<?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-9791789</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:07.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abstract Entity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115884184659800722</id><published>2006-09-21T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:30:46.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats in a quote</title><content type='html'>so i'm back&lt;br /&gt;after ages and ages.&lt;br /&gt;but indeed its been forever since i've blogged&lt;br /&gt;but i'm back&lt;br /&gt;thanks you jared and val and yang for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes been as it has for the last 3 to 4 months&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd prelim is over and now we're for what its worth&lt;br /&gt;gearing up for the o's&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been interesting&lt;br /&gt;i managed to catch lord of the rings return of the king recently&lt;br /&gt;and its amazing how j.r tolken or the producers of lotr could come up with some of the deepest most sensitive quotes&lt;br /&gt;gandalf, aaragon legolas for all their worth as fictional characters&lt;br /&gt;issued lines of deep sentiment&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its those of great thought and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;from the inspired writers of the bible&lt;br /&gt;to chruchill&lt;br /&gt;even to lee kuan yew,isolated as it is.&lt;br /&gt;but what is it that inspires them to such brilliance&lt;br /&gt;life experience?&lt;br /&gt;deep intelect?&lt;br /&gt;or some incredible ability to take perspectives&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is these quotes have been the source of inspiration and drive to many&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it means little to most&lt;br /&gt;but oddly for a non literature person like me,&lt;br /&gt;it is possibly due to my close affinity to anything speech like&lt;br /&gt;that these moving statements are perhaps what truly inspire me&lt;br /&gt;which is really incredible. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next time i blog&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115884184659800722?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115884184659800722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115884184659800722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115884184659800722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115884184659800722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-in-quote.html' title='whats in a quote'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115382865291152404</id><published>2006-07-25T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T04:57:32.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incacerate Me</title><content type='html'>its a new kind of depression.&lt;br /&gt;the worst kind.&lt;br /&gt;its unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its this regret over not doing well for the second prelim&lt;br /&gt;failing math,while scoring 1's and a overall improvement in all other subjects&lt;br /&gt;which ultimately count for nothing in a prelim that is worth 15%&lt;br /&gt;the fact that  i can't turn back the damage done in prelim 1.&lt;br /&gt;horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;hc rejected my application and i'm off to the place i grew up with over the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;not bad&lt;br /&gt;just that it just wouldn't begin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm left here to struggle in the dull monotony that is the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;for what its worth&lt;br /&gt;math isn't giving me anything more than headaches&lt;br /&gt;and my body is simply not willing to take any more torture&lt;br /&gt;though i haven't exactly put it through much.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this sense of loneliness,which appropratiely this blog displays.&lt;br /&gt;for once i can fully admit i'm independent of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly touch it&lt;br /&gt;and no one ever touches theirs to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;which is good&lt;br /&gt;but yet concurrently immensly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its the same depression that has struck val.&lt;br /&gt;this weird sense of urgency as to how far behind i am&lt;br /&gt;but yet not being able to summon the urgency to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;i expect to be dead when my parents see that i've failed a subject i previously a ttained a distinction for.&lt;br /&gt;rubbing the depression further.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;such a long long road...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115382865291152404?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115382865291152404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115382865291152404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115382865291152404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115382865291152404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/07/incacerate-me.html' title='Incacerate Me'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115073416388567098</id><published>2006-06-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:22:43.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up</title><content type='html'>thats it&lt;br /&gt;i've sealed both packages&lt;br /&gt;now they await being sent to their respective schools&lt;br /&gt;a months worth of chasing printing and compiling&lt;br /&gt;its done&lt;br /&gt;the fate now is left in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;He who has been suprisingly kind to me in the last few weeks and years.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, God is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its all left in his hands&lt;br /&gt;the dirty hands of beauracratic processes&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;br /&gt;now a month long wait&lt;br /&gt;and we shall see where my future takes me.&lt;br /&gt;short of the little singing in the rain stint, i have yet to fail a application process =not that there's been many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what makes a band click&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to BEP's pump it today and wondered, bep have it all, they're a highyl succesful group, for which their music isnt exactly spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab a number of unknown un recognise maverick looking people&lt;br /&gt;2.Arm them with upbeat weird genre music, as well as slow latin gypsy folk slower sounds.&lt;br /&gt;3.1 whacky looking man, 1 weird guy and 1 philopino rapper&lt;br /&gt;4.get a mix of up tempo songs mixed with rap and a bit of ballet, with a tint of diva time.&lt;br /&gt;5.1 really hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you basically cover the entire music listening community.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like rap&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like folk and gyspy&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like weird folk&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like hot babes.&lt;br /&gt;basically people like you, dig your music and are more than willing to buy your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115073416388567098?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115073416388567098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115073416388567098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073416388567098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073416388567098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/06/nitrogen-in-my-breath-just_115073416388567098.html' title='Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115073379129815401</id><published>2006-06-19T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:16:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up</title><content type='html'>thats it&lt;br /&gt;i've sealed both packages&lt;br /&gt;now they await being sent to their respective schools&lt;br /&gt;a months worth of chasing printing and compiling&lt;br /&gt;its done&lt;br /&gt;the fate now is left in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;He who has been suprisingly kind to me in the last few weeks and years.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, God is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its all left in his hands&lt;br /&gt;the dirty hands of beauracratic processes&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;br /&gt;now a month long wait&lt;br /&gt;and we shall see where my future takes me.&lt;br /&gt;short of the little singing in the rain stint, i have yet to fail a application process =not that there's been many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what makes a band click&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to BEP's pump it today and wondered, bep have it all, they're a highyl succesful group, for which their music isnt exactly spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab a number of unknown un recognise maverick looking people&lt;br /&gt;2.Arm them with upbeat weird genre music, as well as slow latin gypsy folk slower sounds.&lt;br /&gt;3.1 whacky looking man, 1 weird guy and 1 philopino rapper&lt;br /&gt;4.get a mix of up tempo songs mixed with rap and a bit of ballet, with a tint of diva time.&lt;br /&gt;5.1 really hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you basically cover the entire music listening community.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like rap&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like folk and gyspy&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like weird folk&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like hot babes.&lt;br /&gt;basically people like you, dig your music and are more than willing to buy your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115073379129815401?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115073379129815401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115073379129815401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073379129815401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073379129815401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/06/nitrogen-in-my-breath-just_115073379129815401.html' title='Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115073370153994243</id><published>2006-06-19T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:15:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up</title><content type='html'>thats it&lt;br /&gt;i've sealed both packages&lt;br /&gt;now they await being sent to their respective schools&lt;br /&gt;a months worth of chasing printing and compiling&lt;br /&gt;its done&lt;br /&gt;the fate now is left in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;He who has been suprisingly kind to me in the last few weeks and years.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, God is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its all left in his hands&lt;br /&gt;the dirty hands of beauracratic processes&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;br /&gt;now a month long wait&lt;br /&gt;and we shall see where my future takes me.&lt;br /&gt;short of the little singing in the rain stint, i have yet to fail a application process =not that there's been many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what makes a band click&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to BEP's pump it today and wondered, bep have it all, they're a highyl succesful group, for which their music isnt exactly spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab a number of unknown un recognise maverick looking people&lt;br /&gt;2.Arm them with upbeat weird genre music, as well as slow latin gypsy folk slower sounds.&lt;br /&gt;3.1 whacky looking man, 1 weird guy and 1 philopino rapper&lt;br /&gt;4.get a mix of up tempo songs mixed with rap and a bit of ballet, with a tint of diva time.&lt;br /&gt;5.1 really hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you basically cover the entire music listening community.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like rap&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like folk and gyspy&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like weird folk&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like hot babes.&lt;br /&gt;basically people like you, dig your music and are more than willing to buy your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115073370153994243?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115073370153994243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115073370153994243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073370153994243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073370153994243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/06/nitrogen-in-my-breath-just_115073370153994243.html' title='Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115073366387482610</id><published>2006-06-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:14:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up</title><content type='html'>thats it&lt;br /&gt;i've sealed both packages&lt;br /&gt;now they await being sent to their respective schools&lt;br /&gt;a months worth of chasing printing and compiling&lt;br /&gt;its done&lt;br /&gt;the fate now is left in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;He who has been suprisingly kind to me in the last few weeks and years.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, God is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its all left in his hands&lt;br /&gt;the dirty hands of beauracratic processes&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;br /&gt;now a month long wait&lt;br /&gt;and we shall see where my future takes me.&lt;br /&gt;short of the little singing in the rain stint, i have yet to fail a application process =not that there's been many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what makes a band click&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to BEP's pump it today and wondered, bep have it all, they're a highyl succesful group, for which their music isnt exactly spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab a number of unknown un recognise maverick looking people&lt;br /&gt;2.Arm them with upbeat weird genre music, as well as slow latin gypsy folk slower sounds.&lt;br /&gt;3.1 whacky looking man, 1 weird guy and 1 philopino rapper&lt;br /&gt;4.get a mix of up tempo songs mixed with rap and a bit of ballet, with a tint of diva time.&lt;br /&gt;5.1 really hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you basically cover the entire music listening community.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like rap&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like folk and gyspy&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like weird folk&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like hot babes.&lt;br /&gt;basically people like you, dig your music and are more than willing to buy your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115073366387482610?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115073366387482610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115073366387482610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073366387482610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/115073366387482610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/06/nitrogen-in-my-breath-just-to-light_19.html' title='Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115073345532441545</id><published>2006-06-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:10:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitrogen in my breath just to light things up</title><content type='html'>thats it&lt;br /&gt;i've sealed both packages&lt;br /&gt;now they await being sent to their respective schools&lt;br /&gt;a months worth of chasing printing and compiling&lt;br /&gt;its done&lt;br /&gt;the fate now is left in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;He who has been suprisingly kind to me in the last few weeks and years.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, God is Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its all left in his hands&lt;br /&gt;the dirty hands of beauracratic processes&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;br /&gt;now a month long wait&lt;br /&gt;and we shall see where my future takes me.&lt;br /&gt;short of the little singing in the rain stint, i have yet to fail a application process =not that there's been many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what makes a band click&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to BEP's pump it today and wondered, bep have it all, they're a highyl succesful group, for which their music isnt exactly spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab a number of unknown un recognise maverick looking people&lt;br /&gt;2.Arm them with upbeat weird genre music, as well as slow latin gypsy folk slower sounds.&lt;br /&gt;3.1 whacky looking man, 1 weird guy and 1 philopino rapper&lt;br /&gt;4.get a mix of up tempo songs mixed with rap and a bit of ballet, with a tint of diva time.&lt;br /&gt;5.1 really hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you basically cover the entire music listening community.&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like rap&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like folk and gyspy&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like weird folk&lt;br /&gt;ppl who like hot babes.&lt;br /&gt;basically people like you, dig your music and are more than willing to buy your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115073345532441545?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-115064555302560260</id><published>2006-06-18T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:45:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a cry for freedom</title><content type='html'>i've been surfing around in my boredom&lt;br /&gt;my cursed geography notes in front of me, the laptop screen before me.&lt;br /&gt;robin's in ns&lt;br /&gt;tze kai and the rest of the juniors are having the time of their lives going through the same debate season i have long since tread over&lt;br /&gt;but here i am&lt;br /&gt;caught in this fucked up place called no where studying for the pointless o levels.&lt;br /&gt;its pointless really, all this studying.&lt;br /&gt;your brain gets smarter&lt;br /&gt;but your head gets dumb&lt;br /&gt;and with all vigor and passion we go forth to meet the enemy which is the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;utter bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait to get this over with&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are ending&lt;br /&gt;its been mechanical studying all along&lt;br /&gt;save for the first two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;to meet me on the first day of school are the prelim 2s&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;another round of dissapointment and endless studying.&lt;br /&gt;its sad to be such a pessimist&lt;br /&gt;but i'm being realistic with regard to me.&lt;br /&gt;though in the coming month some things might spice up my life.&lt;br /&gt;the completion of our school syllabus, if nothing more than a brief chance to look back and laugh&lt;br /&gt;my submission of my dsa forms&lt;br /&gt;which has been looong overdue by my personal deadlines&lt;br /&gt;i aim to submit it by this tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;and the long waiting for the results.&lt;br /&gt;that decide my future&lt;br /&gt;and just how much slack i can throw.&lt;br /&gt;evidently, none.&lt;br /&gt;but its a relieving feeling.&lt;br /&gt;if i get in that it.&lt;br /&gt;its all so boring.&lt;br /&gt;its such a shame to have met so many interesting, ok maybe just 1, people ar rmun&lt;br /&gt;but not be able to get to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;5 more months&lt;br /&gt;over which period of time i would have grew a year older and a year wiser and wearier.&lt;br /&gt;this is not good.&lt;br /&gt;not good at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115064555302560260?