<?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-3616826615080137632</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:56:59.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings and Queens, of Nothing &amp; I eat Airplanes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-2665801483808700428</id><published>2009-08-21T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:23:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised tumblr's easier to use. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;thebrokenone.tumblr.com :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2665801483808700428?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2665801483808700428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2665801483808700428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2665801483808700428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2665801483808700428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-tumblrs-easier-to-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6359015458860261493</id><published>2009-08-18T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:31:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humans - The Scene Aesthetic - A Type &amp; A Shadow(2009)&lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep inside of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;There is a weight that still needs to be lifted.&lt;br /&gt;You cover it up, but the pain never stops&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish that you would just listen.&lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep inside of yourself&lt;br /&gt;There is a soul starving for some affection&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for years but the time passes by&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted was to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this song&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you like it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;And I know you cant fight this&lt;br /&gt;You're the most beautiful girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly waiting for life&lt;br /&gt;To start and fill up the surroundings&lt;br /&gt;If you only looked right by your side&lt;br /&gt;You'd find that it never had left you&lt;br /&gt;You've lived through so much&lt;br /&gt;And seen so many things through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you could just see&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me I would construct a key to your heart and finally set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this song&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you like it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;And I know you cant fight this&lt;br /&gt;You're the most beautiful girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me&lt;br /&gt;You've got no reason to hide&lt;br /&gt;You're so lovely&lt;br /&gt;Built with a beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built with a beautiful mind x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this song&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you like it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;And I know you cant fight this&lt;br /&gt;You're the most beautiful girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.15A.M.&lt;br /&gt;I feel emotionally depressed. I realised I've been lying to myself. Somehow, I just know that even though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard to make you realize we are great together. It will never work, never. I'm trying to it up.&lt;br /&gt;This is all fucked up. Fucked up. At one moment, it felt like, it was so possible. Then right now, the past few days, if felt like, I was the one that bothered too much. If I were to disappear for a few days, would you even notice? Would you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll try it. I'll wait for you to realize. I've been wondering if you could ever realize. Someone told me, that you're not as innocent as I think you are. I know. I said, if I had you, I'd definitely be over the moon. I'd be proud to show you to my parents. Even though you're not as innocent as I thought you were. Hey, it's not like I'm innocent too. The thing I'm afraid now is that, you don't even feel the same about me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;If we were to ever get together(as impossible as it is). What if I saw your bad side, what would that do to me?&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do, makes me fall in love with you. I fall harder, each and everyday. It hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes, tell me I lied, though I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I told you I loved you once, &amp;I meant every word I said. I'd love you till the day I'm dead. The man that I am. This time round, I'm never going to just give up like that. Never.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won't catch a cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6359015458860261493?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6359015458860261493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6359015458860261493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6359015458860261493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6359015458860261493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/humans-scene-aesthetic-type-shadow2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6926315261234203330</id><published>2009-08-12T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:00:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Come What May - The Scene Aesthetic - A Type &amp;amp; A Shadow (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I thought I'd lost the best of me&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be damned if  I quit now and that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to look at me &lt;br /&gt;And know I'm all yours&lt;br /&gt;Like the penguins need their wings for deep cold  water dives&lt;br /&gt;Like the Earth needs the Moon to keep it on course&lt;br /&gt;When you  touch me, I know there is purpose in my life&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'm all yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, I confess that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;And there is  nothing I can do to prove to you I'm being honest&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, everything; and  yes I've known it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if you could ever  realize&lt;br /&gt;That we're growing up so fast, and it's insane&lt;br /&gt;My dear our  hearts have gotten good at pumping cheap new lust&lt;br /&gt;Into our young veins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I understand everything I couldn't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a  mess, I confess that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do  to prove to you I'm being honest&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, everything; and yes I've known  it all along&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost, but I'm back and I finally know now where my  heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've spent without you by my side, I dreamt  about you&lt;br /&gt;Saw you through the windows in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Carved a home for you  deep down inside my chest&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to lose such a big part of me  again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, I confess  that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do to prove to you  I'm being honest&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, everything; and yes I've known it all along &lt;br /&gt;I was so lost, but I'm back and I finally know now where my heart  belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8389.) I lied to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6926315261234203330?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6926315261234203330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6926315261234203330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6926315261234203330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6926315261234203330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-what-may-scene-aesthetic-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2670638176898999945</id><published>2009-08-09T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:54:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's no stopping us - There's no stopping us(2009) - Represent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth listening. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday to Singapore. &amp;amp;To anyone whose birthday is the same, yay.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a holiday, that's the best thing about it, hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2670638176898999945?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2670638176898999945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2670638176898999945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2670638176898999945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2670638176898999945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-no-stopping-us-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4731442958181191801</id><published>2009-08-02T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:10:34.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And Then There Were None - Who Speaks For Planet Earth?(2009) - Reinventing Robert Cohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a thunderstorm that pulls you deep into the night&lt;br /&gt;She speaks to me in numbers and is gone when I open my eyes (She wants more)&lt;br /&gt;You know Ill just forget it if you give me a chance (One more time.)&lt;br /&gt;I cant desire something if it just isnt there&lt;br /&gt;It just isnt there, it just isnt there, it just isnt there, it just isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood and like a fire inside me&lt;br /&gt;It consumes the air then leads me blindly&lt;br /&gt;She has my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And shes the one I see who screams go on, go on.&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell her that this cant go on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood, in like a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;You take one last breath and shell leave you bruised tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was calling but I kept waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me with her left eye closed and said&lt;br /&gt;"You dont know if you dont know, then they wont know." (She wants more.)&lt;br /&gt;You know Ill just forget it if you give me a chance. (One more time.)&lt;br /&gt;You cant decide on something if it just isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood, and like a fire inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Consumes the air then leads me, leads me, l-l-l-l-leads..Me.&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood, and like a fire inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Consumes the air then leads me blindly.&lt;br /&gt;She has my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And shes the one I see who screams "go on, go on."&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna tell her that this cant go on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood, in like a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;You take one last breath and shell leave you bruised tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is temptation, and temptation has it's fangs in me.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could live a lie so painfully.&lt;br /&gt;Well she was blind and shes taking her time&lt;br /&gt;She goes on and on she takes a hold and never lets you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood, and like a fire inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Consumes the air then leads me blindly&lt;br /&gt;She has my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And shes the one I see who screams "go on, go on."&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know who I am. (and like a fire inside me. Consumes the air then leads me blindly) She doesnt know who I am. (she has my hopes and dreams, and shes the one I see who screams "go on, go on.")&lt;br /&gt;Go on. On. On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna tell her that this cant go on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Shes in my blood, and like a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Youll take one last breath and shell leave you bruised tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to breathe in vain. It sucks to realize in the morning when you wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I actually, don't have someone special to say.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm awake. What about you? It sucks to be this bored, and look out at my window right beside my bed, knowing.&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to find someone special, or maybe, I've just been waiting for you to approach to me. Or as a guy, I'm supposed to do everything?&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing in vain. I'm breathing, the only proof that shows that I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;If only it was possible to just wish for something to happen. Too bad I'm Atheist.&lt;br /&gt;The only one that screams go on go on to me. Is just myself, I live. Just for the sake of living, for the sake of finding you.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? How long has it been, how long.&lt;br /&gt;Props to the EP Launch HSW.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome band tee! Wanna buy it, but, I'm saving money, sheehz.&lt;br /&gt;All time fav, Scene Aesthetic new album is out. Woohoo, it's good shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4731442958181191801?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4731442958181191801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4731442958181191801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4731442958181191801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4731442958181191801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-then-there-were-none-who-speaks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6259430656157293066</id><published>2009-07-19T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:27:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LoveHateHero - Goodbye my Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;So, this isn't where you thought we'd be,&lt;br /&gt;You explained.&lt;br /&gt;And now, you leave it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go, move on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream so nobody can understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find, replace with you with a better mind.&lt;br /&gt;They sing our song, they cheer us on, and make it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this isn't where you thought we'd be,&lt;br /&gt;You explained.&lt;br /&gt;And now, you leave it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Say "hello" to state lines, separate our whole life.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Say "goodbye" to girlfriend, you'll text her from the road.&lt;br /&gt;They sing our song, they cheer us on, and make it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;They always come and go.&lt;br /&gt;They sing our song, they cheer us on, and make it all worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They sound so much like Protest The Hero &lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good shizzle man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Bee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6259430656157293066?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6259430656157293066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6259430656157293066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6259430656157293066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6259430656157293066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovehatehero-goodbye-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4206875522209822176</id><published>2009-07-15T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:41:08.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Woo, I'm back after a month. Heh heh, too lazy these days. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got into TPSU! :D That's fo sho. Hahaha, well, I'm getting pretty addicted to songs like Motion Sickness by Call The Cops, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmfxiuSzt7w, here. Heheheh. Awesome shit!