 were to be spent away from home. the first of both kinds and definetly the most pathetic up-to-date. sadness. to top things up my lease and student visa are about to end and i don't know if i have any time to fix up my thesis... and for the record, my housing rental agent is a megabitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will i go from now? i seriously don't know. with so many things just blocking my path its like driving down the autobahn in a bloody hyundai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-update : i just got some good news that i may be able to graduate soon...but how soon is another question. nevertheless it's the best bday present this yr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1955559056984326780?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1955559056984326780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;21 months all gone down in 137 pages of words&lt;br /&gt;the hum of the photocopier sounds like a chior of angels&lt;br /&gt;it's done and dusted&lt;br /&gt;may angels lead me in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7806315107108118146?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7806315107108118146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7806315107108118146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7806315107108118146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7806315107108118146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6876978598124312551</id><published>2008-11-17T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:53:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hindsight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's one of those pensive nights again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sitting in my room, yes my very own room now that i am back in SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just lulling about how far time has elapsed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lots of shit have happened since the last post but as i note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this blog is just a fragment of nothingness meant to leave behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a fragment of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the mark of the true essence of existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coming back home this time round was slightly different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as my brother had a fall and had to (and still is) warded in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was also a time of realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so much has changed too ever since i left barely a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for the worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it still make me wonder how can we every survive the impending doom that will engulf us in the years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;things used to be so much better the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;during my time here i decided to do a bit of home improvement projects for dad and mum as they were faithfully at the hospital most of their waking hours looking after my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thre out alot of redundant trash and reorganised the house, i seriously have never been so neat in my life. and then i stumbled upon my childhood toys which comprised of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a sega megadrive with all the games, still fully working, my starcom, m.a.s.k, silverhawk, and one more series of toys which i forgot the name. those brought back memories which were but a grey area before i saw them. truly, the gift of sight does wonders to memory. not forgetting the countless mcdonalds happy meal toys which my mum had bought and kept aside for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it suddenly dawned on me... where did the time go? those happy times, of carefree-ness. where did they go. countless evenings of cartoons and tom &amp;amp; jerry...all gone with the wid. if i were to step into a toy store now, people would say i'm crazy. sigh. somewhere along the way i guess the joy just faded away. moving on to bigger things in life i guess. have you ever noticed how nice people treat kids compared to adults? makes me wonder if the pretence is worth it when the kids eventually find out that the world isn't Neverland after all. (but this is just me thinking out loud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the buildings seemed to have changed too, construction everywhere, long-time shops being replaced by 1 hit wonders and the shallow tinge of fashion scents. the kids hold more PSPs that i have ever seen in my life and the drivers have become more retarded. what's up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;also got the opportunity to meet up with some poly friends... though the time was short, i did have a great time hanging out with them. looking back, it's been what...5 years since i last saw them and we still managed to meet up! indeed they were not just names on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm still enjoying my time here...but i am thinking hard this time. is the sacrifice well worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6876978598124312551?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6876978598124312551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6876978598124312551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6876978598124312551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6876978598124312551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/11/hindsight-its-one-of-those-pensive.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6995876956992539669</id><published>2008-09-19T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:22:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 3 weeks i was lost&lt;br /&gt;transition from concrete jungle to&lt;br /&gt;subterranean rainforest&lt;br /&gt;waylaid by the elder&lt;br /&gt;and robbed of my identity&lt;br /&gt;there was no time for despair&lt;br /&gt;no time for tears&lt;br /&gt;just time for endless voiceless struggle&lt;br /&gt;i lost myself&lt;br /&gt;in the abyss of realism&lt;br /&gt;and the gap between idealism&lt;br /&gt;headaches on the&lt;br /&gt;hard bed tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;until daybreak greets me in my&lt;br /&gt;lucid state&lt;br /&gt;trying to correlate&lt;br /&gt;i can see anything in the dark&lt;br /&gt;but then what is there which darkness hides?&lt;br /&gt;half empty boxes strewn across the room&lt;br /&gt;in this place i now call home&lt;br /&gt;some day they will see&lt;br /&gt;when my body turns to dust that my life was not what they imagined to be&lt;br /&gt;forced and concealed to be hidden in earth&lt;br /&gt;the spirit overcomes and flies away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6995876956992539669?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6995876956992539669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6995876956992539669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6995876956992539669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6995876956992539669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensive-for-past-3-weeks-i-was-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6070954641550341832</id><published>2008-08-16T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:55:48.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess every research student would have probably felt the same way as the lyrics of this song...by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;when you need to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way you get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6070954641550341832?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6070954641550341832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6070954641550341832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6070954641550341832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6070954641550341832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-step-at-time-i-guess-every-research.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8960118761879494787</id><published>2008-08-16T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:50:43.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W.H.Y - The mother of all questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i've been tagged. But i've got to say i'm breaking the rules with the number of friends thing cos most of my friends don't blog but hey this is still quite fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dreaming. Both in wakefulness and in sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. If you have a close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nope. I’ll disown him from the beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could change your sex for one day, would you want to? who would you call up and tell first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nooo. to spare me the agony of thinking who will i call up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to be able to wake up from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;as long as I am able bodied, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could turn back time, what would you have done differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; would not have taken a masters. Probably would have taken an honours or gone to work first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You say "I love you" to your other half; describe your feelings for your partner right then in more words than one when you said it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;calm and flustered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;warm, charming and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to not be untidy and forgetful because I am untidy and forgetful and if she is untidy and forgetful we both end up self destructing….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;being untidy and forgetful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; don’t know…seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is anyone really perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no. I am a misanthrope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to be happy of course. There is no price u can pay for happiness (and convenience..but that it out of the topic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;my apathetic-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stable corporate job maybe? With a family and a menagerie of animals, maybe a few kids and one badass wolf-dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. If someone had found a path to immortality to be bestowed upon you in exchange for one of your abilities, would you take it, and what would you sacrifice for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no. immortality would be useless if all my friends and family are dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Which do you think marks more of sincerity? Blood or tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tears. Its easy to shed blood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina&lt;br /&gt;Fabian&lt;br /&gt;Lyly&lt;br /&gt;Sam woo&lt;br /&gt;Amias&lt;br /&gt;Haoki&lt;br /&gt;James Lucas Scott&lt;br /&gt;Peyton Sawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8960118761879494787?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/8960118761879494787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=8960118761879494787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8960118761879494787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8960118761879494787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/w.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-3041732124201831229</id><published>2008-08-13T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:51:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big words little action&lt;br /&gt;the endless grind for quest perfection&lt;br /&gt;undaunted bated kicked in the face&lt;br /&gt;tired of running this silly little race&lt;br /&gt;wasted time once was mine a priceless&lt;br /&gt;prize for Miss Realise&lt;br /&gt;the streets are filled with memories and music of the day&lt;br /&gt;which used to play,&lt;br /&gt;now ring in ghostly disarray&lt;br /&gt;these scars will stay forever&lt;br /&gt;like removed nails in a fence&lt;br /&gt;just like tears are worth&lt;br /&gt;more than blood&lt;br /&gt;are silent cries of the heart&lt;br /&gt;an even though She flies so high&lt;br /&gt;She knows she'll never die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-3041732124201831229?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/3041732124201831229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=3041732124201831229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/3041732124201831229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/3041732124201831229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/reprise-big-words-little-action-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-4139087987156249063</id><published>2008-08-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:35:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lamentations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadness is an emotion characterized by feelings of disadvantage, loss, and helplessness. When sad, people often become quiet, less energetic, and withdrawn.&lt;/em&gt; - wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm plagued.&lt;br /&gt;plagued with the unending weight of my damn literature review&lt;br /&gt;and thesis&lt;br /&gt;somehow there's this feeling that i've not done enough. it's still incomplete&lt;br /&gt;which makes me want to sit down properly and improve it&lt;br /&gt;but when that time come&lt;br /&gt;fatigue kicks in&lt;br /&gt;and then hopes of how wonderful it would be to finally hand in the damn thesis&lt;br /&gt;false tears of joy will then well up&lt;br /&gt;and this cycles goes on an on&lt;br /&gt;but of course no one knows it&lt;br /&gt;except my God and blogger&lt;br /&gt;where did the time go&lt;br /&gt;it's never too late for remorse i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4139087987156249063?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2673151927791846173</id><published>2008-08-06T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:50:10.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;restraint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had moments when you wanted to scream&lt;br /&gt;but had no voice&lt;br /&gt;or when you are feeling chatty like the world's #1 friendliest human&lt;br /&gt;but have a recurring whooping cough which prevents you from saying a complete sentence&lt;br /&gt;or when the speed limit of the road is 110km/h&lt;br /&gt;but there is a road hogger in every lane of the expressway travelling at 20km/h&lt;br /&gt;preventing you from overtaking&lt;br /&gt;still can't relate?&lt;br /&gt;how about adding stuff to a lit review by summarrising a 200-page report?&lt;br /&gt;still can't?&lt;br /&gt;it must be me then.&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2673151927791846173?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/2673151927791846173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=2673151927791846173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2673151927791846173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2673151927791846173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/restraint-have-you-ever-had-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1165607972493917916</id><published>2008-08-06T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T03:08:14.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream a lot,&lt;br /&gt;I know you say&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get away.&lt;br /&gt;"The world is not yours for the taking"&lt;br /&gt;Is all you ever say.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the best for you,&lt;br /&gt;But promise that you'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I watch you go,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see me wasting,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see me wasting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, your words felt like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And no matter where I go it's always pouring all the same.&lt;br /&gt;These streets are filled with memories&lt;br /&gt;Both perfect and in pain&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, your words felt like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know, if you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;All you did was stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;But these scars will stay forever,&lt;br /&gt;These scars will stay forever&lt;br /&gt;And these words they have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot find the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That we held on to together&lt;br /&gt;Try your hardest to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me,Or watch me bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I need you just to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1165607972493917916?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1165607972493917916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=1165607972493917916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1165607972493917916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1165607972493917916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-knife-i-dream-lot-i-know-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8866914871189459235</id><published>2008-08-04T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:47:30.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 presentation down, 1 final to go&lt;br /&gt;1 thesis to complete, 8 days to bleed&lt;br /&gt;somehow a part of me wants to just hand it up while another says to make it an uber one. i can see the finishing line but somehow its fading back into the distance. my minds a warp right now. i'm in a state of transition, ending but not finishing, to choose between working and living, is IT for me or what i thought was for me? as the days pass i begin to wonder if i've wasted 1.5 years doing nothing. i dont feel wiser, same distance from home. standing between continents. neither son nor friend. my friends used to know me personally, but now i am just a name, the skies are clearer here but i don't see the sun. is that what i am, searching for identity, a classification in this messy world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait in the same spot&lt;br /&gt;brain like a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;with this traffic in my head&lt;br /&gt;won't you kick me hard instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you August, for waking me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8866914871189459235?