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115064555302560260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=115064555302560260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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seriously&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?curse and bang the machine in the hope of getting it out.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you consider yourself kind?mostly&lt;br /&gt;5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?the small of my back&lt;br /&gt;6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?French.&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you know your neighbors?used to, till they all moved out&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you consider a vacation?where i'm happy and carefree with nonthing to do and money to waste.&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you follow your horoscope?Nope, its bullshit&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you move for the person you loved?perhaps, though i doubt&lt;br /&gt;11) Are you touchy feely?if i'm interpreting this right, no.&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you believe that opposites attract?yes. looks at ms. goh&lt;br /&gt;13) Dream job?actually its to be a chef at a 5 star hotel. with another of other jobs and succesful careers =)&lt;br /&gt;14) Favorite channel(s)?none in particular&lt;br /&gt;15) Favorite place to go on weekends?depends.&lt;br /&gt;16) Showers or Baths?baths&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you paint your nails?nope&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you trust people easily?pretty much&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your phobias?fear of certain insects.&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want kids?i guess&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?used to, was supposed to improve my english, and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;22) Where would you rather be right now?out with friends? lan shop,movie theatre,park, whatever&lt;br /&gt;23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?no one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;24) Heavy or light sleeper?moderate&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you paranoid?nah&lt;br /&gt;26) Are you impatient?at times&lt;br /&gt;27) Who can you relate to?no one&lt;br /&gt;28) How do you feel about interracial couples?well done!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;29) Have you been burned by love?i guess? but i oddly i don't feel much for itn now.&lt;br /&gt;30) What's your favorite pick-up line?none.&lt;br /&gt;31) What's your main ring tone on your mobile?the classic&lt;br /&gt;32) What were you doing at midnight last night?playing solitare with a friend. haha&lt;br /&gt;33) What did the last text on your cellphone say?my friend missing orchard and asking what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?mine, progressed to the floor and my parents bed in the morning once they had woken up&lt;br /&gt;35) What color shirt are you wearing?white.&lt;br /&gt;36) Most recent movie you watched?mission impossible 3, in a theatre. not bad la.Honey at home&lt;br /&gt;37) Name three things you have on you at all times?nothing really haha most would be my phone&lt;br /&gt;38.) What color are your bed sheets?blue and white stripes&lt;br /&gt;39) How much cash do you have on you right now?$2.60&lt;br /&gt;40) What is your favorite part of the chicken?Thigh&lt;br /&gt;41) What's your favorite town/city?singapore.&lt;br /&gt;42) I can't wait till:the end of my o levels&lt;br /&gt;44) What did you have for dinner last night?a mix of chilli crab and other assorted chinese dishes&lt;br /&gt;45) How tall are you barefoot?165 =47) Do you own a gun?No&lt;br /&gt;48) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?WATER&lt;br /&gt;49) What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?care and concern. Haha..for real&lt;br /&gt;56) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?just finished school, looking for a job&lt;br /&gt;57) Last thing you ate?some weird indian meal.&lt;br /&gt;58) What songs do you sing in the shower?different songs,a whole jukebox worth&lt;br /&gt;59) Last thing that made you laugh?a very interesting account of events from andre&lt;br /&gt;60) Worst injury you've ever had?Fractured left arm.&lt;br /&gt;61) Does someone have a crush on you?wouldn't know would i&lt;br /&gt;62) What's your favorite candy?mostly everything.&lt;br /&gt;63) What song do you want played at your funeral?bring me to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-115062403510961571?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/115062403510961571/comments/default' title='Post 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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-9791789.post-114873549337153453</id><published>2006-05-27T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T06:11:33.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the name</title><content type='html'>an interesting but i believe meaningful reflection on what it really takes to be succesful.&lt;br /&gt;from the song remember the name, from fort minor i take this break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% luck&lt;br /&gt;15% skil&lt;br /&gt;20% concentrated power of will&lt;br /&gt;5% pleasure&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;50% pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% reason to remember the name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114873549337153453?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114805088240545550</id><published>2006-05-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:01:22.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold words</title><content type='html'>The truth is, you're really alone&lt;br /&gt;If indeed the world is a cold lonely place,&lt;br /&gt;then humans are doomed to endure it.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friedns will pull you only so far.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they have their own lives to live.&lt;br /&gt;They care for you, yes they do.&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that it hurts them to do so,&lt;br /&gt;then they care no more.&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame them for it.&lt;br /&gt;They make descions, which mess yours up,&lt;br /&gt;but evidently are important ones in accordance,&lt;br /&gt;to their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents love you, always too much,&lt;br /&gt;and in their love and stubboness,&lt;br /&gt;they impeded whatever you try to do.&lt;br /&gt;Their pride overshadows your own,&lt;br /&gt;they will never concede defeat,&lt;br /&gt;they will never listen.&lt;br /&gt;They're abillity to deviate from what they believe to be right,&lt;br /&gt;is frightfully lacking,&lt;br /&gt;and they defend and push their intentions,&lt;br /&gt;as radcally as extremists.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there are the heavens above,&lt;br /&gt;whom you look to refuge and solace.&lt;br /&gt;And in your time of need, there is no greater place.&lt;br /&gt;But God only helps those who help themselves,&lt;br /&gt;and sitting and waiting for a miracle gets you no where.&lt;br /&gt;Alas there is only one person left,&lt;br /&gt;that is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When intentions of love, turn into obstacles in your path.&lt;br /&gt;There is but only one thing to hold onto,&lt;br /&gt;Yourself and your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Lose either of them and you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;Friedns and love ones try to help,&lt;br /&gt;But what can they really do.&lt;br /&gt;In the end everyone has a life of thier own.&lt;br /&gt;Precious few will give it up for you,&lt;br /&gt;the vast majority won't.&lt;br /&gt;They say love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;love is blinding.&lt;br /&gt;Your family treis to run your life,&lt;br /&gt;driven by the fear derived from loving you.&lt;br /&gt;They run your life the way they would run their own.&lt;br /&gt;not realising it is you and not them who is living it.&lt;br /&gt;They care nothing except your well being,&lt;br /&gt;the irony sadly being,&lt;br /&gt;that in the process,&lt;br /&gt;they care so little for it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh they may try,&lt;br /&gt;but hey who would never take no fo an answer,&lt;br /&gt;would never concede judgement agaisnt their will.&lt;br /&gt;Fret not for in your darkest hour you will have no one.&lt;br /&gt;Fret not, that most of your friends would have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Fret not, for the people who love you the most will mess up your life.&lt;br /&gt;Worry instead for how you will deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;The world won't give in.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents will never stop believing in themselves,&lt;br /&gt;if only they knew the tragedy that unfolds because of the will of steel.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends will always be there,&lt;br /&gt;most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;some will even have the audacity to stab you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;That leaves you.&lt;br /&gt;Cold lonely, close to insanity, and very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;In your darkest hour,&lt;br /&gt;all human forms of help would have left you.&lt;br /&gt;they care not for how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;how it would affect you.&lt;br /&gt;You are left with you.&lt;br /&gt;no one else.&lt;br /&gt;its you agaisnt the world.&lt;br /&gt;And i assure you, everything that can go wrong, will go wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114805088240545550?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114629114164342650</id><published>2006-04-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:12:21.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>-No.There is nothing going on between me and valerie goh.you didn't see anything.couples rarely ever show such loving affection in public (and in retrospect it would have been wiser not to have done that), good friends on the other hand, always have a hug or two for that someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the official end to my debating career.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i debated, but the competition had ended, the prizes were awarded and the final two mementos that were to be added to my final chapter of my career as a debater were added.&lt;br /&gt;It is, as sam says it, the end.&lt;br /&gt;I will not debate competitively for a long time to come, it is time for another batch of catholic high debaters to take over the flag.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say to the overall results and descions of the night.&lt;br /&gt;i agree with some and disagree with others.&lt;br /&gt;but for most of us sore losers, last night was a night of emotinonal ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;from being supremly low, to insanely nervous, and a feeling of eny and longing dissimilar to any that i have ever felt before.&lt;br /&gt;nontheless it was the end, it wasn't me on the stage and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dissapointed i didn't get a higher ranking than i did.&lt;br /&gt;but its nothing i can change.&lt;br /&gt;all i have left now is to start preparation for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;how monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other areas the night also granted me some weird form of emotional liberation.&lt;br /&gt;from all the regrets, acrimony and dysphoria, i seemed to have attained some form of release.&lt;br /&gt;without the effects of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCDCs next.&lt;br /&gt;where, with whom remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114629114164342650?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/114629114164342650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=114629114164342650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/114629114164342650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/114629114164342650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/04/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114381402419574895</id><published>2006-03-31T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:07:04.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>i'm not one to believe in signs.&lt;br /&gt;but today walking around j8 i recienved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a few things hit me&lt;br /&gt;i talked to tze kai for a record 4 or so hours non stop&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;during that time i got a few insights&lt;br /&gt;and i walked off interestingly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked into popular,&lt;br /&gt;for no particular reason and i looked around&lt;br /&gt;its been 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;every time i walked into popular&lt;br /&gt;i would never not come out without a debate book, or having scouted and looked for one that i would buy to replace my old one.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i didnt&lt;br /&gt;i came across the wide array of various books&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i didnt have a need to browse through them&lt;br /&gt;i didnt&lt;br /&gt;it felt awkward&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;saddening.&lt;br /&gt;a life a culture had been put to an end.&lt;br /&gt;and right there i had realised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tze kai told me&lt;br /&gt;every morning since last friday he asked himself when he woke up, why was he not a champion.&lt;br /&gt;i told him in reply&lt;br /&gt;the first question i ask myself is do i have to wake up&lt;br /&gt;which is alway true.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised&lt;br /&gt;that i ask myself later on in the day&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever wake up.&lt;br /&gt;and so i live by this credo&lt;br /&gt;till the day where i am able to convicingly ask myself&lt;br /&gt;do i have to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've life to live and lots to achive&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever wake up?&lt;br /&gt;cause if i didn't, i wouldnt be where i am today, at the top of the world, and having fulfiled everything i set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;i shall remain down and consumed in my own patheticness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third and final sign.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to leave for home when i decided that i shall walk around j8&lt;br /&gt;the place which had been my relaxation spot for the last 6 or so years&lt;br /&gt;as i probably wouldnt be able to see it anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;so i did.&lt;br /&gt;i walked in self reflection not really intending to meet anyone&lt;br /&gt;but on level 4 of j8&lt;br /&gt;i met aaron chee.&lt;br /&gt;moving down i went to level 3&lt;br /&gt;where i met gary, my ex softball mate.&lt;br /&gt;level 2&lt;br /&gt;i met chen xiao, my class monitor and mate.&lt;br /&gt;level 1&lt;br /&gt;i met some guy who looked amazingly like jared dass but wasnt him&lt;br /&gt;basement level&lt;br /&gt;i met collin tang.&lt;br /&gt;and on my way out i met chris and andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredible&lt;br /&gt;amazingly it reflected everything about my life.&lt;br /&gt;my current life revolving around debates&lt;br /&gt;i saw in aaron&lt;br /&gt;my past, my softball days, and everything else&lt;br /&gt;i saw in gary&lt;br /&gt;my current friends and people that will live thorough o's with me, the highs and most of the lows&lt;br /&gt;i saw in chenxiao&lt;br /&gt;my spititual life that is vastly lacking and failing&lt;br /&gt;i saw in a person who looked like jared but wasnt actualy him.&lt;br /&gt;my future, or the future of debates&lt;br /&gt;i saw in collin&lt;br /&gt;my past, everything i ever wanted and never wanted at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i saw in chris&lt;br /&gt;my friend who had been with me the longest&lt;br /&gt;i saw in andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hit you&lt;br /&gt;in the most interesting ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt one thing from goh yong han.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows how you feel, rightfully most people don't really care, the world doesnt care&lt;br /&gt;all they care about is seeing the results.&lt;br /&gt;only then will they know how good you are.&lt;br /&gt;before that, they will never know how much you go through, they will never know the pain and hardship, they will never know because they were not there to see you through the tasks that only you yourself could do.&lt;br /&gt;and because of this, you've just have one person to prove anything to&lt;br /&gt;and that's yourself&lt;br /&gt;because the world at large only cares about results&lt;br /&gt;save for the few friends who ride it out with you.&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise&lt;br /&gt;prove it to yourself first&lt;br /&gt;then you won't care what the world thinks&lt;br /&gt;cause you know you're a champion anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this i hope is your answer tze kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope i'd apply it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i walk alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114381402419574895?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/114381402419574895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=114381402419574895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/114381402419574895'/><link rel='self' 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again&lt;br /&gt;its been raining every single day since that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly the rain&lt;br /&gt;the gloomy skies&lt;br /&gt;the tempremental nature of nature&lt;br /&gt;the cold&lt;br /&gt;and the inumerable rain drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a amazingly representitive of how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloom has set on me&lt;br /&gt;yet i seem to resurrect some sense of happiness, while experiencing extreme sadness&lt;br /&gt;i feel cold inside,like i'm missing something&lt;br /&gt;and in the numerous rain like tear drops i'd never shed for this that i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that way&lt;br /&gt;my life's been a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been more stressed&lt;br /&gt;i've never came this close to insanity as i did during the course of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting&lt;br /&gt;the fate gods played they're trump&lt;br /&gt;and i was caught with a bad hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114321517719468004</id><published>2006-03-24T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:46:17.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reuqiem for a Dream</title><content type='html'>I Bryan Chan.&lt;br /&gt;The captain of the 2006 debate team, hereby state that such a position, and my career are officially over.&lt;br /&gt;It is the end.&lt;br /&gt;For as far as whatever the name captain goes, its over.&lt;br /&gt;My life as a debater has been a long one.&lt;br /&gt;Of many minor achievements&lt;br /&gt;but non significant enough to warrant pride.&lt;br /&gt;it started in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;the year i was first introduced to debates.&lt;br /&gt;not a cca, but a culture.&lt;br /&gt;in 2004, i made the descion to do away with 2 other promising ccas for the sake of this.&lt;br /&gt;That same year, i recieved my first captain appointment at youth 14s.&lt;br /&gt;it was a compeition that gave hope.&lt;br /&gt;It was the compeition that to date, holds my highest level of achievement in a debate competition.&lt;br /&gt;Finalist.&lt;br /&gt;That piece of silver coated aluminium is now the dearest thing i hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;the team&lt;br /&gt;then, me,andre and joel&lt;br /&gt;were the promise of a future.&lt;br /&gt;we made it that far on our first outing, and it shared hope.&lt;br /&gt;it did.&lt;br /&gt;i witnessed, my seniors, mark amoz and zheng yu.&lt;br /&gt;the team that i saw as un-beatable lose to anglican and R.I&lt;br /&gt;the latter being a deserving loss&lt;br /&gt;the former, a mystery that would never be explained.