&lt;br /&gt;A guy like me never will deserve a decent girl in the first place. In reality, it was never possible was it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, this is the reason why I've never fallen in real love, since the day I promised myself never to fall for girls randomly. Cause eventually, I would've broken their heart. Well, right now, I hope I'd really find a girl that would be in love with me, knowing that I love her too. Then we can be like the couples in fairylands. Happily ever after, rofl. The irony in such things, is always worth wishing for. We aim for impossibilities cause we want to feel that we've given our best shot at trying. But still, we feel great yet down cause we're upset that a miracle didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, I love my bros. :D&lt;br /&gt;They said my voice blends really well with a acoustic song.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start working hard with my guitar and voice!&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourselves people, Siscreamsha's coming up with songs, originals. We're gonna ownzxc.&lt;br /&gt;In due time, I'll be able to perform in B&amp;amp;J! I hope, heheheh. Well, that'll be the day I have all my confidence and not being afraid of performing on stage. :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for that day to come, heheh. Well, when I perform, all of you, my friends, better be there to watch me play and sing hokay!&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I'll make you proud of me, both in my studies, &amp;amp;person as a whole. I'm having free hugs soon again! :D Around the National Days, more updates will be posted on this blog okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;When I don't take what I can handle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Know I think that you'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I've never met another lover who would love me the way that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby, ooh, you're different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's cause a lie, the truth, that's fine, we never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth is what I'm after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I know the sign I'm searching for won't show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I sing about what I dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And my dream's loving you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I have no doubt the words that I shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And scream so loudly late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Siscreamsha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;How does it feel to be,&lt;br /&gt;alone? In Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4206875522209822176?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4206875522209822176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4206875522209822176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4206875522209822176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4206875522209822176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo-im-back-after-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3836287895868361449</id><published>2009-06-12T13:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:18:21.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before. Went out to watch the horror film "Drag Me To Hell" with Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was more of a horror+comedy type of show to me. But, still, to Tiffany, it was as scary as shit. Lol. Which makes me laugh even more. The sound effects were good, but the scenes were way too exaggerated to even be horrified at. It was rather hilarious. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was only one of the few that laughed like crazy during the movie, I still remember the girl on the right, taking glances at me cause I was laughing when she was cowering her face behind her hands.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well, I hate taking pictures. But Tiffany brought a camera and somewhat, just kept bothering me to take photos. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to post photos of us, since she's done that ALOT in her blog!&lt;br /&gt;So I'll post the best photo she took of me. Heehee, thank you Tiffany! &amp;amp;Lastly, I would love to thank her, for being one of the only few persons to actually say OKAY to watching the movie with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Unlike MeiWei hor!&lt;br /&gt;Hah okay, enough is said today. About the past.&lt;br /&gt;Broken doors &amp;amp;thoughless words.&lt;br /&gt;The tyre tracks on her dead lawn.&lt;br /&gt;Feeble threats &amp;amp;loveless debts.&lt;br /&gt;Prove nothing when she steals your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;She sits there in the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;listens as cars drive slowly past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHj5z7uE4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mFrChL9sUek/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHj5z7uE4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mFrChL9sUek/s320/P1000077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304814998229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit the pouting face photo's fucking act cute = Phail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHjETGfKaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ShKjcH4QZY0/s1600-h/P1000052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHjETGfKaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ShKjcH4QZY0/s320/P1000052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346303895651953058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHjYSgH-mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TZSmckkoayw/s1600-h/P1000070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHjYSgH-mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TZSmckkoayw/s320/P1000070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304239088433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3836287895868361449?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3836287895868361449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3836287895868361449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3836287895868361449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3836287895868361449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SjHj5z7uE4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mFrChL9sUek/s72-c/P1000077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-8394620333878057385</id><published>2009-06-08T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:38:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Who's going to save you when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to watch over you, when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are on the ground, fall has come. Blue skies turning grey, like my love.&lt;br /&gt;I try to carry you, and make you whole. But it was never enough, I must go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8394620333878057385?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8394620333878057385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8394620333878057385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8394620333878057385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8394620333878057385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-going-to-save-you-when-im-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-7202708622693752198</id><published>2009-06-08T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:19:43.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I took the hint.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying positive, I'm thinking as a realist.&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible that I'd grab hold onto the clouds above me, cause I'm just a normal human, whenever I reach out to grab you. You're just not there. You slide off my fingers like water.&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother you no more. I promise. :D I pretty much took the hints when you didn't bother to reply me at all whenever I gave you a text. Ah, so much for retribution.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I want it, but right now. I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something sweet to get me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INTO TPSU CAMP! :D WOOHOO, 1 STEP CLOSER TO BEING IN TPSU!