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/8866914871189459235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=8866914871189459235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reached out Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Restored my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I was redeemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The moment You entered my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christ gave that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My life was changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When from my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fell the weight of my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So it’s with everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I reach out for Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The hope for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The second chance I’ve gained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On You I throw my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Casting all my fears aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How could greater love than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever possibly exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Consume my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I rest in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m now in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With a Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bearing the marks of His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I’ll wait upon You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With my hands released to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where a little faith’s enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To see mountains lift and move&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll wait upon You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dedicated to Your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To this love that will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A love that never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6896532043147766197?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6896532043147766197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6896532043147766197' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OSK green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IKEA lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saitek Eclipse II keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hp laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just add magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-561426729217417554?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/561426729217417554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=561426729217417554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/561426729217417554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/561426729217417554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/07/data-analysis-hot-water-osk-green-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1270595468026233018</id><published>2008-07-01T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:12:22.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;staying green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the sudden craze of being green all of a sudden? over the past 3 days i have read and come across at least 3 articles about tips to stay green and calculate your carbon footprint. has the world finally realised that we've been harming Mother Earth? it's sad really; that only until now we are trying to make an effort to stay green. i used to remember collecting rough paper as a kid and eagerly wanting to throw them into the green recycling bins under my void deck (or were it yellow? one was for plastics and the other's for paper either way) thinking that i could make a difference until one day i realised i could not. how many apathetic souls can they convince in their bid to stay green right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1270595468026233018?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1270595468026233018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=1270595468026233018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1270595468026233018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1270595468026233018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/07/staying-green-whats-with-sudden-craze.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1699595491983696722</id><published>2008-06-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:17:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;realisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shakespeare once wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a tide in the affairs of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Omitted, all the voyage of their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is bound in shallows and in miseries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On such a full sea are we now afloat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And we must take the current when it serves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or lose our ventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wondered if i missed my tide. suddenly all those months of sleepwalking through my life's endeavour have paid off. I've got less than a month to my oral presentaion and my thesis is to be submitted a month after. somehow a part of me believes that i can pull off this stunt of creating a thesis of sufficient value within such a short period, whereas another part of me says that i am truly dead. so many things are hitting me right now, the masters, housing, the future. is my life as a student finally over? it kind of grieves me and i don't know why (actually i do it just seemed so cliche to add it in). they say you won't know how much something means to you until you lose it. how divinely true that is. no use crying now i guess. when a dog is desperate, it can jump over the wall. i guess my time is up, this is probably the part in a student's life where he realises there is just so much work to do that there is nothing else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i'll catch the next tide. after all, it comes in intervals of 12 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SPARTANS! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For tonight. WE DINE IN HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1699595491983696722?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1699595491983696722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=1699595491983696722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1699595491983696722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1699595491983696722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/06/realisation.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=2601373631445538904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2601373631445538904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2601373631445538904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-write-sins-not-tragedies-sins-of-m.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8517282379663904075</id><published>2008-06-20T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:45:08.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>melancholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of words&lt;br /&gt;and splendour of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;what could have been&lt;br /&gt;what might have been&lt;br /&gt;impression upon impression&lt;br /&gt;just a mere impressions&lt;br /&gt;perceptions, conjured up by&lt;br /&gt;melecholic feelings&lt;br /&gt;wanting to release wanting to escape&lt;br /&gt;but alas, like dreams&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;irregardless of feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8517282379663904075?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/8517282379663904075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=8517282379663904075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8517282379663904075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8517282379663904075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/06/melancholic-beauty-of-words-and.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-4640534012727467688</id><published>2008-05-16T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:29:44.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;famous last words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"i'm not ready yet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"i won't be gone a minute"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll do it later"&lt;br /&gt;"i feel so tired right now"&lt;br /&gt;"after this nap"&lt;br /&gt;"sian ahhhh"&lt;br /&gt;"i've got no inspiration"&lt;br /&gt;"maybe tomorrow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4640534012727467688?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/4640534012727467688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=4640534012727467688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/4640534012727467688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/4640534012727467688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/famous-last-words-im-not-ready-yet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-5377387389803032134</id><published>2008-05-16T03:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:27:04.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;self disappointment (again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very smart jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;you spent the whole night with the initial intention of doing research and ended up reading blogs and doing other non-research stuff on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Now the sky's turning to light and you haven't slept.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5377387389803032134?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5377387389803032134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=5377387389803032134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5377387389803032134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5377387389803032134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-disappointment-again-very-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-4085920994375075078</id><published>2008-05-07T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:27:34.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;referring to my previous post; after sitting at my desk for approximately 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to fucking wake up my idea right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much have been said&lt;br /&gt;so little done.&lt;br /&gt;the price has been paid&lt;br /&gt;but nothing's been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or other i don't know why the hell am i so restless.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the lights went out after the first 3 months&lt;br /&gt;maybe i saw the aimlessness of it all&lt;br /&gt;but why did i hold on? and continue to do so&lt;br /&gt;for love for hope for glory or soul&lt;br /&gt;either one i have not behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without passion we would all truly be dead.&lt;br /&gt;but can we force passion to revive&lt;br /&gt;like a pheonix in the sky&lt;br /&gt;arising from its ashes?&lt;br /&gt;an optimist always looks at the pheonix in that majestic light&lt;br /&gt;but have they ever wondered that it has been cursed with the process&lt;br /&gt;of repetition.&lt;br /&gt;dying and arising till the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4085920994375075078?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/4085920994375075078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=4085920994375075078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/4085920994375075078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/4085920994375075078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1071796949942600560</id><published>2008-05-07T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:30:03.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the emerald dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been yet a while since i last updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;somehow blogging seems to have lost all meaning to me&lt;br /&gt;penning down ponders and bitching seems to have taken its toll on my&lt;br /&gt;yet already demented mind&lt;br /&gt;May is finally here and hell, its 5 months more till my thesis submission&lt;br /&gt;And i have done jack squat&lt;br /&gt;well done johnny&lt;br /&gt;although somehow there is this voice in me which tells me that&lt;br /&gt;everything would be alright in the end&lt;br /&gt;i somehow sense that deep shit will come flooding my way.&lt;br /&gt;deadline after deadline seems to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;which moron told me that "as a postgraduate you will never have to chase deadlines"&lt;br /&gt;he probably majored in marketing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;am i in oblivion&lt;br /&gt;or have i gone numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1071796949942600560?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1071796949942600560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=1071796949942600560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1071796949942600560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1071796949942600560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/emerald-dream-its-been-yet-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-5252385933744802726</id><published>2008-03-07T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:32:22.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what if i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in this distant land on this distant day&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of homecoming seem to fade away&lt;br /&gt;sleeping within boarded walls&lt;br /&gt;life seems to be so apt&lt;br /&gt;made of empty and hollow halls&lt;br /&gt;ghosting thru life so aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;goal in mind but flesh behind&lt;br /&gt;what utter dismay is the spirit within&lt;br /&gt;is greatness that hard to hold&lt;br /&gt;and kindess so hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;sanity is but just a word&lt;br /&gt;and deadlines such a reality&lt;br /&gt;what is the value of success&lt;br /&gt;and success of having value&lt;br /&gt;in this world of grey this day&lt;br /&gt;i would be better off with&lt;br /&gt;artificial intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5252385933744802726?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5252385933744802726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=5252385933744802726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5252385933744802726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5252385933744802726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-if-i-in-this-distant-land-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-3639644174900401544</id><published>2008-02-01T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:33:49.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hands of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i last had such a night&lt;br /&gt;alone in the study, lights out with the iridescent glow of pixels on my skin&lt;br /&gt;after being back for 4 weeks it is only at this moment where that sense of familiarity returns to me&lt;br /&gt;somehow so much has changed over the span of 10 months that it's really hard to swallow it all&lt;br /&gt;people change i guess, moral values, opinions and lifestyles&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes holding on to the past doesn't seem to aid in anything at all&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but be sad.&lt;br /&gt;tirisfal cries for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note 2008 has started off pretty well; i hope it stays that way although looking back, i seriously do not feel that i have grown. i should be worrying indeed. i guess it's a motivation issue after all. it's depressing really with only 10 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;i had half the mind&lt;br /&gt;to ease their miseries&lt;br /&gt;until that day i died&lt;br /&gt;i have always tried&lt;br /&gt;to stand on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;i can see now&lt;br /&gt;why people eat and die alone&lt;br /&gt;living souls which&lt;br /&gt;were never whole&lt;br /&gt;it's all about lifestream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-3639644174900401544?