&lt;br /&gt;it was then that i was exposed to the cruel nature of debates.&lt;br /&gt;how a debate can swing so very easily, but yet be legitimate.&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, i felt and shared that sense of despair.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what was in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;That very same year, i participated in my first JGs tournament as a second team member.&lt;br /&gt;though i only spoke once, it was a great experince nontheless.&lt;br /&gt;the blows came at the end of sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;we had aquired ze yi&lt;br /&gt;who's raw talent would never be exploited as he turned his sights to band.&lt;br /&gt;which i cannot accuse him of, as it would have been a descion i would have made myself.&lt;br /&gt;then a even bigger blow.joel left to go to nj.&lt;br /&gt;and i was left with andre.&lt;br /&gt;it felt terrible.&lt;br /&gt;all and any dreams of lifting up any title were destroyed in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;till we found tze kai.&lt;br /&gt;who's amazing talent led him to do the job i did the next year.&lt;br /&gt;2005.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth kang, feng yao team.&lt;br /&gt;we looked promising.&lt;br /&gt;i earned my first team spot over a even more promising, in my opinion, shaun goh&lt;br /&gt;and that time i cherished that place.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we could go far.&lt;br /&gt;all the ego talks&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;instead, what i got was a grand total of 5 semi finals.&lt;br /&gt;5 semi-finals worth of regret, and depression.&lt;br /&gt;it must have been worse for them, but at that point it really felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;sure, its a feat many peolpe would die for.&lt;br /&gt;but for a team with so much potential, it really hurt to come so close to proving it, but never really being able to.&lt;br /&gt;along the way i picked up yet more consoling rankings and various comparitively meaningless reocrds.&lt;br /&gt;NUS, my first ranking ever, 6th place, a hell of a lot higher then i expected to be.&lt;br /&gt;British Council space debate, 8th best speaker and the youngest to get rank.&lt;br /&gt;all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;when it came down to it, whenever i wrote my dep applicaitons and looked at my achievements&lt;br /&gt;it was sorely lacking in a 1st place, or winning team&lt;br /&gt;and at that point i realised the cure to my ever problematic ego.&lt;br /&gt;the cure was simply that i had nothing left to be ego about.&lt;br /&gt;sure i recieved a few rankings.&lt;br /&gt;all meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;sure enough, in the next JGs&lt;br /&gt;we didn't even break into the quarter finals.&lt;br /&gt;a day that i'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;2005/2006&lt;br /&gt;i vowed to get something right.&lt;br /&gt;we messed up our first competition.&lt;br /&gt;ironically we lost to Nanyang&lt;br /&gt;the team a year later would put an end to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the barrage of compeitions came.&lt;br /&gt;and we blossomed very well.&lt;br /&gt;we achived the un-inmaginable when we went to win all 3 prelims rounds in NUS and JGs&lt;br /&gt;we came pretty damn close in VJs&lt;br /&gt;but all we walked away with was a semi final place, my 6th heartache, and best speakers.&lt;br /&gt;there i matched my serniors by attaining the best speaker of the series. which once again, is now meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;NUS our best shot at glory and we lose to MGS&lt;br /&gt;a defeat that could be attributed to me.&lt;br /&gt;and here today, at the end of the road, we lost to nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;the team that ended our first compeition as a batch, did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i feel?&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly the way i had hoped to end.&lt;br /&gt;i don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;i made it out of my last match with the best speech that i've made in my career.&lt;br /&gt;where it got me is here&lt;br /&gt;in front of my computer screen typing this out.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;the team captain of catholic high debates&lt;br /&gt;as very essentially failed in my quest.&lt;br /&gt;my quest to lead the team to something.&lt;br /&gt;and i failed.&lt;br /&gt;now, at the end of it all, i still cannot believe its all over.&lt;br /&gt;my secondary school debate career is over.&lt;br /&gt;i have no chance to win anything&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i thank everyone who's been there in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;for the support that you've given me throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;alex junyi shawn&lt;br /&gt;the grand seniors and coaches&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;the juniors&lt;br /&gt;who came to support despite having to be dissapointed in seeing their seniors fail so many times.&lt;br /&gt;you're presence was always widely appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;my friedns in school who wished my good luck&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;my friends outside of school&lt;br /&gt;clara,sherry,chris and the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;than you, you never had to listen to me rant, but you always did.&lt;br /&gt;to the debaters...&lt;br /&gt;valerie,alessa,rachel,suzy,jon,&lt;br /&gt;you'll are the best.&lt;br /&gt;though we were opponents many a time you'll still cared.&lt;br /&gt;thank you especially to val and al.&lt;br /&gt;you two&lt;br /&gt;though being the ones subject to defeat under us&lt;br /&gt;have come to be two of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for coming to support the cat high team&lt;br /&gt;at ilogical god forsaken places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherry thanks for all the good luck calls you always make.&lt;br /&gt;rachel thanks for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;joel, you idiot, coming down to support, as always despite your hate of debate.&lt;br /&gt;al, i've known you the longest, but you've really been a great friend and i will always be a punching bag for you if you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val, thanks for all yor support in everything&lt;br /&gt;not just debates.&lt;br /&gt;but for everything else in my life&lt;br /&gt;its been great fun knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;the unique person who whacked me up with a book less than 3 months after getting to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex,jun yi,shawn.&lt;br /&gt;great knowing you'll&lt;br /&gt;the uber wrong&lt;br /&gt;the uber intelligent lot.&lt;br /&gt;its a shame to leave at the same time with the cat high dream unfinished&lt;br /&gt;but shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the juniors:&lt;br /&gt;its been tough seeing seniors like this losing&lt;br /&gt;but i hope that as a batch you'll will find the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;to pay back what cat high deserves&lt;br /&gt;pay back and show that cat high debates deserve respect&lt;br /&gt;show the school&lt;br /&gt;show the circuit&lt;br /&gt;show yourselves&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason to be brought down by ego or selfishness anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you'll as a batch must live out the dream&lt;br /&gt;kevin and everyone else are always willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;you'll will do great.&lt;br /&gt;do what we couldn't&lt;br /&gt;fulfil the dream&lt;br /&gt;the dream we couldnt achieve.&lt;br /&gt;believe, in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it ends.&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else whom i've not mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too have given up all emotinal attachment with anyone&lt;br /&gt;as many of you have said&lt;br /&gt;i now believe i deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those of you who have endured to this part of the entry&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading, please leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is done.&lt;br /&gt;my last testament&lt;br /&gt;has been complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though unfulfiled i am.&lt;br /&gt;i dare say&lt;br /&gt;that in my final hour&lt;br /&gt;i went to my grave&lt;br /&gt;with my head held high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114321517719468004?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/114321517719468004/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114311259445369662</id><published>2006-03-23T03:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:16:34.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODLUST.</title><content type='html'>the day before quater finals.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be writing my resignation speech soon.&lt;br /&gt;i may be kicked out of JGs&lt;br /&gt;i may end my debating career&lt;br /&gt;i may have my dreams as a seondary school debater come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this could happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;bloodlust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114311259445369662?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114277166357856413</id><published>2006-03-19T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T04:34:23.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>安靜 | An Jing | Silence</title><content type='html'>i've finally found the song thats like carthasis to everything i've been feeling&lt;br /&gt;its also become my inspiration to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.such foolishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只剩下鋼琴陪我談了一天&lt;br /&gt;Zhi sheng xia gang qin pei wo tan le yi tian&lt;br /&gt;Only the piano accompanies me throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睡著的大提琴 S&lt;br /&gt;hui jiao de da ti qin&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安靜的舊舊的&lt;br /&gt;An Jing de jiu jiu de&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and so old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我想你已表現的非常明白&lt;br /&gt; Wo xiang ni yi biao xian de fei chang ming bai&lt;br /&gt;I think you've made yourself clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我懂我也知道&lt;br /&gt; Wo dong wo ye zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;I know and I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 你沒有捨不得&lt;br /&gt;Ni mei you she bu de&lt;br /&gt; You don't regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 你說你也會難過我不相信&lt;br /&gt;Ni shuo ni ye hui nan guo wo bu xiang xin&lt;br /&gt; You say you're upset too, that I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 牽著你陪著 我也只是曾經&lt;br /&gt;Qian zhe ni pei zhe wo ye zhi shi cheng jin&lt;br /&gt;You being with me was in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望他是真的比我還要愛你&lt;br /&gt;Xi wang ta shi zhen de bi wo hai yao ai ni&lt;br /&gt;I hope he loves you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我才會逼自己離開&lt;br /&gt;wo cai hui bi zi ji li kai&lt;br /&gt;Only then will I bring myself to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要我說多難堪&lt;br /&gt;Ni yao wo shuo duo nan kan&lt;br /&gt;You want me to say it, but it is awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我根本不想分開&lt;br /&gt;Wo gen ben bu xiang fen kai&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 為什麼還要我用微笑來帶過&lt;br /&gt;Wei she me hai yao wo yong wei xiao lai dai guo&lt;br /&gt; Why must I depend on a smile to tide me through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我沒有這種天份&lt;br /&gt;Wo mei you zhe zhong tian fen&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 包容你也接受他&lt;br /&gt;bao rong ni ye jie shou ta&lt;br /&gt;To accept both you and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用擔心的太多&lt;br /&gt;Bu yong dan xin de tai duo&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我會一直好好過&lt;br /&gt;Wo hui yi zhi hao hao guo&lt;br /&gt; I'll still be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你已經遠遠離開&lt;br /&gt; Ni yi jin yuan yuan li kai&lt;br /&gt; You've already gone far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我也會慢慢走開&lt;br /&gt;Wo ye hui man man zou kai&lt;br /&gt;And I will slowly walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼我連分開都遷就著你&lt;br /&gt;Wei she me wo lian fen kai dou qian jiu zhe ni&lt;br /&gt; Why is it that I have to accommodate you even when [we] break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的沒有天份&lt;br /&gt;Wo zhen de mei you tian fen&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have the ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 安靜的沒這麼快&lt;br /&gt; An jing de mei zhe me kuai&lt;br /&gt;Staying silent doesn't come so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我會學著放棄你&lt;br /&gt; Wo hui xue zhe fang qi ni&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to give you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 是因為我太愛你&lt;br /&gt;Shi ying wei wo tai ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114277166357856413?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/114277166357856413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=114277166357856413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;had been the bane of all relationships&lt;br /&gt;i had always hated it.&lt;br /&gt;so why did i get myself into one.&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now proven to be, a hypocrite. as well as in my hypocrascy, being completely correct.&lt;br /&gt;relationships&lt;br /&gt;at this age&lt;br /&gt;do not work.&lt;br /&gt;this is to all you out there.&lt;br /&gt;you're just gonna get burned.&lt;br /&gt;-this excluded those who're players or well essentialy are in a succesful reltionship already.&lt;br /&gt;it never works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm broken.&lt;br /&gt;tired,sad,and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her for being so fickle.&lt;br /&gt;i hate him, for while being my classmate, for being a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;but above all.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;for knowing, everything, knowing that it would never turn out right&lt;br /&gt;and still going after a dream that would never last.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i really regret ever getting to know her.&lt;br /&gt;discrediting everything i ever stood for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here i stand.&lt;br /&gt;branded&lt;br /&gt;balless,a hypocrite.and above all&lt;br /&gt;a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114268783267906825?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/114268783267906825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=114268783267906825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/114268783267906825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of our more horrid performances but managed to scrape out a 2-1 win&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i finally attained my best speaker.&lt;br /&gt;emotionally i feel fulfiled.&lt;br /&gt;plus while i got a talk down from my dad who told me my marks were horrid.&lt;br /&gt;i could finally for once feel at ease in the knowledge that i was one step ahead of him in starting my studies.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's just one last matter of vengance to take care of&lt;br /&gt;which i may eventually feel could just be neglected forever.&lt;br /&gt;as it self destructs in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to val, al my life long pals&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'll the best really for monday.&lt;br /&gt;and you can come whack me up more than you already have.&lt;br /&gt;michelle you were a great guide (:&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt have gotten home without ya!&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is debates is just a cca&lt;br /&gt;and i live for the o levles and what comes after.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going into hibernation this week.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be in my hole mugging...&lt;br /&gt;gotta do well for prelim ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life i hear myself beaking into the quarts&lt;br /&gt;not only that.we broke first.&lt;br /&gt;probably only the second (or first) time that this has been done&lt;br /&gt;it feels great&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i dont feel like screaming or whatever&lt;br /&gt;for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;whether or not i get a 8th semi finals.&lt;br /&gt;i taste and feel the sense of achievement&lt;br /&gt;not the kind where i could lift my head up and scream for the world to hear.&lt;br /&gt;but the kind that when i look back.&lt;br /&gt;i just sigh and feel glad to the knowledge that i can say.&lt;br /&gt;been there. dont that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114200654437932805?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' 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we crash out like that&lt;br /&gt;attaining my 6th semi final&lt;br /&gt;i dont know which is worse&lt;br /&gt;i guess the lines pretty hard to draw.&lt;br /&gt;both must suck&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of getting so close to a victory and never get it.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of having the abillity but not having the chance to even fulfil it.&lt;br /&gt;its a hard world&lt;br /&gt;a cruel one.&lt;br /&gt;i in my last days of service to the school have one last competition to bank on.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna do my best&lt;br /&gt;i've already set a goal apart from secondary school&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'm more or less emotionally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my emotional stature is getting a nice ripping apart too.&lt;br /&gt;imo i made a mistake at the start of this year.&lt;br /&gt;and it turned my life into a minicatastrophe&lt;br /&gt;while in this catastrophe i must admit i had some of the best times in my life&lt;br /&gt;its come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;now i long for it.&lt;br /&gt;sad isnt it&lt;br /&gt;the phrase "absence makes the heart grow fonder" surely is for fools&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a big one.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to get rid of this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;they should have a manual for getting rid of feelings you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;i'm goal set.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i've got to do.&lt;br /&gt;but it burns to do it.&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to the people who've put up with me during this period.&lt;br /&gt;rachel,sherry andre. whoeverelse&lt;br /&gt;and of course val. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that person out there.&lt;br /&gt;who interestingly is somewhere in the lands of ubin&lt;br /&gt;cheers to you.it was great.but i really need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all those who still look at this forsaken little page of ranting&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how much u can gather from this post&lt;br /&gt;but if you know me well enough it'd make alot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i go for yet another round of 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Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-114008349544577125</id><published>2006-02-16T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:51:35.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet</title><content type='html'>yes.&lt;br /&gt;fine i shall update.&lt;br /&gt;many things have happened since the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a free man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a trouble person.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a excited person.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a depressed person.