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-7202708622693752198?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7202708622693752198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=7202708622693752198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7202708622693752198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7202708622693752198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-took-hint.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-1942029603946936116</id><published>2009-05-31T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:12:13.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;*Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the only one, it seems, to not have things to go the way I want it to?&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything to start with for you right?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll find someone else to talk to. To be my texting buddy will do.&lt;br /&gt;Had enough of trying to impossibilities, you're most prolly too hot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, that's what you think. O:&lt;br /&gt;Nah, doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I think I'm having a crush/love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But yea, fuck this shit. Nothing turns out well for me in these stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Must be retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My talking is much better than yesterday, &amp;amp;it doesn't hurt as much anymore. Woo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Fuck all these shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-1942029603946936116?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1942029603946936116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=1942029603946936116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1942029603946936116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1942029603946936116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8679866633099361323</id><published>2009-05-31T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:13:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Save Your Scissors.&lt;br /&gt;By: City And Colour, Dallas Green from Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;It's old, 2005 album. But it's still one of the nicest songs everz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;So go on&lt;br /&gt;And I will refrain&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep on running this neverending race&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe next time will be the right time&lt;br /&gt;And maybe next time will be your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;For someone else's skin&lt;br /&gt;My surface is so tough&lt;br /&gt;i dont think the blade will dig in save your strength save your wasted time theres no way that i want you to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;go on and save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does it always seem&lt;br /&gt;That every time I turn around&lt;br /&gt;Somebody falls in love with me&lt;br /&gt;This has never been my sole intention&lt;br /&gt;And I have never claimed&lt;br /&gt;to have patents on such inventions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;For someone else's skin&lt;br /&gt;My surface is so tough&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the blade will dig in&lt;br /&gt;Save your strength&lt;br /&gt;Save your wasted time&lt;br /&gt;There's no way that I want you to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;Go on save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;Save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that I must confess to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;To you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And that is I expect nothing less from you tonight&lt;br /&gt;From you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;Save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;Save your scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue swelled up today morning, had problem eating Long John, and even maggie mee. But eating cold beancurd was a pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;Known more people today, saw KXY today! At Wei Wen's performance at Heeren, still, Paperfeet is the awesomest song he's made.&lt;br /&gt;After that, chilled around with dudes, supposed to see, some band Norman said that sounded like G' N R'. But, Josh went there earlier than us, &amp;amp;got in for free. While us, went to lan cause we weren't 18 &amp;amp;couldn't go in even if we had the tix, which is sad. All of them came out, met them outside, went to eat cold beancurd! Woo, shiok man cold  beancurd&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all man. About ytd, went to Samuel's house to chill out, was supposed to drink, but yeh, SxE manz. What's more, I pierced my tongue, can't drink alcohol. So yea, went back before they started to drink, &amp;amp;also. Signed up as a ACOUSTIC duet with Samuel! Well, this yesterday meaning Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, ciao. That's all, too lazy to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;New word learnt, EEETARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So go save your scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For someone else's skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8679866633099361323?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8679866633099361323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8679866633099361323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8679866633099361323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8679866633099361323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-your-scissors.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4185819490572059124</id><published>2009-05-30T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:44:33.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Just pierced my tongue. Doesn't hurt at all, except the swelling which is right now. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Went to jam with new band, played randomly, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Damn tired now, night. I saw this fucking hot girl at the skate park when I went with Norman, was thinking she was Malay, but turns out, she's a Chinese! Makes her even hotter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Will update properly another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4185819490572059124?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4185819490572059124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4185819490572059124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4185819490572059124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4185819490572059124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-pierced-my-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4597276550355055588</id><published>2009-05-21T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:18:58.