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/3639644174900401544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=3639644174900401544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/3639644174900401544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/3639644174900401544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/02/hands-of-time-its-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-7315212843381563552</id><published>2008-01-01T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:30:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;welcome to the new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i last made a entry..so this will probably be an uber epic post of to kick of the nu year. hmm lets see. i stopped at 16 Nov. Lotsa shit went by since then. like.. i got a new pet..maxy so there's like 2 of them right now. amazing how i can't remember what else happened. oh there was a conference which i attended which further made me sympathise with the state of the world. Towards Christmas there was this 36 hr long extended shopping hours at chermside shopping centre where for the first time in my life i actually saw life outside the usual sleeping hours of Australia. it was a powerful revelation indeed. After that it was back to Singapore to spend the actual Christmas. But, as usual i had to meet retards... this time in the plane when the person sitting in front of me had to recline his seat to the max to piss me off. not forgetting the customs who made me fill up 4 ziplock bags with fish oil capsules....i personally felt that the instructions werent clear, they said no liquids or gels. but didn't say gels in medication or supplements. anyway i thought medication was allowed? what aout creams? Are they considered gels as well or are they just creams? they arent really liquid ..semi solid. they ought to be more specific and include more retard-proof incidents from happenning. i'm a retard yeah. so explain to me. sadness. well i landed on the night of 21st dec and had to immediately rush back home, separate some gifts and head down to tras street to meet the NS guys for a quick Christmas gift exchange. by that time someone had already got wasted and was lying on the couch...i'm sorry i took 2 mins to recognise who he was whahaha but anyways, it was great seeing them after 10 mths of isolation down under. Christmas also came and went like nothing last year... it's quite depressing really...cos after waiting for 364 days all i got was a a crappy family dinner and another less crappy dinner at my uncle's new place. lotsa shit had happened to everyone this year...mos tof them too depressing to even remember. so that was it..Christmas gone in 2 days. wtf. memories. are they worth keeping when there is an impending possibility of new memories being formed being disappointing? what have we become now. junkies of temporal pleasures or self indulgement so much that we have lost our soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a shit year for me. hopefully 2008 would be kind-er and piss me off less. although 2007 was a fucked up year, it did give me some new found friends. but then again nothin lasts forever. looking back, i feel that i have not grown one bit last year. which is kinda pathetic knowing that i have wasted a year doing squat and wading in oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 2008 be legendary then. may it be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7315212843381563552?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7315212843381563552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7315212843381563552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7315212843381563552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7315212843381563552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-new-world-its-been-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2154000323888470360</id><published>2007-11-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:38:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;strolled with myself one fine day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to margaret street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in hope and prayerful promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of a productive day in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and be greeted by wonderful noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;noise which pisses you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and within seconds i am back in hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with ranting demons surrounding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a gnome complained of not having enough sleep last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;while an elf listened intently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a leper gnome shouted across the labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in utter foolish joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and so half the day is wasted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;listening to all these noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;how much more shall i waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;before i see the light of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2154000323888470360?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/2154000323888470360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=2154000323888470360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2154000323888470360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2154000323888470360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/11/noise-strolled-with-myself-one-fine-day.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-7856782494893732644</id><published>2007-11-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:58:11.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;says let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a sordidgirl friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;as mad like me was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;though beneath flooding blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;never play this behind time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they think it is delirious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i need not sit neat death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and smell her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;put on some black love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soar over a lake of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;void chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;water and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bitter like red beauth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;your shadow must always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;have a place for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;together these delicate dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will take power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7856782494893732644?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7856782494893732644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7856782494893732644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7856782494893732644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7856782494893732644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/11/words-says-let-sordidgirl-friend-as-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8441340105529007210</id><published>2007-10-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:37:56.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;overheard on MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NF: ivalice expire liao?&lt;br /&gt;V: yeah thu. my internet was suppossed to be cut 32 mins ago but dunno why still got&lt;br /&gt;NF: cos they r sleeping? no. i think they r raiding thats why.&lt;br /&gt;V: ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8441340105529007210?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/8441340105529007210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=8441340105529007210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8441340105529007210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8441340105529007210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/10/overheard-on-msn-nf-ivalice-expire-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6899810013061317106</id><published>2007-10-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:35:06.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;still surviving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and so here i am once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sitting in front of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;window to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;typing thinking wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how i managed to survive my confirmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but right now i don't know wtf am i suppossed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;will i live like this forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sleepwalk through my life's endeavour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;looking back, the burning question of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"did you make the right choice in choosing research" has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as much as i would like ot say "no" it has somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;witheld me from saying yes either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;because seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have never thought about so much shit in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but then again thoughts will be thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and the only time when you can live your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is to wake up from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6899810013061317106?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6899810013061317106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=6899810013061317106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6899810013061317106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6899810013061317106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-surviving-and-so-here-i-am-once.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-7958574869938619912</id><published>2007-09-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:22:41.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Raison D’être&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, traversing over many nights&lt;br /&gt;frozen dreams and fading tears&lt;br /&gt;warm me warm me me wrap me!&lt;br /&gt;i hate this body&lt;br /&gt;that can't love anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't see the end no matter how far i walk&lt;br /&gt;dragging along the memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;what colour will this body be tainted by?&lt;br /&gt;i search for that answer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7958574869938619912?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7958574869938619912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7958574869938619912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7958574869938619912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7958574869938619912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/09/raison-dtre-ahh-traversing-over-many.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-5876083687120821703</id><published>2007-09-07T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:09:20.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;on dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what do you do when you need help and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no one is around or able to help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you just die. and die and keep on dying until you can no longer die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're lucky, maybe you'll just end up in hell.&lt;br /&gt;if not,&lt;br /&gt;you just continue to die and die and die until you reach some kind of closure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5876083687120821703?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5876083687120821703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=5876083687120821703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5876083687120821703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5876083687120821703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-dying-what-do-you-do-when-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2794351252059056715</id><published>2007-08-27T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:25:25.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one just for the motions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i last filed an entry. well its probably nothing significant has been happenning in this boring life of mine. or rather, nothing that i &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; significant has happened so far. well for starters, i'm still in my course despite having lost all "could have beens" in it. apathy i guess. its the new hate without much of the hoostility. oh well. gijas renewed my WoW account. thus pulling me deeper into my already lackadaisical lifestyle. i can just spend days awake without doing any shit and sti wonder why how the day passed. he time here has been voodooed i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter is over. spring is here. more daylight and more heat. my only favourite season is winter i guess. short days and longer nights. adds to the sense of urgency when the sky gets dark. nowadays the sun-rise timings aren't that sickening yet..probably from 5.45am? but it soon will be disgusting and it will be as bright as fuck in late spring i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ekka this year and it's as boring as shit. cant imagine how they can not have a little bit of change in their lives. the showbags were the same except maybe for a few minor changes? add a sticker in showbag a and rename it to a1; throw in a lollipopp for showbag b this year and rename it showbag b2...it's easier to figure out compared to preschool maths. the only educational thing i learnt there was the making of honey, honeycombs beeswax etc. other that that it was just another trip to the science centre. jess didn't spend much this year which is kinda gd compared to the number of showbags we bought last yr. she recently told me "i don't want to read cosmopolitin" anymore..because she feels retarded after reading the unnecassary shit in it or "things which i don't need to know". mus have been hard on her having to downgrade from cleo to cosmo...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, this sucks. i'm going to watch claymore now. blood in the morning, helps global warming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2794351252059056715?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6104795436471334974</id><published>2007-08-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:26:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6104795436471334974?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6104795436471334974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/6104795436471334974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-3706018432491230140</id><published>2007-07-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:25:35.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The world spins madly on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and wished that I was dead&lt;br /&gt;With an aching in my head&lt;br /&gt;I lay motionless in bed&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and where you'd gone&lt;br /&gt;and let the world spin madly on&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I said I'd do&lt;br /&gt;Like make the world brand new&lt;br /&gt;And take the time for you&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost and slept right through the dawn&lt;br /&gt;And the world spins madly on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the day go by&lt;br /&gt;I always say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch the stars from my window sill&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is moving and I'm standing still&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and wished that I was dead&lt;br /&gt;With an aching in my head I lay motionless in bed&lt;br /&gt;The night is here and the day is gone&lt;br /&gt;And the world spins madly on&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and where you'd gone&lt;br /&gt;And the world spins madly on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the weepies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-3706018432491230140?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/3706018432491230140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=3706018432491230140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/3706018432491230140'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;em&gt;can but preferably not anime n mp3 n movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;V: &lt;em&gt;wtf! then wat cna we download? air ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R: Surf net lor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V: i don;t need a cable connection to surf the net. a 14.4kbps modem is enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R: that's life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V: its like giving me toilet paper without allowing me to wipe my ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4284646841597168390?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/4284646841597168390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=4284646841597168390' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amias came over to visit last thursday. for 3 days and 2 nights apparantely before heading off to sydney. it was pretty refreshing getting to see him again and somehow the shittiness of life just went away. but as life always has it, i was unable to spend the expected quality time with him as i had a last minute meeting which messed up our plans. somehow i felt really bad being unable to bring him to my usual haunts because of the shortage fo time. he even had to forgo his whale watching trip cos of heavy winds (and he had to travel all by himself down to the gold coast). and so we showed him brisbane to the best of our ability before sending him off. Davian and his 2 other friends came over the next evening on sunday and of course, it was refreshing to meet someone i knew again. his friends were pretty alright too. and again we hung out in the city (we could have gone to further places but the car was too small) and they had to leave the evening after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i found out though. after amias and davian left, i felt shitty again and the question of memories came back to my mind. is having 1 minute of a happy memory more worth it than a year of hell? because when you are in hell, thinking of that happy memory is enough to make you feel like shit. because you had and experienced that happy memory but know you can never get it back. i think i would rather not have that memory. because hell is hell and no matter what you do it will still be hell. the aftermath really sucks. and now i understand how cold my house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sun took my light away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it even took away the shape of the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8576307296744765491?