&lt;br /&gt;and the combination of all these feelings feels horrible&lt;br /&gt;the result of which has left me feeling like i'm detached from myself&lt;br /&gt;a flicker of a something else&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JGs round one has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;the second round,blissfully taking place in ang mo kio this time&lt;br /&gt;i must say it was the best performance by a cat high team in a extremly long time.&lt;br /&gt;we finally worked,though unconciously as a team.&lt;br /&gt;and i've never seen andre kua give such a good speech in all my 4 years as a debater with him.&lt;br /&gt;but its over now.&lt;br /&gt;and we have NUS and the second round of JGs to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i will get my umpteinth semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my single motivation will be my O's and nothings gonna stop me.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog something similar to val's pre-JGs entry.&lt;br /&gt;but i've decided to let it wait till the time when JGs is officially over for me.&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note to val. dont give up! its only the first damn round&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other things&lt;br /&gt;my common tests are over.&lt;br /&gt;tests that i hadnt actually planned on studying hard for&lt;br /&gt;but everntually lead to me studying harder than i have for the last 2 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;it also lead me to finding a new conducive enviroment,school, and a motivation to score.&lt;br /&gt;ha. sounds so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;all relationships stronger than just a friend have been dropped.&lt;br /&gt;i do still feel a sense of betrayal and hatred&lt;br /&gt;but its for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;burnt again.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this. and this time i really am going to keep my vows.&lt;br /&gt;i finally as well understood why Burn from usher had so much effect on joel as well&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the power of broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weird title.&lt;br /&gt;it indeed has no relation to my entry&lt;br /&gt;but its whats playing now.&lt;br /&gt;OST ayashi no ceres.&lt;br /&gt;go find it.&lt;br /&gt;its a good remedy for the broken hearted.and the wishfull thinkers. i.e me myself and i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-114008349544577125?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/114008349544577125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=114008349544577125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/114008349544577125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/114008349544577125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2006/02/scarlet.html' title='Scarlet'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-113821307579652174</id><published>2006-01-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:17:55.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what your mind could be thinking at 2 in the morning</title><content type='html'>i have 2 tests within the next 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;i'm emtionally prepared to fail both&lt;br /&gt;i am however sufficently prepared to salvage a ok grade on both of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what has gotten in to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm living life very randomly&lt;br /&gt;i study ocasionally&lt;br /&gt;never productive.&lt;br /&gt;and i have not been doing anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my form for debates is going down&lt;br /&gt;i havent had a proper training session in about 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;and my ego has gotten to me&lt;br /&gt;my first com. is next saturday&lt;br /&gt;its chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;which effectively cuts our prep time to a grand total of 3 days&lt;br /&gt;to prepare 3 motions&lt;br /&gt;2 if you exclude the finals which is highly unlikely that we'd break through anyways.&lt;br /&gt;judging from my amount of luck in the last 5 competitions&lt;br /&gt;well..lets just say i'm going to give this my all.&lt;br /&gt;add in the fact that my common test week starts a day before SRJCs&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i'm preeeetty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there&lt;br /&gt;the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;the shadow in the background of the morgue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then comes the emotional rollercoaster rides that i've been having since new years day 06&lt;br /&gt;traumatising year it has been.&lt;br /&gt;so far.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;one bit.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the trends of studing that has been attached to it&lt;br /&gt;i hate it all&lt;br /&gt;i live for the end of the o levels&lt;br /&gt;till then i'm about to drift though conciouss involuntary studying&lt;br /&gt;drift through solitude and companionship&lt;br /&gt;drift through out right discrimination&lt;br /&gt;drift through whatever ups and downs that may come in my relationship and in debates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impressively if i'm not in a surreal jaded state come june&lt;br /&gt;i have survived.&lt;br /&gt;i'm half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;greetings to whoever constantly visits here for updates&lt;br /&gt;please leave a message =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed dented in on itself&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;so i head now for the floor. with a pillow and some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yes jing i have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;let me not regret this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-113474040785157018</id><published>2005-12-16T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:40:07.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and christmas is a time of reflection.</title><content type='html'>and its the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;is boring.&lt;br /&gt;really...&lt;br /&gt;it seems we go through the same thing every year.&lt;br /&gt;the annual start of the year high.&lt;br /&gt;the mid year lows&lt;br /&gt;and the end of year regrets and reflections.&lt;br /&gt;you'd think people would get wiser and just live life without periodically stoping and reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;but yet humans are suckers for emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and the need for carthasis to free these emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and therefore this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;this blog has gone through quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;its served as a page of reflection&lt;br /&gt;a place to rant.&lt;br /&gt;a place to release emotion&lt;br /&gt;a place to perhaps help myself realise that perhaps people out there do give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i say blogging is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and i stick to it&lt;br /&gt;yet this blog has not closed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long year.&lt;br /&gt;very long.&lt;br /&gt;too long&lt;br /&gt;yet ironically, way too short.&lt;br /&gt;there's always so much to regret.&lt;br /&gt;i regret wasting my first term away.&lt;br /&gt;i regret wasting whatever time i has to study away.&lt;br /&gt;i regret wasting time on useless things like dota&lt;br /&gt;i regret wasting time not reseraching and reading up for my debates.&lt;br /&gt;i regret.&lt;br /&gt;there's always so much to regret.&lt;br /&gt;as i sit here neglecting work that i should be doing&lt;br /&gt;neglecting people i should be talking to.&lt;br /&gt;i think that perhaps&lt;br /&gt;the hoookie pokie was really what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, the finer things in life shoud be enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;yet the world calls.&lt;br /&gt;its good enough to tell myself i'm young.&lt;br /&gt;i've lots of time&lt;br /&gt;i can squander it away on my ccas and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say it hasn't reaped results.&lt;br /&gt;honestly 5 semi finals isn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;2 previous rankings in the top 10&lt;br /&gt;and 1 best speaker of the series isn't too bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;yet it came at a price.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to do my cca&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;yet reality struck&lt;br /&gt;i'm horribly under performing for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;horrendously.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care how i get into JC&lt;br /&gt;i want a decent score.&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to enjoy the remaining 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;before my new year starts.&lt;br /&gt;a year i will not enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;O'levels loom.&lt;br /&gt;and while loads of people will say its nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;i say thats bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;whether is simply ego over how 'i' have gone through it, or simply consolation from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;its something to be concerned.&lt;br /&gt;i've made alot of sacrifices for this.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion that is.&lt;br /&gt;i rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;i've attempted to make sacrifices for this as many of you may know, but in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;its long ride.&lt;br /&gt;one that i will be glad to take.&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy especially once its over.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;reality.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself less and less motivated to do anything now a days.&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline has little effect on me&lt;br /&gt;short of giving me mild asthma.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a new year again.&lt;br /&gt;one thing to worry about before that though.&lt;br /&gt;christmas.&lt;br /&gt;and for less affluent people like me who have like a budget 20 times less then my teamate&lt;br /&gt;its a rough period.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-113474040785157018?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/113474040785157018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=113474040785157018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/113474040785157018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/113474040785157018'/><link 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time&lt;br /&gt;i will be writting a story about how i've failed in life.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want it to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;we've worked so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;we've won&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;in the most spectacular, disgraceful and contraversial ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had 4 semi finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not need a 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt its anything anyone can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because this is an extremly bad expereince&lt;br /&gt;just that everyone would have had a similar probably worser experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet a 5th semi finalist place is just irritating.&lt;br /&gt;its so monotone.&lt;br /&gt;its so un cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;saturday 3rd december.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-113129052556611272</id><published>2005-11-06T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:22:05.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post No. 35</title><content type='html'>its incredible.&lt;br /&gt;how it hits u that at there really is an end to something that seems never ending.&lt;br /&gt;as of nov. 12th my approximately 9 year faith growing journey will end. giving way to perhaps a new one.&lt;br /&gt;before that.&lt;br /&gt;its incredible how many things i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;especially the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly&lt;br /&gt;despite my low profile&lt;br /&gt;i have made some great friends down at svdp.&lt;br /&gt;friends which i will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;regardless on how close i was to them.&lt;br /&gt;always remember&lt;br /&gt;the stupid crazy and retardedly hilarious things we've done.&lt;br /&gt;always remember he 7 min walk down to church.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and as george says, when you think about it&lt;br /&gt;such a progressive step is very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never cared much for these letter boxes.&lt;br /&gt;apart from that it boosts ones ego slightly to see who knows you.&lt;br /&gt;only till now.&lt;br /&gt;having recieving letters from friends made so long ago&lt;br /&gt;receive letters from teachers whom have grown and nutured your soul&lt;br /&gt;it really does put some thought into what had happened the last 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;but especially since the start of teenagehood.&lt;br /&gt;cat class, church, has been the only thing that has been constantly with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the hilarious julius, to the slightly monotone yet whacky aunty michelle and uncle eugene&lt;br /&gt;to the ever caring aunty cecilia and aunty phyllis&lt;br /&gt;they've all done a great job and my heartfelt grattitude will always go out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are the friends.&lt;br /&gt;people i've hated becoming some of my better peers&lt;br /&gt;people i've known since primary school, becoming even closer friends&lt;br /&gt;people whom i've never known becoming some of the better friends i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;these special people as of 12th november for the most of them will become part of my history.&lt;br /&gt;the guys the girls and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the events.&lt;br /&gt;those camps&lt;br /&gt;where all was forgotten in crazy unisex contact rubgy.&lt;br /&gt;to those deep spiritual sessions that all had us deep in thought and spiralling in our own worlds.&lt;br /&gt;as well as all the trouble that we all ever got into&lt;br /&gt;the countless skits&lt;br /&gt;the endless laughter.&lt;br /&gt;and of course the numerous, scandoulous attractions that occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time all this will become a memory.&lt;br /&gt;a memory that may be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;but for the most part enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep this memory in a safe place i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank all who've written to me&lt;br /&gt;and those who didn't&lt;br /&gt;and my apologiese for those whom i've left out&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember each and eveyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;such impressions always last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those this blog will greatly do injustice to such a post&lt;br /&gt;since extremly little people come here.&lt;br /&gt;i do wish anyone to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because mesages if you think about it&lt;br /&gt;are often some of the most influential things&lt;br /&gt;in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-113129052556611272?l=theabstruseindividual.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-9791789.post-112548581235376044</id><published>2005-08-31T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T03:56:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reanimation</title><content type='html'>Its really nice to have back all the debaters, at most of the ones i grew up with back together again&lt;br /&gt;to debate against them, and have them compliment you, and to hear arguments of a level far from yours.&lt;br /&gt;Its really a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;its also a great time to bond.&lt;br /&gt;its been some time since the gong jiao people have been at a fast food outlet just talking, though most of the talk is dominated by gaming tactics =D&lt;br /&gt;its nice to see the seniors again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembering the times when they 2 years older than me, would flood an 8 min speech at me, and i was supposed to come up with an equvilant 6 mins speeech.&lt;br /&gt;its extremly challenging, and beneficial&lt;br /&gt;and as i grow older i guess, being forced to do such near impossible acts are really beneficial now.&lt;br /&gt;its my duty now i guess to put all of that in place.&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt really hit me fully that for the first time i have no one to rely on and to be fed but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though i will always regret leaving softball&lt;br /&gt;the only way to justify that action, to myself and to my ex-teammates, is to win something&lt;br /&gt;and let that be my inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112548581235376044?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/112548581235376044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=112548581235376044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112548581235376044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112548581235376044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/08/reanimation.html' title='Reanimation'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-112329923863374517</id><published>2005-08-05T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:33:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-thinking</title><content type='html'>the problem with this blog is that its all about me whining about defeats and being sorely depressed over it&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;1) that;s the way my blog was going to be from the very begining&lt;br /&gt;2) i just can't stop losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to whine about what happened last night&lt;br /&gt;the realisation is that sometime you get really fresh judges&lt;br /&gt;and if you can't convince the most low level or juvenille of the lot&lt;br /&gt;then very basically you have yet to grasp the simplest of debating concepts&lt;br /&gt;there's no point wasting torments of logic on them&lt;br /&gt;if you can't sound nice doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it set me thinking though&lt;br /&gt;i've lived through 2 senior batches of debaters.&lt;br /&gt;and i've spoken with the last senior batch as a member of their team&lt;br /&gt;of which we've seriously done a great number of things&lt;br /&gt;though we've never touched gold&lt;br /&gt;yet now, it seems that we're spiralling no where&lt;br /&gt;and then i considered the desicion i made almost 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;to drop drama and softball&lt;br /&gt;both of which i could have gone a great distance&lt;br /&gt;how i turned my back on a softball team that had grown together&lt;br /&gt;and had been promised to grow even more&lt;br /&gt;and how i turned my back on a drama group that now is greatly lacking in members on the senior batch&lt;br /&gt;how i turned away all of that to go for debates&lt;br /&gt;and i told myself&lt;br /&gt;it would have been the same for all the other two&lt;br /&gt;that if i dropped deabates i would have exelled equally, and that debates was the one i chose.&lt;br /&gt;the irony of it all&lt;br /&gt;is that ever since i've placed my time in debates i have yet to achieve anything big.&lt;br /&gt;while softball had went on to claim the naionals c div championship. i could have been there&lt;br /&gt;while drama had went on to claim a gold in SYF, the first in cat high drama history. once a gain, i could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;and right now&lt;br /&gt;for one thing&lt;br /&gt;it is plausible to accept that perhaps we didnt train hard enough&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we've been just too cocky (something i strongly believe)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we've been aiming so high we fall so low.