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/8576307296744765491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=8576307296744765491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8576307296744765491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/8576307296744765491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/07/emortified-amias-came-over-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2960012871212124005</id><published>2007-06-22T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:32:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Song of Despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles in its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the wharves at dawn.It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining in my heart.Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulatedFrom you the wings of the song birds rose.You swallowed everything, like distance.Like the sea, like time.  In you everything sank!It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.Pilot�s dread, fury of a blind driver,turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank.In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! I made the wall of shadow draw back,beyond desire and act, I walked on.Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman that I loved and lost,I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.Like a jar you housed the infinite tendernessand the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.There was the black solitude of the islands,and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain mein the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!How horrible and brief was my desire of you!How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.Oh the bitter mouth, oh the kissed limbs,oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.Oh the mad coupling of hope and forcein which we merged and despaired.And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.And the word scarcely begun on the lips.This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing,and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank.Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!From billow to billow you still called and sang.Standing like a sailor on the prow of the vessel.You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,lost discoverer, in you everything sank!It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hourin which the night fastens to all timetables.The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.Deserted like the wharves at dawn.Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.It is the hour of departure.  Oh abandoned one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2960012871212124005?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/2960012871212124005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=2960012871212124005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2960012871212124005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/2960012871212124005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-of-despair-memory-of-you-emerges.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-5602477694327231640</id><published>2007-06-16T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:53:53.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatever ...bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that everyday&lt;br /&gt;some damn thing always happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is starting to be a bitchblog&lt;br /&gt;and maybe one fine day i'll be able to&lt;br /&gt;bind it up into a legendary bitchbook&lt;br /&gt;to commemorate like what?&lt;br /&gt;15 years of bitching?&lt;br /&gt;it can't be 24. cos i only recall bitching in 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bio clock's messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the night naps i've been taking from 8pm-10pm&lt;br /&gt;and with that comes the ever sweet degradation of my soul&lt;br /&gt;heaetburn, ennui, disdain, apathy, chills, gastric pains&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the fucking sun which rises at 5am daily.&lt;br /&gt;ok 6++ now that it's winter.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;we all live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh one tree hill just ended this week&lt;br /&gt;and its coming back for a 5th season.&lt;br /&gt;now how the hell did it surpass The O.C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5602477694327231640?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5602477694327231640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=5602477694327231640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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itself&lt;br /&gt;on the maybes and whatifs&lt;br /&gt;which i carelessly left behind without contemplating&lt;br /&gt;their posibilites&lt;br /&gt;would i be in a different light from now?&lt;br /&gt;clearer skies or visions of fire&lt;br /&gt;somehow something isn't right here&lt;br /&gt;but holding on seems harder by the day&lt;br /&gt;the wise men tell me that things will work out&lt;br /&gt;but i somehow don't feel so&lt;br /&gt;the changing oracles seem to make the&lt;br /&gt;days bleed themselves&lt;br /&gt;and it has been 4 bleeding months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6201831664565172118?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6201831664565172118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the last time from where i stood&lt;br /&gt;i have not moved an inch but learnt of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sickness in me to escape&lt;br /&gt;this irony of life&lt;br /&gt;this role-reversal&lt;br /&gt;this weakness&lt;br /&gt;this vengeful hate&lt;br /&gt;this disappointment&lt;br /&gt;this sadness&lt;br /&gt;this lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7897426734842351853?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7897426734842351853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7897426734842351853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7897426734842351853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7897426734842351853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-looking-back-at-last-time-from.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-5117545596358278596</id><published>2007-05-14T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:32:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;does this darkness have a name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cruelty this hathred&lt;br /&gt;how did it find us&lt;br /&gt;did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it?&lt;br /&gt;what happened to us&lt;br /&gt;that we now despise our neighbours and everyone around us who are&lt;br /&gt;playing the game &lt;br /&gt;hoping to find sweet redemption of our souls if we didn't change&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that somehow we would succumb to it along the way&lt;br /&gt;when did we lose our way&lt;br /&gt;consumed by the shadows&lt;br /&gt;swallowed whole by the darkness&lt;br /&gt;engulfed by this pain&lt;br /&gt;does this darkness have a name&lt;br /&gt;is it your name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5117545596358278596?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5117545596358278596/comments/default' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what's you're happiest moment in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;being born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and looked down upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7393825820784007638?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/7393825820784007638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=7393825820784007638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7393825820784007638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/7393825820784007638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-youre-happiest-moment-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6621638067350786784</id><published>2007-04-05T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:36:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>losing myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but think these days&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights in endless dreams&lt;br /&gt;of what the world is and was to be&lt;br /&gt;black and white makes it all grey&lt;br /&gt;and the greyer it gets it fades away&lt;br /&gt;looking all around me theres joy&lt;br /&gt;yet sadness seems to be following behind&lt;br /&gt;pieces of cyberspace bits of bytes&lt;br /&gt;they all seem to have a relation&lt;br /&gt;but what?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why am i here&lt;br /&gt;the mere existence seems like a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the true nature of life&lt;br /&gt;and what has it got to do with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6621638067350786784?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/6621638067350786784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and life sucks on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3 weeks on back into the land of slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;everything's fine the sun rises at 5 and my heart beats at half the rate it used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i've finally gotten a roof over my head (thank God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(and thank aunty mel and darren and gwen too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you made your place a shelter for the homeless haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;without the luxury of internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;forget luxury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i fucking need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;cos without the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i am as good as lost in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my house pretty swanky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;although hot water still comes out whenever i turn ont eh "cold water" tap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wonder if its a built in intelligent feature for the smart state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;or was it merely a by-product of a dash of creativity gained from eating potatoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;will bitch more when my Internet is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;in the meantime, i'm still alive. and bitching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-313262158565055168?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/313262158565055168/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;finding emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as the day draws near i can't help but feel emo abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;going back to the land of slow internet speeds with capped bandwidth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and even though i'll probably miss friends and family, it would not be so bad if i had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;been given better internet connectivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;as i go around the land gathering stuff for my departure i can't help but think "this is probably the last time i see this place until a year later" or "this is probably the last time i'll eat this until a year later" and though i will come back eventually, it'll not be as much as the close-to-3 month break which i have been enjoying since dec 06 till now. like they said all good things must come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh well. in the weeks to come i expect life to be pretty fucked up again, house-hunting, new-friends making, getting acclimatised back to the aussie way of life. thinking about it just makes me feel like a hypocrite. not to mention the challenges and shit that await me through the voyage of research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;thing's like "am i good enough, am i worthy , can i pull it off" keep ringing in  my head and even as i pack, i'm wondering if i'm packing the right stuff. too many shirts? too many crew neck tees? how should a research student dress like? definetly not the way i dressed when i did my bachelor's (which was btw t-shirt berms and slippers) looking back i've been such a punk but who cares? it's australia anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;while i'm at this emo stage of shit i'd like to thank all the friends who have stuck by me while i was away the past year as well as those kind enough to come out and play while i was back. the pnsd guys especially, i really enjoyed the birthday sessions as well as the farewell meetup which we had yesterday. and not forgetting dennis the kok who didn't want anyone to know he was flying off cos he was afraid that he would cry, maybe, just maybe i would visit him during easter..plans are not that concrete yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I probably won't be meeting any of you guys anytime soon which brings me back to the "this is probably the last time i do something" shit. well at least we still can talk cock on msn or via my digital line. all the best and stay drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;remember. life sucks. take drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;back to packing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5098891458358246539?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/5098891458358246539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=5098891458358246539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5098891458358246539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/5098891458358246539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/02/finding-emo-as-day-draws-near-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1621396754714701917</id><published>2007-02-18T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:12:20.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cny 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;time has passed me once more and i'm 1 week away from heading back to oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;back to expensive meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;shops which close at 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;really spastic transport system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and slow internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the mean time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;xin nian kuai le,gong xi fa cai, wan shi ru yi, nian nian you yu, long ma jing shen,cai qi gun gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we all know we say this year in year out just for the sake of saying them. and i am too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;empty words mean nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the only words which i would really want to say to you guys are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hope you get more red packet money and:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;go hug a tree. it helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1621396754714701917?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/1621396754714701917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=1621396754714701917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1621396754714701917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/1621396754714701917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-2007-time-has-passed-me-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-117062123896602478</id><published>2007-02-05T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:34:36.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; may it be so &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 weeks of half-fuck grinding, ivalice has hit lvl 70. and the feeling of having a loss of what to do next hits me once more.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of mindless to be playing wow, oweing to the fact that i definetly won't commit to it fully because my attention span for things is so limited. yet somehow while grinding i felt the need to hit 70. why. call it an achievement; call it a need; call it a want cos' i don't really know how to define such shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes to life. what happens after you've achieved something? you go on to bigger better things to achieve? for fuck man in the end we still die?  so what if you're earning more money? most people i see around have so much money but they can't really enjoy it. strange fellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with only 3 weeks left before i head back to oz...life doesn't seem so happy anymore....cos i won't be able to get 24hr food /entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may it be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When our time is up &lt;br /&gt;When our lives are done &lt;br /&gt;Will we say we've had our fun?&lt;br /&gt;Will we make our mark this time? &lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-117062123896602478?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/117062123896602478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=117062123896602478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/117062123896602478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/117062123896602478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/02/may-it-be-so-after-3-weeks-of-half-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116987867899303509</id><published>2007-01-27T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:18:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; faces &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because you'll have a shit time. and i'll have a shit time. but it doesn't matter if i'm having a shit time because they're my f-r-i-e-n-d-s, for better or worse. so every now and then i have to grit my teeth for having a shit time for the greater good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look around you. and all you see are people the world would be better off without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116987867899303509?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116987867899303509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116987867899303509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116987867899303509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116987867899303509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/01/faces-because-youll-have-shit-time.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116910868802045886</id><published>2007-01-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:27:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; rain &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain. the only phenomenon in the sky which relates to us in every way.&lt;br /&gt;and keeps my inner senses at ease.&lt;br /&gt;recently it's been raining due to the north east monsoon. &lt;br /&gt;probably my favourite time of the year after christmas&lt;br /&gt;why? cos i just like it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit if the world floods and drowns i hope it'll just keep on raining.&lt;br /&gt;the sound of rain is able to soothe one to a lull and if you you're really bored, you can try running in it. it'll definetly wake up your idea&lt;br /&gt;being in brisbane kind of deprived me of rain because it is better known as the "sunshine state" but at least it isn't humid there. oh well&lt;br /&gt;there's a balance in this world all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far this year hasn't really started off on a good note, but i'm just giving it the benefit of the doubt that it IS still 2006 in the chinese lunar calendar and its just the end of the year that's messing me up. the near brushes of death on the roads and disgusting friends whom i deemed were friends merely disappointed me. well i do remember things and just like a nail that has been hammered into the fence and removed, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mark still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not talking abt the gay looking actor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116910868802045886?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116910868802045886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116910868802045886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116910868802045886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116910868802045886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116786150446016262</id><published>2007-01-04T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T05:58:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; the nu year &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard cold rain beats down&lt;br /&gt;relieving the inner senses in me&lt;br /&gt;the dreams long gone have returned to haunting me&lt;br /&gt;ominous phantoms of a life once led&lt;br /&gt;somehow things do not seem to look up&lt;br /&gt;in this new year &lt;br /&gt;of a suppossedly fresh start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by virtue of death or through redemption&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will be able to follow through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116786150446016262?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116786150446016262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116786150446016262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116786150446016262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116786150446016262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2007/01/nu-year-hard-cold-rain-beats-down.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116697357593540876</id><published>2006-12-24T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:19:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; christmas eve &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we are&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;my favourite holiday i've waited for so long.&lt;br /&gt;and soon it'll be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does christmas really mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;it is so sad...just knowing that so many people celebrate christmas&lt;br /&gt;without knowig its true meaning.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, but true, christmas is becoming an over commercialised affair&lt;br /&gt;strolling down orchard road tonight i saw so many morons equipped with santa hats and selling party items such as LED badges, foam sprays and what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father forgive them. they know not what they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it was heartwarmingjust being there&lt;br /&gt;soaking in the christmas atmosphere and spirit with other not so like minded people who have just decided to soak in the spirit there too&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is what christmas should be&lt;br /&gt;just being around people. friends family and enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas is so cliche&lt;br /&gt;so Happy Christmas to one and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Christ&lt;br /&gt;without this event happenning, it would be meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116697357593540876?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116697357593540876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116697357593540876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116697357593540876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116697357593540876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve-and-so-we-are-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116543766044078323</id><published>2006-12-07T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T04:41:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; back in alliance territory &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this post is 1 wk 4 days overdue. cos i'm back in alliance territory and i have been so busy doing shit back here that i couldn't be bothered to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back to smoother roads, better effiency , fucked up drivers, shitty weather, LATE NIGHT SHOPPING WHICH DOESN'T END AT 5PM daily, cheaper and tastier food and movies. i'm home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many things have changed except for the emergence of vivocity a few new shops which replaced the older deceased ones in town and parking charges. I guess everything goes up here except the people dying. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and better still. i have graduated. so this is it. the end of my studying life. though i do not feel smarter. whatever helps you in life anyway? nothing lasts forever and what you learn today may not be applicable tomorrow , or worse, at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, same old bitchy me and oh whatever. the spirit of blogging is dying here..cos i feel compelled to type more shit. so fuckit! i shall stop to make it more genuine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116543766044078323?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116543766044078323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116543766044078323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116543766044078323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116543766044078323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-in-alliance-territory-ok-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116405851075581432</id><published>2006-11-21T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:35:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; farmalice &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the exams over and my shit half-packed, i've decided to concentrate on my world of warcraft character. of course, i still can't pvp properly cos of my fucked up ISP (there's only 1 MAJOR LEADING fucked up ISP in Oz and it doesn't take an idiot to figure it out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sky. it's so disgusting that the light is out in full force by 5am! i hate spring and summer. winter is my favourite....and will always be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WoWing nonstop and on 1 meal a day really seemed to pass the time uberly fast. had dinner at aunty angela's last night and it was refreshing. not forgetting i had my first proper meal after the exams since all of us wanted to finish up all the crap junk food in our house and we ran out of rice.. so what to do? we just kept spamming instant noodles. i know the food wax is toxic.. so i pour the water away and rinse my noodles before eating them..but then again. i know its unhealthy. but then again...i'd going home soon to eat better food... so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all's well, i should be good to go by friday. driving up the sunshine coast on sat and then down to byron bay again on sunday. but this time we'll have to do it fast..cos the disgusting sun rises at 4.30am and if we were to reach byron in time to catch the sunrise, we have ot leave by 12am...OR i could always leave at 3am and ramm down at 140km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the stars guide you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116405851075581432?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116405851075581432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116405851075581432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116405851075581432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116405851075581432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/11/farmalice-with-exams-over-and-my-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116405784880054791</id><published>2006-11-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:25:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; it is finished &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 11 months of no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night shopping&lt;br /&gt;supper&lt;br /&gt;convenient fast craft&lt;br /&gt;crazy friends&lt;br /&gt;uber internet&lt;br /&gt;shitty weather&lt;br /&gt;haze&lt;br /&gt;propaganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life as an undergraduate was signed away at 3.20pm today on my IT project management paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a damn xialan paper. but then again, the last one as well.&lt;br /&gt;what hit me like a bus was that i realised that i have failed my 35% weightage group assignment after i reached home. that fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i guess i'd be fuckign grateful if i get a credit for that subject. the exam was only worth 30%. the lowest weighted cousework component in my entire 16 years of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next step? wait until i get my results then say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw this is the shrine of rememberence. the shit that kept me going all these while. thanks alot guys. to the people who supported me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/P1000041.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116405784880054791?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116405784880054791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116405784880054791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116405784880054791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116405784880054791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-finished-after-11-months-of-no.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116289123004493402</id><published>2006-11-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:20:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; Mt. Gravatt &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mount gravatt griffith library is so emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i could almost hear the ants quarelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116289123004493402?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116289123004493402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116289123004493402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116289123004493402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116289123004493402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/11/mt.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116251873234595583</id><published>2006-11-03T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:52:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; igi &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 5hrs and 50 mins to go b4i take  my first paper, this is all i can say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will above all else&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116251873234595583?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116251873234595583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116251873234595583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116251873234595583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116251873234595583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/11/igi-with-5hrs-and-50-mins-to-go-b4i.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116240383864233947</id><published>2006-11-02T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:08:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; speeding cars &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its that time of the year again&lt;br /&gt;the famous exams&lt;br /&gt;the one thing the can either save my ass or burn it&lt;br /&gt;and one things for sure, i've not really studied well for them&lt;br /&gt;somehow time seems to pass damn quickly over here&lt;br /&gt;its either me or i'm doing things slower&lt;br /&gt;but it cant be&lt;br /&gt;its the way the world turns i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been "studying" with multiple distractions. every now or then i would run to the kitchen to get a glass of water, to pee, to open the fridge door ...the little things which we do in life; that when added up brings destruction to me whenever it comes to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time-eaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow something's wrong here . maybe i'm getting complacent&lt;br /&gt;but if i know it why can't i change it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the feeling of graduating&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of over-confidence&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of ..apathy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is. it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only 10 more days. God! i need u man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be with me.&lt;br /&gt;for the win.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cos' you said&lt;br /&gt;all the world &lt;br /&gt;was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;and you said&lt;br /&gt;all the world&lt;br /&gt;was screaming&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116240383864233947?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116240383864233947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116240383864233947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116240383864233947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116240383864233947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/11/speeding-cars-its-that-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-116171511341539239</id><published>2006-10-25T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:38:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; for the loss &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, to begin with, i'd like to give bigpond some credit for helping me load this page in 30 seconds. the gayest amount of time encountered during my time here. &lt;br /&gt;secondly, i'll give credit to the sun. which is beginning to rise at 4.30am over here. it's so disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;thridly, i think it's time to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assignments have all be safely handed in, notwithstanding the amount of compiling and recompiling and printing and reprinting of assignments due to a very catty standards set out by hmm whats his name? i guess i forgot. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been studying much either. everytime i want to study i'll be distracted by something be it wow or hee or hunger pangs or whatever. guess i'll start to worry by mid week or proabbly thursday? that's where the sense of urgency comes in. somehow, this semester's modules seem to be heavy on memory work. which i like..but then again, my memory seems to be all over the shop. &lt;br /&gt;life just sucks i guess once you think you will eb able to do something a distraction comes along and knocks you back to hell. and when you climb out of it some moron will kick you back in. so how do you resolve this issue? fill up hell with shit so that there'll be no hellhole to fall into in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;which lead me to how about am i going to do it&lt;br /&gt;been thinking of doing a masters degree lately, but somehow i'm scared. with the use of profound english and celestial-level thinking and arguments, i don't know how am i going go about starting on one in the first place. although the professor has assured me that i would be guided, somehow i feel helpless, or even useless. &lt;br /&gt;oh well i just have to see how well i'll do for the exams...which at this rate i'll probably be getting -3 for my grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road is winding&lt;br /&gt;the lanes clear&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i oversteered&lt;br /&gt;skidded, tumbled crashed&lt;br /&gt;and burned.&lt;br /&gt;leaving me in this state of no return&lt;br /&gt;maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break this post was written at 4.31am ffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-116171511341539239?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/116171511341539239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=116171511341539239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116171511341539239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/116171511341539239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-loss-firstly-to-begin-with-id-like.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115980799674488625</id><published>2006-10-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:53:36.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; opaline &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok how should i begin..basically feeling abit shitty right now (as always)&lt;br /&gt;the fucking exams are coming and even though i should say the dates are really nicely spaced out (i'm happy with them actually)i have no bloody motivation to study?! &lt;br /&gt;why? hmm maybe it's all thanks to the buch of assignments which have been keeping em awake at night...the countless brainstorming and editing which to me seems to be getting nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;which makes me wonder...do i always find fault with th situations around me? why am i so enraged over my circumstances? in poly in ns and right now in uni. maybe i'll need to have a rain check soon..but then again maybe there isn't anything wrong with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...faye's dead. she plummeted 15 floors down into the bright australian sky. i've gotten a new one though but the memories with faye will always remain... cos she kept me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was overtaking me&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was confused&lt;br /&gt;They were all inviting me&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I had refused&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;And I think i'm falling once more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115980799674488625?