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;its easy to say that when you give it all and you lose that you have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;but when do you know you gave your all.&lt;br /&gt;i've been giving my all in most of the matches we've lost.&lt;br /&gt;there's gotta be something wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just not good enough&lt;br /&gt;maybe this cockyness has clouded my abillities&lt;br /&gt;i reserve comments for the rest of the team&lt;br /&gt;not here not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just really saddening.&lt;br /&gt;many other friends and debaters have exelled  so much and so far&lt;br /&gt;and here i am sulking in the bottom of it all.&lt;br /&gt;i've never let any of this get to me.&lt;br /&gt;though i feel like that string of irritance holding me togethre is growing to taut.&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like its going to snap pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;or rather&lt;br /&gt;i just feel really sick and tired of not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of going home to my parents and telling them that i've gotten no where&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to lay down my debate ambitions for awhile&lt;br /&gt;maybe a for like half a year or something&lt;br /&gt;if i'm going no where i guess i better make good time of it doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;step by step&lt;br /&gt;we all fall down&lt;br /&gt;like toy soldiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-112315716960970457</id><published>2005-08-04T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T05:06:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdation</title><content type='html'>its incredile&lt;br /&gt;how much of a nerd i'm becoming&lt;br /&gt;i've mugged like more then 20hours this week&lt;br /&gt;more then i'd ever study in a month before&lt;br /&gt;like i trugged 4 chemistry books to school today&lt;br /&gt;and back&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed with myself&lt;br /&gt;warcraft is gone&lt;br /&gt;every single game on my com is gone -=and i've had no intention of re-installing any of them&lt;br /&gt;considering eoys are coming&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;fuk&lt;br /&gt;horrid test week&lt;br /&gt;i didnt finish the h1pjgoij e math paper&lt;br /&gt;=i'm gonna fail again&lt;br /&gt;lest to say to rest of the subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start training up my basketball&lt;br /&gt;i suck dirt now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatigue takes over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112315716960970457?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/112315716960970457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=112315716960970457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112315716960970457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112315716960970457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/08/nerdation.html' title='Nerdation'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-112213193087303083</id><published>2005-07-23T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:18:50.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fate of not going anywhere</title><content type='html'>i dont know what to feel&lt;br /&gt;i've extremly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent words fail me.&lt;br /&gt;its like im fuking cursed or something la&lt;br /&gt;i've had 4 semi finals&lt;br /&gt;and like what 4 prelims without breaking&lt;br /&gt;and one finalist position?&lt;br /&gt;whats up?!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'd like to think its not my fault&lt;br /&gt;but it very much is&lt;br /&gt;bleh&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk about championships&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk about victories&lt;br /&gt;i talk about bloody survival.&lt;br /&gt;this time around it was pretty much my fault.&lt;br /&gt;with this marking the first competition&lt;br /&gt;i've had to sort of lead the team.&lt;br /&gt;and i was instrumental on the first loss of the day&lt;br /&gt;a loss that if did not happen would mean we'd be back at hc on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;what a wrong call&lt;br /&gt;i should have so known better.&lt;br /&gt;the second loss&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, honestly i think we'd honestly deserved to win&lt;br /&gt;but so did the oppostion, and they did a better hob =i still dont know about the descion i made regarding the last debate&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope it was for the better&lt;br /&gt;might not have thouhg considering we lost.&lt;br /&gt;i've a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;is not an excuse i will have for very long more =im bloddy cursed la&lt;br /&gt;what wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112213193087303083?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/112213193087303083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=112213193087303083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112213193087303083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112213193087303083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/07/fate-of-not-going-anywhere.html' title='the fate of not going anywhere'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-112170149070524027</id><published>2005-07-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T08:47:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be a duo post&lt;br /&gt;cause there really is 2 sides to this day =\ -points down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got LOTS of plans&lt;br /&gt;LOTs of ambition&lt;br /&gt;and sadly&lt;br /&gt;all of them may just come crashing down this saturday&lt;br /&gt;fuk&lt;br /&gt;i'm the senior now&lt;br /&gt;lesser excuse to screw up now&lt;br /&gt;not that there ever was&lt;br /&gt;its times like these where i wish i was still back in softball doing a sport&lt;br /&gt;the sad reallity&lt;br /&gt;is that debates is so subjective that you can never tell when you've won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the days&lt;br /&gt;i miss the time when i was scolded for evey mistake i made on the field&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times when as a team we recieved pep talks&lt;br /&gt;coming away stronger and mroe motivated then ever.&lt;br /&gt;this saturday&lt;br /&gt;i really have to hit for the fence&lt;br /&gt;and past it&lt;br /&gt;there are no more excuses&lt;br /&gt;there are only reasons&lt;br /&gt;reasons for sucess&lt;br /&gt;reasons for failure&lt;br /&gt;i will know these reasons at the end of this saturday&lt;br /&gt;something tells me i will be doing alot of reflection =&lt;br /&gt;one shot&lt;br /&gt;one oppourtunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saddness&lt;br /&gt;i've started my debating career relatively young.&lt;br /&gt;one of the youngest -i refer to cat high now- person to debate in the first team at sec 2&lt;br /&gt;its been a long long way&lt;br /&gt;of dissapointments&lt;br /&gt;with much to learn from.,&lt;br /&gt;start of my career at sec 2 not breaking, but contibutory to the best second team perofmance from cat high =then, a finalist place, losing to ac (seriously brilliant people) and retaining only a silver chunk of plastic, at youth 14s&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;HCs last year&lt;br /&gt;wining 2 and denied a place to go thru - only shows the reason why you go all out for 3&lt;br /&gt;then me kang and ffys infamous 4 streak&lt;br /&gt;in order of occurance&lt;br /&gt;Charitas, VJC invites, NUS Challenge shield, BC/DA space debates.&lt;br /&gt;where we got knocked out at the semis for each and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;will be the start of my second and last round of debate competitions.&lt;br /&gt;i have to somehow find a way to psyche myself up.&lt;br /&gt;to focus on my goal.&lt;br /&gt;sounds so spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its othing personal. Its just buisness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112170149070524027?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/112170149070524027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=112170149070524027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112170149070524027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112170149070524027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-112170077212651082</id><published>2005-07-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T08:32:52.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up my life</title><content type='html'>this is gonna be a duo post&lt;br /&gt;cause there really is 2 sides to this day =\ -points up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is messed up&lt;br /&gt;screwed up&lt;br /&gt;i come home everyday&lt;br /&gt;to feel frustrated&lt;br /&gt;angered and sad.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its due to a lack of a true form of carthasis to my angst&lt;br /&gt;its tearing me up inside&lt;br /&gt;illness isn't helping me either&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whats wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want from this sorry life&lt;br /&gt;its two weeks to my common tests&lt;br /&gt;tests are need to score in&lt;br /&gt;and i've done nill to improve myself&lt;br /&gt;or catch up rather&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm too caught up in preparation for hcs&lt;br /&gt;an excuse at best&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hopping it won't be after this&lt;br /&gt;fuk&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is when you see friends around you&lt;br /&gt;are enjoying the luxaries you want to enjoy because first of all their rich enough&lt;br /&gt;secondly they don't really care much on their shit studies or they think they're fine&lt;br /&gt;thirdly cause they have a knack for multi tasking prioritizing and thus reucing the time they need to mug =how i envy these people.&lt;br /&gt;then there is the way i speak to people&lt;br /&gt;its like some identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;in addition&lt;br /&gt;some time i don't know when i've said too much, when it gets offensive and when to stop.&lt;br /&gt;for that i really apologize to anyone who has suffered from this.&lt;br /&gt;its weird&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt in the right skin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a weird person.&lt;br /&gt;its like i haven't got a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;my parents think i dont -haha&lt;br /&gt;lots of my general friends don't think i do&lt;br /&gt;my closer friends never know really wants going on inside&lt;br /&gt;no fault of theirs&lt;br /&gt;i'm never open enough to tell them&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really stagnant in my deeper social life&lt;br /&gt;thankfully that for now is not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112170077212651082?l=theabstruseindividual.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-9791789.post-112153086124104744</id><published>2005-07-16T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T09:21:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on fire</title><content type='html'>it is time&lt;br /&gt;our first outing&lt;br /&gt;onto the fields of battle.&lt;br /&gt;we will go to our graves.&lt;br /&gt;but with our heads held high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112153086124104744?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/112153086124104744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=112153086124104744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112153086124104744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112153086124104744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-on-fire.html' title='Get on fire'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-112041116351270229</id><published>2005-07-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:19:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Apology</title><content type='html'>more to the seniors of cat high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for the previous posted entry&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for putting it there&lt;br /&gt;and not the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not take any part of it into account&lt;br /&gt;its just me being an idiot&lt;br /&gt;an expressing myself&lt;br /&gt;selfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;at least nothing that will pang at how i really feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've known better =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-112041116351270229?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/112041116351270229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=112041116351270229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112041116351270229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/112041116351270229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/07/public-apology.html' title='Public Apology'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111910489142246662</id><published>2005-06-18T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T07:29:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping inwards&lt;br /&gt;you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what day is it&lt;br /&gt;and in what month&lt;br /&gt;this clock never seemed so alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111910489142246662?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111910489142246662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111910489142246662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111910489142246662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111910489142246662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/lifehouse.html' title='Lifehouse.'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111886037448622794</id><published>2005-06-16T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:32:54.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a computer game says: Game Over. You Loose</title><content type='html'>i suck&lt;br /&gt;i've waited 2 whole years&lt;br /&gt;to think of making a move&lt;br /&gt;how could i have not realised that perhaps 2 years is too long a time&lt;br /&gt;that too long a time is an understatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Constantly girl you're on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And girl i think about you all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even though words are hard to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl i miss you, never thought i'd feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years&lt;br /&gt;indesicion&lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;dillusion&lt;br /&gt;my reasons for waiting this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You know that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Every time i see your face i miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know you're driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to help you to see, i don't think you understand what you're doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then i want to call you baby.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's you.&lt;br /&gt;I say a prayer that you'll come back to me lady.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't anything alone can't you see you're an angel in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you're closer to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;to a good friend&lt;br /&gt;its not his fault&lt;br /&gt;its mine&lt;br /&gt;its all a game&lt;br /&gt;he gets the girl&lt;br /&gt;he wins&lt;br /&gt;at least in this case&lt;br /&gt;you can't expect much if u wait 2 years can you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nobody's there when i call your name,&lt;br /&gt;And nights are cold girl without your flame.&lt;br /&gt;But if i could girl i'd make you see.&lt;br /&gt;That i'm sorry, and that i need you here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i wish for?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;its unreasonable to ask you to reconsider&lt;br /&gt;so long down the road&lt;br /&gt;what i wish for now i guess&lt;br /&gt;is to break away&lt;br /&gt;break free&lt;br /&gt;from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Every day reminisce with the past&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that we thought would last.&lt;br /&gt;How we used to be when it was you and me.&lt;br /&gt;How did it all disappear so fast.&lt;br /&gt;There are days that i can't forget&lt;br /&gt;There are things that i now regret.&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you when you were there for me, and i was thinkin' we were set.&lt;br /&gt;Every night when i'm laying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice going round in my head, think of all the things i could have done and all those things i could have said.&lt;br /&gt;I really will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I know now what i've got to do,&lt;br /&gt;It took time but now i've realised how much i'm missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew it was you&lt;br /&gt;never knew it was you that was that gap&lt;br /&gt;as i looked for things so superficial&lt;br /&gt;what i was searching for left 2 years back&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;its all over&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be writing this&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i owe myself one&lt;br /&gt;or i'd struggle with it for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it took time but now i realise how much i'm missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111886037448622794?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111886037448622794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111886037448622794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111886037448622794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111886037448622794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-computer-game-says-game-over-you.html' title='Like a computer game says: Game Over. You Loose'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111824592758266277</id><published>2005-06-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:59:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch to no where</title><content type='html'>warning&lt;br /&gt;to all those&lt;br /&gt;who like to go to a movie&lt;br /&gt;and spend $7 just to laugh at nonsensical no logic humor&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;if you like to spend $7 on a movie&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;u have to remove ALL the nonsensical no logic humor&lt;br /&gt;and understand the DEEPER meaning to a show&lt;br /&gt;of which is SO abstract, and so non existant to the point that you're creating your own meaning&lt;br /&gt;a meaning that you feel the show IS about but not the actual meaning of the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go watch hitchhikers guide to the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the characters are cute&lt;br /&gt;the shows funny&lt;br /&gt;but other than that&lt;br /&gt;there is no meaning behind it!&lt;br /&gt;i left the cinema feeling EXTREMLY brain drained by the shows incredible stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i was so deperate to watch a show =i should have bloody hell went to watch madagascar!&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells&lt;br /&gt;a laugh is a laugh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you couldnt get this colour even if u had a personal genie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111824592758266277?