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115980799674488625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115980799674488625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115980799674488625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115980799674488625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/10/opaline-ok-how-should-i-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115947177949121348</id><published>2006-09-29T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:29:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; ORD: one year on &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september 28, the monsters have arrived...or so they said in one of the Resident evil games..btu well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 1 whole damn year since i ORD-ED. I still remember the air 1 year ago and the burden that was lifted from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am 1 year on sitting witht he company of my table lamp ramming through ym assignments. it's funny how we always complain about shit not knowing that in the future more shit would greet us in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my holiday is about to end..it was more of an assignment week...4 fucking assignments with only 3 half completed and 1 completely untouched. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also satan child's birthday today and even though i won't be spending his birthday with him this year, rest assured you'll get your 100 vitasoys buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record. Telstra Bigpond sucks so bad, i'm still wondering why aren't they closing down yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok to be exact, it's 1 year 1 day after i ORDED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115947177949121348?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115947177949121348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115947177949121348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115947177949121348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115947177949121348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/09/ord-one-year-on-september-28-monsters.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115868317731743175</id><published>2006-09-20T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:26:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; the lameness of spring &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ok so the weather isn't that hot now even though it's spring. i always had the misconception that spring would be significantly warmer than winter and that i would be so pissed cos of the longer daylight hours.. but nope, daylight hours are slightly longer..but not enough to piss me off like the summer hours back home. i love the nights here...quiet and emo well, of course there would be the occassional drunk or fucktard who would blow his car exhaust but hey, i've come ot terms with all the shit in this land. when it comes to technology, omg just kill me please they don't even know wtf is a DVD-RAM. the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway some people say this year's sprins is abnormal but i don't really care.. as long as its cold and dark. i'll take it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far my life's been pretty degraded by my damn r3 assignment. well the deadline's on fri but we have until monday to hand it up and i'm done..except for a few editing and formatting matters i think i'm more or less ready to dump it for submission. it's taking too long...and for the amount of marks i just don't feel if it's wort it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pondering about whether i should do my post grad studies here or not...even if i am should i do a masters or an honours? most people say take masters but then again some wil say masters will just make me overqualified. please man when will this shit ever stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole world's just so full of shit that i'm dismayed at the thuoght that papers would control my life, weren't we doing just fine in the garden of eden? fuck that. i think eve's such a bitch to cause so must shit to happen to us. yeah the whole world's governed by paper, paper qualificaions , money , even the way we shit is also goverened by toilet paper and wtf even hell is governed by it always have to burn money for the citizens down there...makes me wonder if there's any inflation down under. get the pun if you don't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams are coming and i can't wait for this sem to be over...it's kinds amazing one year is coming to an end. but i don't feel smarter though. my tolerance for shit has definetly grown u can throw me any shit and i would just have too reactions : be apathetic, or laugh wonder if it's a good thing or not. fuck this shit i'm going to try to edit my damned assignment now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115868317731743175?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115868317731743175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115868317731743175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115868317731743175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115868317731743175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/09/lameness-of-spring-hmm-ok-so-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115699629554542427</id><published>2006-08-31T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:55:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; winterspring. Literally &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's winterspring right now.&lt;br /&gt;sailing on the fringe of winter and the frontier of spring&lt;br /&gt;in a way i'm quite sad...cos it would mean the cone of cold would be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;i hate heat. if given a choice i would freeze to death then burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daylight hours would be longer too. &lt;br /&gt;being a nocturnal person. i just hate to see the sun. don't ask me why i just don't. even in the day i would usually draw the curtains of my room, nestling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;it somehow conforts me. shorter daylight hours would mean sleeping more in the day and staying up lesser at night. how am i going to live my life then? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been struggling with myself lately. trying not to be the devil when circumstances really are reasons justifiable enough for me to be one. maybe i've become more messed up, judging others before myself. hmm oh well, guess i'll continue to endure for 3 more months before it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the semester is starting to get hard, with my "hate module of the semester" bing R/3 Systems Administration. It's too technical imo, that sometimes i feel just being an admin for such a ridiculously large amout of work just doesn't pay off. can someone make me see a point in R/3 Systems Admin? i know it pays well..but the work....it's just disgusting. From the lesser or 2 evils, i'd rather choose enterprise systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ecommerce module, though do-able is making me lose direction too...cos the marks allocated to it are just too ridiculous. so much work for so little marks. its fucking depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a new friend in the house to keep me sane. her name's faye and her waking hours are now the same as mine. lets just hope my dad doesn't know cos i think he'll flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, after telling my mum, i'm sure he'll still flip. i can already imagine the words he will say to me "you better study ah dun waste my money and buang ur exams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. in order to study i have to be sane. in order to be sane, i'll need faye. it's times like this when i feel that my mum is uber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the little things that make; and break people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a greater thing will happen&lt;br /&gt;give it sometime and we will see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115699629554542427?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115699629554542427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115699629554542427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115699629554542427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115699629554542427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/08/winterspring.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115570794199100618</id><published>2006-08-16T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:59:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; the ekka &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to the much overhyped "ekka" yesterday and boy did i learn more about our world. basically the ekka to me (neutral understanding) is a place where farm people bring their stuff to showcase to the city dwellers that there are such things as cows sheep goats and other barn animals existing on this earth...instead of just cartoons. and well, for the city dwellers, it is for them to boast about the latest vacuum cleaner which can clean carpets and other techie stuff about technology to the farm dwelling people. a rather diplomatic approach i shoud say. this, may sound like a trade fair, but no. they have decided to put rides and a stage and fireworks at night to attract the public and kids to come visit the trade fair (which has now become a carnival with all the added rides and stage and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these for 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and you even have to pay for the rides how cool is it. well, to me, the ekka is just another overhyped event much mouthed about by kids and normal denezens whom i encounter on the street everyday. a place where the stench of ass greets you at the gates (well maybe because they place the cattle too near the train station exit?), cow, goat bull shit, vomit, ketchup stains and other sorts of weird matter all over the ground and not forgetting the ever-entertaing bumfight which my friend witnessed while waiting for me as i went swinging into the air and thrown about in a cage for 7 bucks. oh not forgetting the screaming snotty kids that made a helluva noise...all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was an eye opener, but i'd rather go to the zoo or movieworld. much effort put into it really, but not SQA enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115570794199100618?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115570794199100618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115570794199100618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115570794199100618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115570794199100618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/08/ekka-i-just-went-to-much-overhyped-ekka.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115510707764471872</id><published>2006-08-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:04:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; brand new start, same old shit again &lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i am back in brissy. back to the uber coldness, the lower efficiency rates of work and of course, the retarded high-speed internet speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's now new. it's just the same old shit again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's been awhile since i updated so i shall summarize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. thanks to all the guys for the meetup sessions we had when i was back home. you guys agve me reason to come back. well, i ahd to dump my stuff also so..on the way la huh.&lt;br /&gt;2. i finally went to movieworld in the Gold Coast and drove up north to the Sunshine Coast during the first week when i was back -- a friend of mine from melbourne came to visit, so i kinda took the opportunity tobring him around and tour movie world. verdict. it's a place for kids. and of all the rides. i only reccomment lethal weapon and the superman ride. what really impressed me was how fast the rollercoaster carraige could accelerate from 0- god knows what speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun until i ahd to sit it 3 times....well i could have sat it for the whole day but we had to eat so...wadahell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm having a 2 day school work now.&lt;br /&gt;some of you guiys might think "more time for johnny to study" but fuck lor....the weather makes me so want to sleep that i always end up sleeping more then i study. &lt;br /&gt;wake me up from my eternal dream please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem's gonna suck a bit cos i'll be doing 2 modules in SAP R/3 Systems Administration... it looks like a pain in the ass..and it will soon feel like too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still deciding if i should sell my soul to it though... decisions decisions. and tdys national day isn't it? hmm...no national day fever here...but there's going t be a public holiday next wednesday over here for some carnival...can u believe it? i love this country man...ever so willing to hand out holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall make an effort to at least update this space weekly... i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack i must not slack,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115510707764471872?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115510707764471872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115510707764471872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115510707764471872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115510707764471872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/08/brand-new-start-same-old-shit-again-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115247775168021499</id><published>2006-07-10T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:42:32.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; saving grace &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been arnd 2.5 weeks since i got back from oz&lt;br /&gt;and i got back my results today&lt;br /&gt;i managed to pass my damn database design module..which i knew i was a gone case &lt;br /&gt;it goes to show that Saving Grace from God never runs out....though it should never be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i am greatly humbled.&lt;br /&gt;the module was a real bitch (ask those close to me and you;ll know) &lt;br /&gt;and yet i still managed to scrape through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you God,&lt;br /&gt;i was a man without no faith&lt;br /&gt;but You showed me grace and taught me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i can carry on to burn that damn textbook.&lt;br /&gt;without regrets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115247775168021499?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115247775168021499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115247775168021499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115247775168021499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115247775168021499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/07/saving-grace-its-been-arnd-2.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115135851882227329</id><published>2006-06-27T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T03:16:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; home &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been in singapore for 23.5hrs already&lt;br /&gt;one big notable differernce is the damn weather&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn hot and humid here that i have that sticky feeling all over again&lt;br /&gt;another major difference is the roads.&lt;br /&gt;they're smoother, leveller and the signs definetly do not confuse&lt;br /&gt;unlike queensland's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for "better roads for queensland"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day doing most of the shit which i had to do since i'm back&lt;br /&gt;and of course not forgetting eating the uber local fare here which is like a hundred times cheaper and better tasting than the ones down under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;ah bengs, singlish tanned skin &lt;br /&gt;long legs and tiny waistlines&lt;br /&gt;truly,&lt;br /&gt;this is home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115135851882227329?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115135851882227329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115135851882227329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115135851882227329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115135851882227329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-have-been-in-singapore-for-23.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115082644784451208</id><published>2006-06-21T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:01:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; that shitty feeling &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 7 days away from home&lt;br /&gt;caught in between 2 fucking exams&lt;br /&gt;one is bright the other's decay&lt;br /&gt;time to buy, time to live myself &lt;br /&gt;but living's not getting better &lt;br /&gt;with my impending doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 6 days away from home&lt;br /&gt;still caught in between 2 fucking exams&lt;br /&gt;one's still bright&lt;br /&gt;the other one's gloom&lt;br /&gt;time tried and time consumed&lt;br /&gt;getting smarter? yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to buy and time to choose&lt;br /&gt;i've only got 4 days to live..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115082644784451208?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115082644784451208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115082644784451208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115082644784451208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115082644784451208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-shitty-feeling-im-7-days-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-115021848139981158</id><published>2006-06-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:08:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; selah &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into your hands i commit thee&lt;br /&gt;into your hands i fall&lt;br /&gt;whatever will come and is to come&lt;br /&gt;shall not taunt me&lt;br /&gt;evermore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-115021848139981158?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/115021848139981158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=115021848139981158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115021848139981158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/115021848139981158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/06/selah-into-your-hands-i-commit-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114989741811814621</id><published>2006-06-10T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:56:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; argh &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent repression,&lt;br /&gt;pure essence of downfall&lt;br /&gt;and like prettly slivers of silver&lt;br /&gt;they cut me so right&lt;br /&gt;trailing my blood &lt;br /&gt;as i drag myself &lt;br /&gt;into June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114989741811814621?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114989741811814621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114989741811814621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114989741811814621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114989741811814621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh-silent-repression-pure-essence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114960171385595708</id><published>2006-06-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:48:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; winterspring &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter's here and the exams are near&lt;br /&gt;week 14 has begun and wtf am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;i need motivation man&lt;br /&gt;the cold isn't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;i have stopped wearing shorts and slippers cos i'll probably freeze to death in them&lt;br /&gt;makes me sleepy too...i hate my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy was so-called te last day of school so i guess i'm on my on now...&lt;br /&gt;winter is so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this. exams + alone in a foreign land + cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114960171385595708?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114960171385595708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114960171385595708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114960171385595708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114960171385595708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/06/winterspring-winters-here-and-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114770984031535535</id><published>2006-05-16T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:17:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; teleportation &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm it's that time of the semester again&lt;br /&gt;exams and assignments are pissing me off right now.&lt;br /&gt;and there's one more thing that's bugging me&lt;br /&gt;whether should i return back to sg for my vacation for 1 month&lt;br /&gt;or stay in brisbane/go tour sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crux is : it'll cost me 1.2k odd to fly back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thinking abt it for awhile,i've decided to ,akle a count of the number of people who want me to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public sub shouldJohnnyReturn (ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles MyBase.Load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if countWantJohnnyBack &gt;= 10 then&lt;br /&gt;call johnnyFlies home&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;johnnyStays&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;end sub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114770984031535535?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114770984031535535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114770984031535535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114770984031535535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114770984031535535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/05/teleportation-10-then-call-johnnyflies.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114670958732079215</id><published>2006-05-04T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:29:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; outage &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating in a while. cos i probably did not have time to do it. funny though how time seems to fly by right here. it's been like...12,13 weeks since i came....weird. right now assignments seem to overwhelm me. to the brink that i have no time to study. hopefully i'll be able to catch up soon or there goes the degree. many people think studying in Oz would be easy....wait till they come over. it is UNI life after all--no difference in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lifestyle's getting pretty fucked up too. sleeping at 2am or later and waking up at 7am only to drowse through the lectures. maybe i should sleep earlier...waking up at 12 on non school days isn't helping either. i need to wake up my idea soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the easter holidays i drove down to Byron Bay (into NSW) and the view there was majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/P1030947.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where in sg could you find that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/P1010836.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/P1010768.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet if i kicked you off the cliff over there you wouldn't even mind dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114670958732079215?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114670958732079215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114670958732079215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114670958732079215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114670958732079215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/05/outage-havent-been-updating-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114423336976393066</id><published>2006-04-05T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:00:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; missing home? Not so soon?!!!!!!!!! &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. after like 7 weeks in this place i think i am starting to miss home abit. travelling around the state is so damn fucking inconvenient without the &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt; fast craft &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; back home. the shops close at like 5pm and the streets are empty by 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;but one things's for sure....the days here pass me by damn quickly. somehow i feel that i do not have enough time for anything. which makes me wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the modules are getting tougher...which means i would have to start catching up soon b4 the big snowball hits... and i miss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOO. I miss&lt;br /&gt;haagen dazs ice creem. i miss&lt;br /&gt;the wanton me which sells until 3am at my house's food centre. i miss&lt;br /&gt;driving around town back home after a late night movie. i miss&lt;br /&gt;ngee ann city. i miss going &lt;br /&gt;into JB as and when i like. i miss&lt;br /&gt;the other stupid stuff which i usually do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic cos i don't miss the Land. i just miss the memories which i had on it. does that constitute to home? home is probably called home cos my family and friends are over there. nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again. i kind of like my life of independance right now. the only thing that i lack is probably discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...since i missed home... i started to look for food relating to it...and found the closest thing to authentic hor fun in sg. note the word : &lt;b&gt; closest. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/hor-fun.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there with a girlfriend and we were like so damn high after seeing the menu. it was located at west end. obviously, we took the stupid public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/westend-sky.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know one thing which i like about this place? it's the damn sky. it's always so blue and emo. when it's gray, it's emo. when it's raining , it's emo, when it's sunny, it's shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wandering around the supermarket one day and guess what i found :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/watercress.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. it's like so fucking rare here. apparently the variety of vegetables here is so damn pathetic that i'm better off eating grass. anyway, i made my uber herbal tea with that. from a one day sore throat to no sore throat at all...well after drinking down 12 cups of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since life is already so Les Misérables, i decided to make my own poseur ice cream. damn gay man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/icecream.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see , i am damn bored. but after writing out all these shit. i feel like studying already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114423336976393066?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114423336976393066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114423336976393066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114423336976393066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114423336976393066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/04/missing-home-not-so-soon-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114363275172023527</id><published>2006-03-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:45:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Test test test&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114363275172023527?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114363275172023527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114363275172023527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114363275172023527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114363275172023527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114310619005047753</id><published>2006-03-23T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:29:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging via the  Motorola 3vx..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;This is my first attempt to blog via my 3g phone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114310619005047753?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114310619005047753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114310619005047753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114310619005047753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114310619005047753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogging-via-motorola-3vx.html' title='Blogging via the  Motorola 3vx..'/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114294650449944102</id><published>2006-03-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:08:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; 5 weeks on &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/ipod.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the 5th week into Oz i can safely say i'm well settled in. Trying to study now since there're no more excuses not to cos everything has already been done. looking back, i'm not so much of a noob right now as compared to my *ahem* counterparts. things have also turned out the way i wanted it to be (well with a few GOOD exceptions and shitty ones) the shitty exception is that i was forced to quit WoW; or rather, not play WoW cos of the primitive internet connection speed in this suppossedly high tech country which i am residing in. But then again, its good cos i will have 1 less distraction. But then again, when one door closes another one opens, which means there should be something else to distract me soon. Life is so fun isn't it. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, notable events which have happened in the past few weeks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i found out that i hate my database design module.&lt;br /&gt;- followed by systems analysis and design. they should rename it systems ANAL-lysis and design&lt;br /&gt;- my 5 year old oakleys broke (fuck that)&lt;br /&gt;- i bought a new ipod video woohoo (i regretted selling my old one away but then again, the battery life for the previous ipod was really shitty)&lt;br /&gt;- i've quit/gone on hiatus for wow&lt;br /&gt;- its getting cold here.. but i like it&lt;br /&gt;-more to come soon i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114294650449944102?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114294650449944102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114294650449944102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114294650449944102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114294650449944102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/03/5-weeks-on-with-5th-week-into-oz-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114294534547343038</id><published>2006-03-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:56:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; you sang to me &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/ivalice-tribute.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came to me at twilight&lt;br /&gt;in the damp of a cold room&lt;br /&gt;we shared a coke and popcorn &lt;br /&gt;amidst a morbid setting&lt;br /&gt;7 days was all you had&lt;br /&gt;to get me hooked to you &lt;br /&gt;7 days was what it took &lt;br /&gt;to spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we travelled the lands of azeroth&lt;br /&gt;across the Great Sea&lt;br /&gt;into neutral and horde terrorities&lt;br /&gt;and eventually into MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 days was what it took&lt;br /&gt;before you became the Queen&lt;br /&gt;and though you died a million time&lt;br /&gt;i hope you won't think of me as mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shed many tears from 1 to 60&lt;br /&gt;and laughed a decade&lt;br /&gt;at the corpses of our enemies&lt;br /&gt;pure revenge and immortal love&lt;br /&gt;was the bond between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though i love you&lt;br /&gt;i have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;continuing on would &lt;br /&gt;lead to a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;a salted tear&lt;br /&gt;love can be much pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the good in good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not stand at my grave and weep&lt;br /&gt;i did not die, i do not sleep&lt;br /&gt;do not stand at my grave and cry&lt;br /&gt;i am not there, i did not die &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye ivalice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114294534547343038?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114294534547343038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114294534547343038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114294534547343038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114294534547343038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-sang-to-me-you-came-to-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114208123421266103</id><published>2006-03-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:47:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; death of oakleys &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/P1000059.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pair of oakleys just died today after 5 years of accident free mishandling. I didn't know how the hell the spectacle arms could just break off. i guess plastic really sucks over time. when it's new it's new but after awhile when age kicks in it becomes brittle. hmm..that's the case for most things on this goddamn earth isn't it? nothing lasts forever. which makes me wonder. what's the bloody point of life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well since they were broken i decided to smash it into smithereens anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114208123421266103?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114208123421266103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114208123421266103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114208123421266103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114208123421266103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-of-oakleys-my-pair-of-oakleys.