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111824592758266277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111824592758266277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111824592758266277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111824592758266277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/hitch-to-no-where.html' title='Hitch to no where'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111816388387269138</id><published>2005-06-07T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:28:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see if you still got that look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;That one you had for me&lt;br /&gt;Before, we, said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And it's a shame that we&lt;br /&gt;Gotta spend our time bein mad about the same things&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over again) about the same thing&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;Ho.. but I think, she's leavin&lt;br /&gt;Aw, man, she's leavin&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't know what else to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on not lovin you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep picturin you with him&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad... yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it, I can't shake it no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I remember the day you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I remember the last breath you took right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;When you said that you would leave&lt;br /&gt;I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything&lt;br /&gt;But I see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;And this choice I made keeps playin in my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over again) play in my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;Ho.. but I think, she's leavin&lt;br /&gt;Aw, man, she's leavin&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't know what else to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Can't go on not lovin you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111816388387269138?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111816388387269138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111816388387269138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111816388387269138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111816388387269138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-wait-to-see-you-wanna-see-if.html' title=''/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111791360347835986</id><published>2005-06-04T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:33:23.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>i just spent&lt;br /&gt;14 mins doing a retardedly horrible quiz&lt;br /&gt;was going to post it&lt;br /&gt;but decided to spare everyone the horror of reading the english on it&lt;br /&gt;don't know how ppl could have done it in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwing up my debate life&lt;br /&gt;which is bad&lt;br /&gt;if i hope to achieve anything this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short sweet simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry just in a hurry to chalk in as much sleep b4 i wake up at 7 tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is 331&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios ppl&lt;br /&gt;tag!&lt;br /&gt;i'll trt to update more often&lt;br /&gt;though its against my values =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't handle the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111791360347835986?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111791360347835986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111791360347835986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111791360347835986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111791360347835986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111763493765969145</id><published>2005-06-01T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:08:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.Y.I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Got this off alessa's blog.&lt;br /&gt;thought it'd be interesting to do a survey again.&lt;br /&gt;[ .01. ] first name: bryan&lt;br /&gt;[ .02. ] middle name: don't know&lt;br /&gt;[ .03. ] last name: chan&lt;br /&gt;[ .04. ] nickname: vandal? or none at all&lt;br /&gt;[ .05. ] gender: male&lt;br /&gt;[ .06. ] age : 15&lt;br /&gt;[ .07. ] birthday : 2oth august&lt;br /&gt;[ .08. ] height: no idea. arpund 165-167?&lt;br /&gt;[ .09. ] hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;[ .10. ] eye color: brown&lt;br /&gt;[ .11. ] race: chinese&lt;br /&gt;[ .12. ] do you wear glasses or contacts: perfect eyesight =D&lt;br /&gt;[ .13. ] do you have braces: no&lt;br /&gt;[ .14. ] is your hair long or short: slightly long for a guy&lt;br /&gt;[ .15. ] where were you born: singapore&lt;br /&gt;[ .16. ] current location: home. room.&lt;br /&gt;[ .17. ] zodiac sign: leo&lt;br /&gt;[ .18. ] how many languages do know: 2 with a number of dialects.&lt;br /&gt;[ .19. ] nationality: singaporean&lt;br /&gt;[ .20. ] bad habits: dozing off. inabillity to not always break rules&lt;br /&gt;[ .21. ] piercings you have: 0.&lt;br /&gt;[ .22. ] piercings you want: ear.&lt;br /&gt;[ .23. ] tattoos you have: none&lt;br /&gt;[ .24. ] tattoos you want: zilt&lt;br /&gt;[ .25. ] today's date: 1st june&lt;br /&gt;[ .26. ] the time: 21:56&lt;br /&gt;[ .27. ] ready for a more questions?: fine?&lt;br /&gt;[ .43. ] are you still in school: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[ .44. ] did you drop out: never&lt;br /&gt;[ .45. ] current GPA, or last GPA: don't know&lt;br /&gt;[ .46. ] favorite grade: Pri 5 and 6&lt;br /&gt;[ .47. ] least favorite grade: Pri 4 begining to hate sec 3&lt;br /&gt;[ .48. ] favorite teacher: a number&lt;br /&gt;[ .49. ] least favorite teacher: mostly chinese teachers&lt;br /&gt;[ .50. ] favorite subjects: sciences. history.&lt;br /&gt;[ .51. ] least favorite subject: don't have oneee.&lt;br /&gt;[ .52. ] do you buy lunch or bring it: buy&lt;br /&gt;[ .53. ] play any sports on the school's team: used to play softball. did drama for school. now debating&lt;br /&gt;[ .54. ] do you do any extracurricular activities(CCA): debate.&lt;br /&gt;[ .55. ] are you popular: no. normal.&lt;br /&gt;[ .56. ] favorite dance: R&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;[ .57. ] least favorite dance:none&lt;br /&gt;[ .58. ] favorite memory: a number.&lt;br /&gt;[ .59. ] least favorite memory: quite a few&lt;br /&gt;[ .60. ] most humiliating moment: too many&lt;br /&gt;[ .61. ] number: 7&lt;br /&gt;[ .62. ] clothing brand: none in particular. cheap and nice works =D&lt;br /&gt;[ .63. ] shoes: a number&lt;br /&gt;[ .64. ] saying(s): dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;[ .65. ] TV Show: Comedies. CSI. The practice&lt;br /&gt;[ .66. ] sport: softball, bball, soccer, badminton. baseball.&lt;br /&gt;[ .67. ] vegetables: none in particular&lt;br /&gt;[ .68. ] fruit: anything&lt;br /&gt;[ .69. ] movie: liked all i've watched&lt;br /&gt;[ .70. ] magazine: Lime? haha...when sis buys it&lt;br /&gt;[ .71. ] actor: none&lt;br /&gt;[ .72. ] actress: none&lt;br /&gt;[ .73. ] candy: dunno&lt;br /&gt;[ .74. ] gum: mint or spearmint&lt;br /&gt;[ .75. ] scent: dunno&lt;br /&gt;[ .76. ] choc bar: dunno...not really a chocolate fan&lt;br /&gt;[ .77. ] ice cream flavor: vanilla =D&lt;br /&gt;[ .78. ] color: none in particular&lt;br /&gt;[ .79. ] seasons: only one in singapore&lt;br /&gt;[ .80. ] holidays: a holiday is always great no matter when or what it is&lt;br /&gt;[ .81. ] bands: green day. hoobastank. the calling.&lt;br /&gt;[ .82. ] singer: none&lt;br /&gt;[ .83. ] group: none&lt;br /&gt;[ .84. ] rappers: Fabulous. Eminem. 50cent. and a few others&lt;br /&gt;[ .85. ] types of music: everything.&lt;br /&gt;[ .86. ] things in your room: Books. Table. Bed. Mirror.&lt;br /&gt;[ .87. ] place to be: right now? massage parlour.&lt;br /&gt;[ .88. ] radio station: 98.7&lt;br /&gt;[ .89. ] tv channel: rarely watch&lt;br /&gt;[ .90. ] junk food: chips&lt;br /&gt;[ .91. ] overall food: any and everything&lt;br /&gt;[ .92. ] food store:  many&lt;br /&gt;[ .94. ] fast food: many&lt;br /&gt;[ .95. ] restaurant: nip (none in paritcular)&lt;br /&gt;[ .96. ] shape: nip&lt;br /&gt;[ .97. ] ok. empty question: are u reatarded?&lt;br /&gt;[ .98. ] coolest person you know: none.&lt;br /&gt;[ .99. ] name your good friends: joel. jing. chew. junyang. (sorry if i've forgotten anyone =P)&lt;br /&gt;[ .100. ] funniest friend: jing.&lt;br /&gt;[ .101. ] lamest friend: myself&lt;br /&gt;[ .102. ] best person to talk to when you're down: myself. dont like burdening ppl.&lt;br /&gt;[ .103. ] best person to talk to when you're hyper: jo. maybe rach.&lt;br /&gt;[ .104. ] person you miss the most now: someone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;[ .105. ] best friends: jing joel&lt;br /&gt;[ .106. ] person you hope you'll die with: that significant someone. Lol&lt;br /&gt;[ .107. ] drama queen: dot&lt;br /&gt;[ .108. ] boyfriend/girlfriend: nil&lt;br /&gt;[ .109. ] time together: NA&lt;br /&gt;[ .110. ] if not, who do you like: some of ya'll may know. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snooze&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/9791789-111763493765969145?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111763493765969145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111763493765969145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111763493765969145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111763493765969145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/fyi.html' title='F.Y.I'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111763317274872013</id><published>2005-06-01T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:39:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past Haunts me</title><content type='html'>that person is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a flicker in the force as a jedi might say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's presence is back stronger then ever over the last 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since a seperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between mortals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it seems so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a call to action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all less niave, more mature, more itellectual, more tactfull and a whole lot more experienced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could this mean something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking alot more about this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm dillusioned and can't break free from my own bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let time tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 will be mine to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the moments.&lt;br /&gt;These are the times.&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/9791789-111763317274872013?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111763317274872013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111763317274872013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111763317274872013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111763317274872013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/06/past-haunts-me.html' title='The past Haunts me'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111634465268193038</id><published>2005-05-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:44:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining of The End</title><content type='html'>Hats off to George Lucas, ILM (industial lights and magic) the cast and crew of star wars epsiode three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, as any star wars fan would know episode 3 is the most anticipated show ever since the release of episode 4. The link between the past and the present, from the old republic to the new. It was meant to be the bridge between all that was a blank in the extended star wars universe&lt;br /&gt;i shan't spoil anyones viewing pleasure, not that anyone comes here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant story line, though the links from scene to scene could have done with more screen time to allow a greater explanation and transition of the story line. Damn. I realised that when one criticizes to much, one does not enjoy the movie. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how the extended universe ennables one to fully comprehend things within the movie&lt;br /&gt;for example the numerous times palpatine and anakin walked side by side, symbolic of what was to come as master and apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;A grusome story at some points, but highly understandable&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;intresting how the Republic was transformed into the galatic empire, i didnt see that one coming, but it sure explains alot, for example why the primary starfighters in the begining scenes looked like hybrids of breeding an x-wing with a tie fighter. as well as why the republic suddenly had starships the likeness of imperial star destroyers, because the republic's fleet is sadly and sorely always lacking in muscle power =P it was intresting to see for the first time a ship that could actually challenge a stardestroyer on the republic's side, instead of the standard mon calamari cruisers that dominate the new republic (or rebel alliance whatever you want).&lt;br /&gt;one can't help feeling sad for anakin, though he was in the end his own downfall, which lead him to be the most revered bad guys in history of entertainment, darth vader himself.&lt;br /&gt;some intresting points.&lt;br /&gt;i have since forgotten what species yoda actually is, however, it was quite intresting to see tat 800 year old ball of green mass bounce around with a light saber taking on palpatine, who is even more stunning.&lt;br /&gt;an old crippled sith lord who's body is rapidly decaying due to the power of the dark side moving with the agility of a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite hilarious, yet his lightsabre skill is unparrellel to any that has ever been seen by a sith or a jedi thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;had enough for starwars for now&lt;br /&gt;go watch it&lt;br /&gt;its really good&lt;br /&gt;you might just get converted as well =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt incredibly lonely, bored, and jaded thus inspring me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;may the force be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~sugar  sugar how you get so fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111634465268193038?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111634465268193038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111634465268193038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111634465268193038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111634465268193038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/05/begining-of-end.html' title='The Begining of The End'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111513989371713544</id><published>2005-05-03T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:04:53.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updateee: Nothing new</title><content type='html'>Its 1 AM in the morning and here i am studying Social studies&lt;br /&gt;ive spend the last 6 hrs or so doing chemistry&lt;br /&gt;which is still incomplete&lt;br /&gt;with a table to memorise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never worked so hard for some time&lt;br /&gt;im taking a break and sudden'y had the inspiration to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole worlds studying&lt;br /&gt;its crazy&lt;br /&gt;friday i begin ploughing through 3 inches worth or bio notes and textbook for a stupid 50% 5 chapter tests&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots have things have gone on recently&lt;br /&gt;lots o regretful things that i can't give a shit about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hatred to certain things&lt;br /&gt;lots of love to certain things and people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of confusion&lt;br /&gt;both mental and emotional&lt;br /&gt;mostly mental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been demoralised&lt;br /&gt;been motivated&lt;br /&gt;largely the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer friends might know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of anticipation&lt;br /&gt;lots of dread&lt;br /&gt;living through the dread now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go&lt;br /&gt;gonna study N. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;as if it has anthing beneficial to me socially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i wish to be in her mind for 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the king of torts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111513989371713544?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111513989371713544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111513989371713544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111513989371713544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111513989371713544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/05/updateee-nothing-new.html' title='Updateee: Nothing new'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111322286848959197</id><published>2005-04-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T05:34:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Wounds. . .</title><content type='html'>Our time of battle has ended&lt;br /&gt;two weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;it all ended in a hall somewhere we've never really had much luck&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;luck&lt;br /&gt;we sure need alot more of it than we have currently&lt;br /&gt;a multitude of reasons for not breaking&lt;br /&gt;sadly it would all boil down to not wining the first round&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;endless amounts of them&lt;br /&gt;at least this wouldnt be my last competition&lt;br /&gt;yet the people that broke somehow someway&lt;br /&gt;seemed to taunt us even more&lt;br /&gt;not that they actively did it&lt;br /&gt;its just something psycholoigical&lt;br /&gt;our best performances weren't enough to continue a broken trend from our seniors&lt;br /&gt;screw it&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was a good thing&lt;br /&gt;a sign =P&lt;br /&gt;-denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two days from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our toughest challenge yet&lt;br /&gt;it will be our third time facing them&lt;br /&gt;weather in a proper competition or friendly&lt;br /&gt;more than anything&lt;br /&gt;this will be our 4th semi finals we've earned&lt;br /&gt;-all the jokes-&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like david and goliath&lt;br /&gt;but maybe david might just run out of rocks&lt;br /&gt;we shall see&lt;br /&gt;yet it must be done&lt;br /&gt;it shall be done&lt;br /&gt;rocks or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-disappear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111322286848959197?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111322286848959197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111322286848959197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111322286848959197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111322286848959197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/04/battle-wounds.html' title='Battle Wounds. . .'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111168017060887303</id><published>2005-03-24T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:02:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the middle of my frustrated fears and beyond</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that the compositions here have to be so incredibly depressing&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Council space debates&lt;br /&gt;well intresting enough, decent match ups&lt;br /&gt;i guess, came away with a win and a best speaker award for me, my seond time&lt;br /&gt;which dissapoints me in a way&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;the biggest blow of the night came with the release of the match ups for the next round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliance&lt;br /&gt;they didnt have to make our chances of having ANOTHER semi finals added to our chart&lt;br /&gt;as if 3 prior ones werent enough&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;gonna research like a mad fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not about to go to my grave and dig it for them&lt;br /&gt;its just going to be yet another spar with our seniors&lt;br /&gt;only this time different people&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh...its pretty damn annoying to loose 3 semi-finals and know that the prosepect of adding a fourth to your list is incredibly high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean the only consolotion to that is that you don't loose 3 finals&lt;br /&gt;which would have been even worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how incredibly egoistic i've become&lt;br /&gt;its something that i really hate but can't seem to dettach from myself&lt;br /&gt;it really is very bad to smoke your way through anything&lt;br /&gt;let alone smoke your way through yourself...&lt;br /&gt;it affects my performance&lt;br /&gt;and i've got to find a way to stop it =&lt;br /&gt;number three&lt;br /&gt;this actually came out of no where&lt;br /&gt;but really&lt;br /&gt;if you&lt;br /&gt;a certain debtaer in green reads this&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, if it looked like i was mocking you, but i really wasn't&lt;br /&gt;and those greetings were sincerely or sub sincerely at least meant for its originated intention&lt;br /&gt;so i apologise for any misconceptions that you may have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. . .&lt;br /&gt;some of you may or may not know&lt;br /&gt;about whatever has happened in the past for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pretty much recently i've been blaming a rather innocent party&lt;br /&gt;for a fault of no one's&lt;br /&gt;its intresting how prejudice people can get just from failed attempts at relaitonships or whatever&lt;br /&gt;but this i guess is just to set at ease a part of my concience that has been biting me for doing so&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i am revealing so painfully little&lt;br /&gt;but this is cyberspace&lt;br /&gt;and i never know who is or isn't visiting my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this one is targetted at the closer friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;who would probably understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;going to continue chatting for now&lt;br /&gt;may be just like another month not blogging&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't fight the demons within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111168017060887303?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111168017060887303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111168017060887303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111168017060887303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111168017060887303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-middle-of-my-frustrated-fears-and.html' title='To the middle of my frustrated fears and beyond'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111020901103056442</id><published>2005-03-07T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T07:23:31.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>i'm screwing up my life&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;freaking bad lar&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd see the day that i would come so close in failing english&lt;br /&gt;im dissapointed with my maths&lt;br /&gt;which i may fail&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;my class&lt;br /&gt;divided&lt;br /&gt;half comparing how many subjects each of us failed&lt;br /&gt;versus&lt;br /&gt;the other half comparing how many As they recieved&lt;br /&gt; why must i be in the former&lt;br /&gt;bleh&lt;br /&gt;IM DUMMBBBBBB&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111020901103056442?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/111020901103056442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=111020901103056442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111020901103056442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/111020901103056442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-111020118846309484</id><published>2005-03-07T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T05:13:08.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignition</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone talking about Julia Gabs&lt;br /&gt;its like every single debater i know has been talking about it&lt;br /&gt;bleh&lt;br /&gt;nontheless&lt;br /&gt;good luck to ac peeps and whoever is participating in this friday's special JGs round =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up headprefect in my school&lt;br /&gt;can't stand him&lt;br /&gt;so incredibly disorganiesed&lt;br /&gt;prejudice&lt;br /&gt;irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;like the worse thing to happen to prefects&lt;br /&gt;so sue me if any of the prefects read this and tell him&lt;br /&gt;cause frankly i can't give a damn about you anymore&lt;br /&gt;you'll can go on in ur own dillusionment&lt;br /&gt;and deprateness&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;what the hell...going for a bloody investiture for the primary purpose of seeing girls&lt;br /&gt;you'll are bloody fucked up&lt;br /&gt;in addition&lt;br /&gt;who the hell came up with some brilliant idea that all 40 prefects have to be on duty at one time&lt;br /&gt;bullshit&lt;br /&gt;its pure laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its your job&lt;br /&gt;and you a nice guy outside it&lt;br /&gt;but you took up the bloody job&lt;br /&gt;DO IT PROPERLY&lt;br /&gt;and don't be so fucking prejudice&lt;br /&gt;its because of you that im so slack&lt;br /&gt;do you honestly think i'd do the same with hua xia?&lt;br /&gt;fuck you lar...&lt;br /&gt;i'm being an extreme coward by saying this here&lt;br /&gt;but i can't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so fucking prejudice that i can't stand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;represent the school my foot&lt;br /&gt;you're no more than portraying what the teachers want&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be they're puppet and be so bloody caught up in whatever goals you want to do&lt;br /&gt;than don't fucking drag people in with you&lt;br /&gt;cause if you do at least some of them wouldnt mind&lt;br /&gt;its the sacrifice we took&lt;br /&gt;but at least work hard enough to gain our respect&lt;br /&gt;Just because you have a badge that says headprefect accounts for nothing more than that you were popular&lt;br /&gt;so get a life&lt;br /&gt;and don't take mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-111020118846309484?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110960902936581726</id><published>2005-02-28T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T08:43:49.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider this...</title><content type='html'>what if the time was now&lt;br /&gt;what if you'd never get another chance&lt;br /&gt;what if your one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;your one shot&lt;br /&gt;was now&lt;br /&gt;what if you or i never got the chance to ever say those three words&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;because we were to affraid of what people would think&lt;br /&gt;what if you never got another chance&lt;br /&gt;what if tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;and the people that you loved&lt;br /&gt;inside your family and outside to your peers and the people slightly more special then them&lt;br /&gt;they'd never get to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;how much you cared for them&lt;br /&gt;what if that one shot that you so hoped for in the future never comes&lt;br /&gt;and the things you put off now&lt;br /&gt;weather you believe it for the better or the worse&lt;br /&gt;get to be tried&lt;br /&gt;relationships&lt;br /&gt;sports&lt;br /&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;what if you never get the chance to experience the raw human spirit involved in each of them&lt;br /&gt;would you then regret it?&lt;br /&gt;would you then even have a chance to regret it&lt;br /&gt;i sure as heck don't&lt;br /&gt;but considering that tomorrow will probably come&lt;br /&gt;i am still afraif of the implications on me&lt;br /&gt;of my actions&lt;br /&gt;the consequences it will bring&lt;br /&gt;i don't want my world to revolve aroung books and school&lt;br /&gt;i don't want my world to be revolving aroung people's perspective of my religion&lt;br /&gt;i don't want my world to have only me, as a main supporting actor&lt;br /&gt;i want a mixture&lt;br /&gt;i want whats tangeible yet intrinsictly intangeible&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel the rawness of emotion, the life, the love, the power and the utter exhileration&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fail, who does&lt;br /&gt;yet i don't want to live my life trying not to fail vau&lt;br /&gt;i dont' want to die&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not keen on living either, let me not come to such a point&lt;br /&gt;i want to be socialing confident&lt;br /&gt;not for a cause of benfit to myself&lt;br /&gt;but for a cause of justice to myself&lt;br /&gt;to justify my existance&lt;br /&gt;not to anyone&lt;br /&gt;but to myself&lt;br /&gt;because i feel like i'm wasting it away&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day,we will be asked to justify going to heaven&lt;br /&gt;with what we did on earth&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fall short on that day&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to know i could have done so much more&lt;br /&gt;for we are all racing to our deaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to miss our on everything mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won't let someone elses coffin lie on my consience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110960902936581726?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110960902936581726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110960902936581726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110960902936581726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110960902936581726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/02/consider-this.html' title='Consider this...'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110908634211654969</id><published>2005-02-22T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:32:22.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Defeat</title><content type='html'>Hai&lt;br /&gt;nus was 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;where we've lost for the third time at a semi final round&lt;br /&gt;the feeling isn't dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;it isn't agnuish&lt;br /&gt;or saddness&lt;br /&gt;just a feeling of immense frustration&lt;br /&gt;its incredible how we can do our best for three times and not go through&lt;br /&gt;i was sort of expecting such a result&lt;br /&gt;almost like i'm too used to it&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i hate losing, i mean who does&lt;br /&gt;but when you loose three times in a row, somethings gotta be wrong&lt;br /&gt;and yet me, feng yao and kenneth have gone through so many thousand re-hab pep talk and refreshment sessions with xander and jun yi&lt;br /&gt;we've changed our prep&lt;br /&gt;we've changed the way we write our speeches&lt;br /&gt;we've changed our concepts of preparing, pre-empting rebuttals&lt;br /&gt;fuck it lar...nothing works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got ranked&lt;br /&gt;well for a first, my first, having not been ranked in youth 14s, at 6th,&lt;br /&gt;falling short of sam cheam (heh good one dude)&lt;br /&gt;and feng yao got 4th not one of his better performances...he guesses its his decorum&lt;br /&gt;and kenneth by some amazing grace got 2nd which came as a shocker for all including us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;NUS the good the bad and the ugly&lt;br /&gt;i reserve my comments on the finals, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever want to loose again&lt;br /&gt;yet this is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;a un-realistic dream&lt;br /&gt;and something we said and promised ourselves at the last competition&lt;br /&gt;yet it has failed us&lt;br /&gt;irritation...&lt;br /&gt;JGs this friday, i'm not psycholligically hyped&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll come tomorrow or something&lt;br /&gt;till then&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you cross the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn straight im gonna hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110908634211654969?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110908634211654969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110908634211654969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110908634211654969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110908634211654969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/02/bitter-sweet-defeat.html' title='Bitter Sweet Defeat'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110830143527566207</id><published>2005-02-13T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:30:35.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Undone</title><content type='html'>So unimpresed but so in awe&lt;br /&gt;Such a saint but such a whore&lt;br /&gt;So self aware so full of shit&lt;br /&gt;so in dsicive so amdamant&lt;br /&gt;im contemplating thinking about thinking&lt;br /&gt;its overated just get another drinking&lt;br /&gt;i come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street&lt;br /&gt;pray that when im coming down you'll be asleep&lt;br /&gt;if i ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;because im scum&lt;br /&gt;and i'm your son&lt;br /&gt;i come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rock and roll so coperate suit&lt;br /&gt;so damn ugly so damn cute&lt;br /&gt;so well trained so animal&lt;br /&gt;so need your love so fuck you all&lt;br /&gt;im not scared of dying i just dont want to&lt;br /&gt;if i stopped lying i'd just dissapoint you&lt;br /&gt;i'd come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street&lt;br /&gt;pray that when im coming down you'll be asleep&lt;br /&gt;if i ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;because im scum&lt;br /&gt;and im your son&lt;br /&gt;i come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So write another ballat&lt;br /&gt;mix it on a wednesday&lt;br /&gt;sell it on a thrusday&lt;br /&gt;buy a yacht by saturday its a love song&lt;br /&gt;a love song&lt;br /&gt;do another interview&lt;br /&gt;sing a bunch of lies&lt;br /&gt;tell about clebreties and they're despise&lt;br /&gt;and its a love song&lt;br /&gt;we sing love songs&lt;br /&gt;so sincre&lt;br /&gt;so sincre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street&lt;br /&gt;pray that when im oming down you'll be asleep&lt;br /&gt;in your pretence you thought you'd book a seat&lt;br /&gt;i come undone&lt;br /&gt;i am scum&lt;br /&gt;love your son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;love your son&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there a just some songs that scream out the true detail and vividness of life&lt;br /&gt;this in particular highlights the ficklness, rebellion, and soul freeing power of a person&lt;br /&gt;a person who is intrestingly in a certain point of view, in total control of his life&lt;br /&gt;something i hope to attain.A person who isn't afraid of losing anything or everything, but rather strongly anf fully exercising his freedom of choice in relation to whatever conditions he imposes.&lt;br /&gt;Respect, to these people, for they have grasped life in they're hands, and are ready to leave it when the time comes. For them, the choice it seems is in they're hands, it may be false, but at least they are able to believe in themselves till the day they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to the well organised mind&lt;br /&gt;death is but the next great adventure&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/9791789-110830143527566207?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110830143527566207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110830143527566207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110830143527566207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110830143527566207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/02/come-undone.html' title='Come Undone'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110813758703989649</id><published>2005-02-11T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:59:47.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarrifications</title><content type='html'>I Am not in love, infatuated , or midly interested in anyone at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;Even if I was, its not your problem&lt;br /&gt;So drop the accusations, cause its getting annoying&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you're offended by this, you'd better be&lt;br /&gt;it was your choice to come here, and its your choice to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110813758703989649?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110813758703989649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110813758703989649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110813758703989649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110813758703989649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/02/clarrifications.html' title='Clarrifications'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110770445099668666</id><published>2005-02-06T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T07:44:31.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS Invitationals/DEP Finale</title><content type='html'>Saturday&lt;br /&gt;A enitre day devoted and spent by debates, and debaters&lt;br /&gt;The start of the NUS Vice Chancellor's shield debate competition was a good one,&lt;br /&gt;two out of three debates is a decent score&lt;br /&gt;though it could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;so till this date, i have yet to have a win over my bishan rivals,&lt;br /&gt;wheather it has been softball or debates,&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;intresting competition it was too, highly controversial at the end&lt;br /&gt;incredibly weird in the middle thanks to some "creative" motions&lt;br /&gt;and tiring in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We have to work on our fitness...&lt;br /&gt;me and feng yao were completely and visibly drained by the time of our second debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have the intentions and the will to go for dep after that,&lt;br /&gt;simply just too tired,&lt;br /&gt;among other reasons, as some of you MAY know.&lt;br /&gt;But nontheless go we did,&lt;br /&gt;and so just in case i may not see you guys again in dep, in a case that i don't get in.if i apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the coaches&lt;br /&gt;-more to michelle&lt;br /&gt;--thanks to you, for the trainings we had, the stuff i've learned, from the geneva conventions which consists of over a hundred General provisions and articles to learning what comprised of a welfare state. thank you for the fun, the venue, the drinks, the "scoldings" that were dealt out by you. =) (i know this is completely un-structured and messy with a serious lack of signpositng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to the rest of you&lt;br /&gt;--Thanks to all of you as well.Though i'm more then sure i'll be meeing you around. It was fun to work with you guys, and in the case of geran and ben, sleep with you too! =) Hope to see you guys this year, rather, hope we all get in again this time around too...cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is intresting what arraon said,&lt;br /&gt;that debates isn't everything.&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad thing that what he says is actually true.