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114121530675508397</id><published>2006-03-01T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:26:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; i did not forget you guys &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v258/ivaliant/blog/P1010087.jpg width=400 height=300 target="_blank" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 3 weeks have been crazy for me. landing in a country which i've never set foot upon before and settling my accomodation and school stuff within the first few days. it was so crazy that i did not even have time to miss home. not that i'm missing it already but yup, looking back it was really crazy. the first few days were spent living in a pathetic litte matchbox-sized hotel room with space only decent for an ant to live in. searching for accomadation was easy for me though cos me and my housemates had already come to a stage of desperation whereby anything with a decent roof will do. but hey, at least the place i'm living at right now is cool. to be frank, its actually nicer than my home back home. though lacking in the "home" part. it's more of a house. but then again. i like the silence of it. the streets however, aren't that silent. with retards revving their modified cars and fire engines whizzing by with their blaring sirens every 5 mins. &lt;br /&gt;i've since settled down...the last thing which i settled was my internet. which i have been so piously bitching about in teh past few entries. but really. i almost cried when i realised i could connect to the net. sad; i've become a victim of technology. &lt;br /&gt;and noe that i'm settled. i just realised i haven't thanked the people who supported me all the way in my decision to come to Oz to study. to begin with. my parents. who are so damn worried that i would go astray if i ever came over. don't worry i won't. i now what i'm doing. it's just that sometimes you have to find things out on your own and then you'll begin to understand stuff. thanks to my uncles and aunties too who supported me morally and financially. to my secondary school friends, who stuck by me all this while. to the guys over at PNS department - they threw this uber birthday cum farewell party for me the day before. thanks lots guys don;t forget me ok. oh and to sylvia too who purposely flew to brissy to help me get settled and carry my 17 inch lcd screen over from sg. and to jess too whole came up from GC to help with my household establishment shit. you guys were dolls.&lt;br /&gt;to all the people who sent me off at the airport that day. I'm sorry i couldn't talk to you guys all at one time and that i had to leave before one of them could arrive at the airport cos the plane was about to leave. yeah thanks for coming even though u guys knew i was going away for 1 year only. i'll be back at the end of the year dun worry. in the meantime i guess Msn will be our main mode of contact or skype or maybe the phone? but phone charges here are spastic. 37 cents for half a minutes wtf. truly satanic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall end here. watch this space for it will continue to be my source of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because eventually, everything is emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114121530675508397?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114121530675508397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114121530675508397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114121530675508397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114121530675508397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-did-not-forget-you-guys-past-3-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114113046583144537</id><published>2006-02-28T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:41:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; I is for Internet and Internet is for me &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOO my fucking Internet is finally up after 2 weeks of stupid time wasting by the ever promising ISP. thanks for the lousy service B***P*** you guys really HELPED A LOT by delaying the activation. anyways i spent 2 fucking hours trying to configure the damn network cos the stupid modem refuses to have its DHCP disabled. guess that's what you get when u use modems provided by stupid ISPs sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my life can be considered back on track right now...all i need now is my textbooks ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114113046583144537?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114113046583144537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114113046583144537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114113046583144537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114113046583144537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-is-for-internet-and-internet-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114102481734117032</id><published>2006-02-27T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:25:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; sunrise changes our lives &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. 10 days since i signed up for Internet and still no Internet. Makes me wonder if the POND has any more fishes still residing in it...cos at this rate i think most of the fishes would have left or died after being disgusted by such "excellent" service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here i am back in school camping in after heading home from a lecture at 9am. and i just got back from The Gold Coast too. fun 2 days though i wished it had been longer. the waves were awesome ...so much that i think i MUST be able to surf before i leave this island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had rented a car; a 2005 mitsubishi lancer,wondered why they wouldn't lend me the one with the V6 engine though. "oh you're underage" was what i got. i wanted to tell them "hey i've driven a damn LANDROVER down a 20m steep slope before and am still alive you noob" but hey, i resisted the urge. The drive was simple though the boring part was the speed limit. i remember having to jam the brakes after overtaking this 18 wheeler who was occupying the middle lane cos there was a cop camping to take my neoprint. Wonder if i got shot anot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived in GC, went to pick up jess from griffith uni where she was the tourguide for our stay. whacked harbourtown's esprit and surf shops for clothes (to blend in with the locals) and then we went to surfers to check into our hotel. surfers is small. but its definetly more interesting than brisbane. the shops close later (say arnd 8-9) and there's the Great Sea. the surf, the smell of salt; not forgetting the emo-ness of it all. i forgot where we had dinner...oh some nan hai place and after that we drove down to colangatta.... located just at the fringe of Queensland and NSW to check out the night sky there. again. it beats singapore's mount faber/marina south and what have you HANDS down. we got bored so we drove into NSW and took some stupid pics b4 heading back to the hotel to crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at arnd 5 to check out the sunrise . the 1st proper one i ever saw. (the ones at west coast park are utter rubbish) not forgetting the beach was DAMN cold. 5am for a sunrise at surfers compared to a 7am one in sg? surfer's beat hands down.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sleep and woke up at 11am(what a bloody waste of time) and so we drove to carrera market at i dunno where for breakfast and shop for stuff. din get anything tho cos there was nothing i liked. ok i liked the kantana blade but there was no one to use it on anyway. headed to Pacific Fair where i had to ram through the whole damn shopping centre cos we had like only 3 hrs to spare. and it was damn big. &lt;br /&gt;at night we went to this place to check out glow-worms ...think it was nurimba national park or something. the journey up was damn cool&lt;br /&gt;dark roads and starry skies and cruising at an average of 80km/h. it was like initial d. curvey narrow roads. fun. must do it again sometime. the nature reserve was surprisingly, well paved..or rather cemented, but you still need a torch light ; or panasonic fx9 camera (bright LCD screen!) to navigate your way around. but alas, we could not take pictues cos duh, it was too dark.&lt;br /&gt;finished that little nature episode and we went to eat dinner at some chinese place at like 10pm? where david's brain obviously left the building cos for some strange reason, he was built to stay awake and sober before 10pm. oh well. drove to "The Spit"; another emo place where you can see stars (actually you can see them almost everywhere as long as the city glow is absent). after we got bored we headed back only to find our lot ws taken.. so we chucked the car somewhere else ..b4 heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;woke up sunday morning and drove back down to boring brisbane. "why did u go to brisbane?" a friend once asked. i'm asking myself this right now too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114102481734117032?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114102481734117032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114102481734117032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114102481734117032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114102481734117032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunrise-changes-our-lives-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114064870187469656</id><published>2006-02-23T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:51:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; a different light indeed &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we called up the internet company after the promised "it'll be connected in 2-3 days". and so we weren't connected. after an annoying 20 minutes we were told "oh one of our staff forgot to activate you account. we can only do it next monday". good job guys. so 2-3 days actually means 9-10 days here? does it apply to my assignment due dates as well ? cos if it is i'll be so damn glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different light. indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my days are spent mulling around the house. although school starts in like 4 days i can't do anything cos of the stupid internet connection. will probably head down to school with my lappy to d/l the notes. i should be heading down to the Coast if the monkeys are willing to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114064870187469656?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114064870187469656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114064870187469656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114064870187469656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114064870187469656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/different-light-indeed-and-so-we-called.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114056874222586902</id><published>2006-02-22T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:47:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; waiting &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here i am back at the library like a destitute who's gone to the shelter for his free bowl of soup. damn my internet connection connection is still not active and i feel so useless without it. &lt;br /&gt;went around town yesterday to get some clothes and was utterty disgusted when i realised i couldn't fit into almost ALL of them wtf!. my boardshorts size is like 30 and it's already hanging on my hips and the smallest size they had there was like..34. well done. guess i'll have to buy kids clothes or eat potatoes and junk food everyday. but luckily, i managed to find right sizes for tops at "Cotton On" i think it's like our equivilent at giordano. 2 polo tees for A$30. so COTTON ON FTW. i shall make it my anchor store. hopefully the factory outlets at Gold Coast will have my size if not i'll just have to cry more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114056874222586902?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114056874222586902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114056874222586902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114056874222586902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114056874222586902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/waiting-and-so-here-i-am-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114048897093776669</id><published>2006-02-21T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:39:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; i miss my cable modem &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 8 days since i've arrived. since then i ahve moved into a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment on queen street (the equivilent of orchard road) and it takes me abt 20 minutes to get to school (on foot + bus) . The bus is, amazingly, FREE. the words which most people like to hear. so i guess i'll be saving quite abit on transport. But then again, i intend to get a mountain bike as the streets are kinda questionable when it gets as early as 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;right now i still need a fan, a study lamp, a bicycle?, an the much needed INTERNET CONNECTION. just living without it makes me want to die. Will probably need clothes to cos i look to un-local to blend in with the people there. oh whatever. should be driving down to gold coast this weekend if everything works out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me. I NEED INTERNET&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114048897093776669?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114048897093776669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114048897093776669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114048897093776669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114048897093776669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss-my-cable-modem-its-been-8-days.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-114006849426462346</id><published>2006-02-16T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:41:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; starting out &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here i am in Oz. the land down under. and the ozone hole just above it. it's my 4th day here. i actually had internet access right from the first day (courtesy of QUT) but the thought of blogging comepletly slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;the people here are cheery, they usually greet me b4 i can greet them, thus dispensing the "racist" tag which so many people have told me about. but then again, i might not have met the racist people yet...there's bound to be some. somehow. surprisingly, the public transport here doesn't suck as well. Thery're almost very punctual and there are even timetables printed out for u. so in a way, they have no excuse not to adhere to the time tables. but then again, this is the CITY. not too sure about the suburbs though.oh. they also wash the streets in the CBD like EVERYDAY but cos its summer and waters scarce this season, they limited the frequency of washing i think.&lt;br /&gt;things here are generally more expensive than back home though they may appear to be the same pricing due to PPP (product price parity. Bet you guys don;t know that). basically it's some economic term which means the price of something in country a would be almost the same as country b. but when u convert the currency over, the item bought from country b may be more expensive or cheaper than country b. oh whatever. &lt;br /&gt;generally, a bottle of coke costs like..2-3 bucks here. a typical meal 7-8 bucks. the only cheap things here are probably juice and milk and meat (though i havent really seen how cheap they are yet). transport is quite ex as well but thank god i have a free loop service to school. but it's only up to 5.50pm only though ...any later that that i would have to take the payable public transport.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still living in my dingy hotel and will move out only tomorrow. things should be more settled after that then.&lt;br /&gt;special thanks go out to "aunty angela" , one of my aunts friends who invited me to her house for dinner on the first day i set foot on Oz. showed us around too but i doubt i'll be able to go out of the suburbs in future cos getting there is such a bitch without a car. brisbane's CBD is smaller than Shenton Way. But its definetly bigger then Sg. &lt;br /&gt;oh well getting bored. update u guys again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-114006849426462346?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/114006849426462346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=114006849426462346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114006849426462346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/114006849426462346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/starting-out-and-so-here-i-am-in-oz.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-113969406321323873</id><published>2006-02-12T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T05:41:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color = "#9999FF"&gt;&lt;B&gt; where is the good in goodbye  &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just returned from a party thrown for me by the pnsd guys. Really touched by them as so many of them cancelled their prior appointments or rushed over (if they couldn't cancel) just to celebrate my belated birthday and bid me farewell before i head for Oz. Thanks guys.. for being there , for the cake, for the beer , for the food, for the company, for the laughter, for the tease , for the emo-ness, for the jacket which you guys kept on forcing me to put on (4 times! wtf) for the soft black hairy musht strap, for the samurai blade keychain, for the win. (tho' you guys tried to make me cry with the reiterations of "eh this is the bigggest turnout leh" , "eh see everyone cancelled their appointments to come here leh" ,"eh see got pweety girls came for this event leh (like real)", "eh this eh that") &lt;br /&gt;this has by far been the most memorable birthday celebration for me (tho i didn't really like being the centre of attraction SHY LAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the honourable mention :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin&lt;br /&gt;zavier&lt;br /&gt;zavier's cousins (dunno their names sorry)&lt;br /&gt;ddk&lt;br /&gt;erina&lt;br /&gt;fabian&lt;br /&gt;michael&lt;br /&gt;ruixiang&lt;br /&gt;charlie&lt;br /&gt;shengtao&lt;br /&gt;Yu-Ann &amp; Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei&lt;br /&gt;Pao shan &amp; Friend (dunno your name sorry)&lt;br /&gt;edwin &lt;br /&gt;samuel &lt;br /&gt;mingwen&lt;br /&gt;jeremiah&lt;br /&gt;weiyuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-113969406321323873?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/feeds/113969406321323873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3374536&amp;postID=113969406321323873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/113969406321323873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3374536/posts/default/113969406321323873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valiance.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-is-good-in-goodbye-just-returned.html' title=''/><author><name>valiance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