&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen for it, i've quit 2 of my ccas to devote my attention to it,&lt;br /&gt;-i apologiese to the softballers and mr goh for screwing whatever plans you had in mind&lt;br /&gt;i don' know how i'll live without it acutally&lt;br /&gt;its happened with my seniors as well&lt;br /&gt;we just love it too damn much&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever want to give it up&lt;br /&gt;but i know in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i have to, i can't waste my life on it&lt;br /&gt;it has become the dorminant activity on my agenda&lt;br /&gt;and in a way it is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks aaraon for the talk&lt;br /&gt;you've always been a great comunicator for and to us!&lt;br /&gt;~adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm the great pretender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110770445099668666?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110770445099668666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110770445099668666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110770445099668666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110770445099668666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/02/nus-invitationalsdep-finale.html' title='NUS Invitationals/DEP Finale'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110726766863226588</id><published>2005-02-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T07:46:37.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sympathy letter to a inapt maths teacher</title><content type='html'>I've just finished a 1 and a half hour maths tution.&lt;br /&gt;In which i have learnt more then what i've learnt in school for the past two weeks&lt;br /&gt;in terms of math lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, by a moral code, i do not accuse teacher's for my dissapointing performances&lt;br /&gt;in respective subjects.&lt;br /&gt;This is one case where i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;My maths teacher has spent the last week or so trying to teach us remainder and factor theroms'&lt;br /&gt;of which at the end of today i had only a vague idea, no thanks to her as well.&lt;br /&gt;In two hours, i have learnt and understood more then i would have, spending two weeks in her class.&lt;br /&gt;I apologiese for any offending lauange, but seriously, i find that at a very basic level, a teacher is expected to ensure the class learns, or at least tries her best to&lt;br /&gt;In which case i have not seen it happening&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, it is the fault of the whole class who have been less then attentive during her lessons, making it near impossible to concentrate on anything&lt;br /&gt;however is it our fault that we resort to this.&lt;br /&gt;it may seem as a very immature point of view, i concede&lt;br /&gt;however&lt;br /&gt;i simply cannot blame my classmates for not lettting off a bit of steam during her lesson&lt;br /&gt;as i've said to countless friends, "wheather or not you are in her lesson, it dosent make a difference"&lt;br /&gt;Hence, where there is really nothing to do in a far less then fruitful, extremly dry and otherwise un-enforced class, i'd expect any other sane normal class to turn wild&lt;br /&gt;as what is happening now&lt;br /&gt;Yet i cannot help but feel sympathy for her&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is due to her inexperience&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it just isn't her forte to be a teacher&lt;br /&gt;whatever the case, it is incredulous to see the school have such a flimsy checking system on the compatibillity of the teacher&lt;br /&gt;by all accounts she is supposed to be a relieve teacher&lt;br /&gt;however i believe when it comes down to a subject such as A/E maths it is extremly deleterious to allow such a teacher to be teaching us for a prolongged period of time.&lt;br /&gt;i myself am barely coping, i dread to see how the more slacker type friends in my class do in the up and coming common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside that, thanks to all of you who have left posts two entries ago&lt;br /&gt;its really thoguhtful of you&lt;br /&gt;cheers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a voice cries out in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110726766863226588?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110726766863226588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110726766863226588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110726766863226588'/><link rel='self' 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italic;"&gt;did you like anyone in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set me thinking&lt;br /&gt;and she was quite right in fact, i realised that though i've had countless flings in the near past&lt;br /&gt;none of which can actually quantify itself strong enough to be seen as love&lt;br /&gt;or anywhere near it.&lt;br /&gt;In fact i can't actually say that i've never experienced the feelings of infatuation before&lt;br /&gt;the point is that through the number of times anything close to having feelings for someone has ever occoured&lt;br /&gt;they were nothing more then attractions&lt;br /&gt;going no further than that&lt;br /&gt;I apologiese to those whom may have had a misguided view of me&lt;br /&gt;wheather it is emotionaly or anywhere otherwise&lt;br /&gt;it was never real&lt;br /&gt;therefore i say to those who incessantly try to matchmake people&lt;br /&gt;not only in my case but others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because personally i've have only ever had a crush on one person&lt;br /&gt;on one person alone&lt;br /&gt;-some of you reading this may know&lt;br /&gt;and she has been the only one&lt;br /&gt;indeed the strings of emotional attachment have not all left me&lt;br /&gt;i do not anymore feel for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is this&lt;br /&gt;i've only ever had feelings for one person&lt;br /&gt;and no one else&lt;br /&gt;my point in writing this is to set any misconceptions on me straight&lt;br /&gt;i Do Not have feelings for anyone now&lt;br /&gt;wheather i will ever in the future remains to be seen&lt;br /&gt;but till then my marital status is still Single&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in a relationship physically or emotionaly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this passage may get no where&lt;br /&gt;but i hope some of you may strike a kind of parrallel from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110707577136506981?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110707577136506981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110707577136506981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110707577136506981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110707577136506981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-it-really-love.html' title='Is it really love?'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110700701024012711</id><published>2005-01-29T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T05:56:50.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat</title><content type='html'>Friday 28th of December 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day that will live in infamy&lt;br /&gt;we lost both our matches at th first preliminay round at Julia Gabriels&lt;br /&gt;Not that it has never happened before&lt;br /&gt;its just abit hard to be at the recieving end of it&lt;br /&gt;I guess i wouldnt have cared so much if i wasn't in team 1&lt;br /&gt;but now that i am, and that i've worked considerably hard to get into it&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to see months and weeks of work go down the drain&lt;br /&gt;I know losing is a fault of ours&lt;br /&gt;Not performing&lt;br /&gt;Not doing proper analysis of my rebuttals&lt;br /&gt;Not being discipline enough to make sure simple things were covered&lt;br /&gt;which in this case cost us dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bear resentment towards those who decided this fate&lt;br /&gt;It is clear&lt;br /&gt;yet some moral concience in me won't let me have the vindictive pleasure of putting the blame on them&lt;br /&gt;irritating&lt;br /&gt;its intresting how i would have cursed the second team to loose before their match&lt;br /&gt;simply because they just did not give a shit about the competition before then&lt;br /&gt;and yet how i supported them with the spirit of a team while they were debating&lt;br /&gt;-good job guys, you out did us&lt;br /&gt;yet they lost to opponents who did well as well to bring Us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rough really at the end to think that it was your fault&lt;br /&gt;your fault that you lost&lt;br /&gt;and that you really can't blame anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we didnt work enough&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was the overshadowing ego that was ever present&lt;br /&gt;maybe we just didnt perform&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it is true that we arent as good as them&lt;br /&gt;this i personally am not ready to accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to lose knowing that i could have done better&lt;br /&gt;its just alot better knowing that you've done your best&lt;br /&gt;and that your opponents just were better then you&lt;br /&gt;at least then you have somewhere to start working on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here and now&lt;br /&gt;the sad sorrowful atmosphere let loose to maddness&lt;br /&gt;how long it will last is unknown&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about the rest of my team mates&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;though we had fun after that&lt;br /&gt;i know that its just a facade&lt;br /&gt;the real test&lt;br /&gt;and time to vindicate myself will be this saturday&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose again knowing that i could have done much better&lt;br /&gt;cause it just sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to you again team 2...you did us proud...&lt;br /&gt;you did us all proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll go to our grave with our head held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we will give them hell before we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110700701024012711?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110700701024012711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110700701024012711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110700701024012711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110700701024012711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/01/defeat.html' title='Defeat'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110648758099672993</id><published>2005-01-23T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T05:39:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Boredom&lt;br /&gt;what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;I know i am seriously wasting away my life like this...but yet there is nothing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the entire day today wasting time&lt;br /&gt;its not that i don't see the value of time, i just don't see where or how i can pt it to good use&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110648758099672993?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110648758099672993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110648758099672993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110648758099672993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110648758099672993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110639962200911163</id><published>2005-01-22T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T05:13:42.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flickering Candle Theory</title><content type='html'>Fine.&lt;br /&gt;It is a theory i establish on my own. But still no one said you'd have to be a doctor or proffesor in order to generate these theories.&lt;br /&gt;Well i was in cat. class today, though Jared D Brilliantly set my candle on fire and i was choking in fumes.&lt;br /&gt;I notice how much effort people put in to trying to keep their flames alive.&lt;br /&gt;The thesis of my point is that no matter how much we differ in our characters and egos, we are still denominated as humans at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;It is intresting to look how people, who are cruel and brutal (with no refrence to anyone in my class) can care so much for a non-living non-existant entity.&lt;br /&gt;We are set aside by what we value, yet common in a fundamental basis of our human instincts.&lt;br /&gt;How we as humans no matter what our morals or mindets are still have the sanity to save a flame from dying out.&lt;br /&gt;It is a intresting view point to see just how much we would fight for something so insignificant, in our day and age, to ensure its survival.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its our ansetral values that have been passed down to treasure the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;How much they treasured fire then, and how little it means to us now.&lt;br /&gt;I know i am drawing very assinuous links but yet, these are but just mere observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the finner things in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause even they will be taken from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110639962200911163?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110639962200911163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110639962200911163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110639962200911163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110639962200911163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/01/flickering-candle-theory.html' title='The Flickering Candle Theory'/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110571247077040194</id><published>2005-01-14T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:21:10.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its incredible&lt;br /&gt;how unfit one can get within 5 months or so&lt;br /&gt;happily i've wasted all the muscles that i grew in secondary one for softball to a sorry state.&lt;br /&gt;i was lapped today by edmund...which by my standards should never have happened...but anyhow,i wasnt really focusing today.&lt;br /&gt;its such a negative trend that i have surcumbed to.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that in secondary three everyone sleeps in class.&lt;br /&gt;and the same is hapening to me&lt;br /&gt;though i still seem to be studying more.&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i'm sleeping in ALL my classes save for biology and history.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact that i've been sleeping at 1245 or later for the entire week&lt;br /&gt;it seems odd how i suddenly dare to sleep right under my teachers nose.&lt;br /&gt;brilliance, and i happen not to be the only one&lt;br /&gt;for te first time i dis'd a english homework completely cause i believed it to be too lame&lt;br /&gt;"write a funny essay that cld make the blind laugh"&lt;br /&gt;what a joke&lt;br /&gt;my teachers are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;theres no shortage of people who are predicting then impending failures and possible retention at the end of this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a desperate fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but fight i must!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im drained&lt;br /&gt;more or less completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey val!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..i pity you ! lol&lt;br /&gt;i finally think twice whenever i claim i am tired...so the above was quite painful for me to type ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways&lt;br /&gt;three compeitions within the span of 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;how completely wonderful&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;going to go on gaming for a while before i hit the sack =)&lt;br /&gt;cao all...once again leave me a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110571247077040194?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110571247077040194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110571247077040194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110571247077040194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110571247077040194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-incredible-how-unfit-one-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110563097732604601</id><published>2005-01-13T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T07:42:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contrary to what anyone of u may have read earlier =P&lt;br /&gt;i shall resume bloggin for now&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to remember my tagboards password so be kind and like a message in the comments area&lt;br /&gt;irritatingly&lt;br /&gt;i juz finished a minute portion of my ten year series&lt;br /&gt;msn crashed on me&lt;br /&gt;meaning that i cant communicate with my juniors&lt;br /&gt;to arrange stuff for tmr cca exhibiton&lt;br /&gt;so im screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 life&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be studying like 10 times more then i ever did last year&lt;br /&gt;like i used to sleep in class and now i actualy listen and take down notes&lt;br /&gt;my teachers&lt;br /&gt;range from attrocious to ambitious to great -pardon my spelling =P&lt;br /&gt;im like holding alot of tension now =(&lt;br /&gt;ive got stuff to organise&lt;br /&gt;piles or work to be done&lt;br /&gt;of which im self ommiting a few to never see the tip of my pen&lt;br /&gt;competitions!&lt;br /&gt;and dead tiredness =(&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;im gonna drop dead soon&lt;br /&gt;but given that there are worser people then me i shall not comment heez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello again everyone apologies to my absence&lt;br /&gt;though i doubt any of you would haf missed me&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;juz a place for me to rant&lt;br /&gt;and for u as a last stop when u have no where else to surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110563097732604601?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110563097732604601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110563097732604601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110563097732604601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9791789/posts/default/110563097732604601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/2005/01/contrary-to-what-anyone-of-u-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Abstruse Individual</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00435827905913473510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9791789.post-110424910758499996</id><published>2004-12-28T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T07:51:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indesicion</title><content type='html'>I've always has this theory&lt;br /&gt;that one's mind&lt;br /&gt;is rarely ever not made up&lt;br /&gt;As the mind and the physical body are two diffrent entities&lt;br /&gt;I'm bent over two choices now&lt;br /&gt;pros&lt;br /&gt;cons&lt;br /&gt;they dont matter&lt;br /&gt;as said in the matrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the chemical reactions taking place within one's body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coursing through ones veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;intent on bypassing logic and reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indesicion, it is our natural check and balance&lt;br /&gt;yet sadly the human mind is too susceptible to the emotions of the body&lt;br /&gt;expect this not to have a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain the intricacies of the mind&lt;br /&gt;yet this dillusionment&lt;br /&gt;isnt the best feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im suffering in my own little world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a world i created on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a world i seek to destroy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9791789-110424910758499996?l=theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theabstruseindividual.blogspot.com/feeds/110424910758499996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9791789&amp;postID=110424910758499996' title='0 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