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;Hey darling, I hope you're good tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I want it, but no I don't need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I swear to you that we can make this last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you can wait 'til I get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It might be for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, life's pretty exciting, pretty awesome. But then, after I just stone there for a few minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll realize, there's something missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Something should be there, but it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got all I need. Good classmates, friends. &amp;amp;Music. Except someone special to walk into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've heard people telling me a thousand times, in poly, I'll find out that special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How? Just bump into her? You've got to be joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess, I'll just have to see things for myself now. Whenever I just want to end my day, texting a special someone, saying "Yay, I'm done with school! I miss you!". I end up with no one to text that to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do I go school? Not cause I want to know more girls, cause I know I'll never know anymore than the ones I know, why? Cause my class is all guys! All of them are awesome, so I'm not worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I go to school. Cause I look forward to being a day closer to the weekends, a day closer to the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The endless world is where it's always breathing, where it's worth dying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been hoping &amp;amp;praying every single day. To show you what I've been all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's get a little closer now. You say, that we're all tied up and wrapped around in useless. States of minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;at the same time, I figured, we're still young. We do have the time to realize to we are wrong, so c'mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now remember the days you lived your life a little for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now, when I find you, I'll keep you close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4597276550355055588?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4597276550355055588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4597276550355055588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4597276550355055588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4597276550355055588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/darling-i-hope-youre-good-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3197084785936563154</id><published>2009-05-18T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:41:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZn-zirZmk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZn-zirZmk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hahaha, okay. I hope you guys that hear this cover would find it pretty okay? But yea, I know my voice kind of SUCKS majorly. But I still tried! Even with the fact that I have a pretty bad cough and sore throat going on here. Good luck! I hope your ear drums won't explode.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Not by shear awesomeness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3197084785936563154?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3197084785936563154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3197084785936563154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3197084785936563154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3197084785936563154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2830961056292087483</id><published>2009-05-12T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:17:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SglnHrc7X4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/k9CLoLJWmxU/s1600-h/P09-05-09_19.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SglnHrc7X4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/k9CLoLJWmxU/s320/P09-05-09_19.18%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334908615217864578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SgloJuy5D7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/oO8SLyRYqgA/s1600-h/P09-05-09_19.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SgloJuy5D7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/oO8SLyRYqgA/s320/P09-05-09_19.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334909749986660274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beauty from my PHONE CAMERA, LG RENOIR! d: Hehehehe. Finally, I've gotten the chance to showcase my phone camera's imbanesszxc. Damn I'm a good photographer, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SglnjkT7NRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/68POtWZtWw4/s1600-h/P09-05-09_18.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SglnjkT7NRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/68POtWZtWw4/s320/P09-05-09_18.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334909094337393938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gerard, for snapping a awesome pic. :D Lolol. Well, this was on Saturday, Khairul's and his girlf's awesome birthday celebration. YOU TWO LOOK LIKE YOU TWO ARE MARRIED ALREADY!!! Remember hor Khai, you better invite me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's all for today. Wanted to show off the pictures only, lololz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2830961056292087483?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2830961056292087483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2830961056292087483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2830961056292087483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2830961056292087483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/such-beauty-from-my-phone-camera-lg.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SglnHrc7X4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/k9CLoLJWmxU/s72-c/P09-05-09_19.18%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-617243057841594664</id><published>2009-05-04T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:50:17.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I still haven't got a new acoustic ):&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ended at 1 today, went to eat SEE my friends eat. Then met up with MeiWei to eat. Lol, I didn't eat though, cause I actually did finish a test in 20mins and had 40mins to spare to eat. Hah, awesome. So I wasn't feel hungry, so yea.&lt;br /&gt;Wore the THIN headbands I finally found &amp;amp;bought today, so yea. Pretty cool to finally have em'. Not just wanting em'. Hmmm, well, I've been playing my guitar since I got home like, 4p.m?&lt;br /&gt;My guitar's fucking up on me, pissing me off, knnbccb, causing me to stop thinking about my new song. Anyway, I'm hearing Norman's orginal song, pretty TIGHT chords. Lol. I jealous already la, kanasai. I go slowly find later. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to library today, with MeiWei, BUT, fuq, the book I wanted to find my research about illegal downloading was "Reshelving" so, damnit. I had to pause my research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. I fucking want a new acoustic/semi-acoustic!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-617243057841594664?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/617243057841594664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=617243057841594664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/617243057841594664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/617243057841594664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-havent-got-new-acoustic-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-1731398564894543051</id><published>2009-05-02T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:06:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been stagnant about my song. I still can't figure out the chords for it, well, I'll just write it down on a paper first. play some covers, then see what happens, hmm. Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the song I currently love listening to, Beauty in the Breakdown, by The Scene Aesthetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come on, take a step towards me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So you can figure me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been hoping and praying for a single way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To show you what I'm all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I know, and I know this is the only way of pleasing the crowds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But when this is over and done with and we walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There should be no doubts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So let's get a little closer now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's get a little closer now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You say, you say that we're all tied up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And wrapped around in useless, useless states of mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at the same time we're still young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have the time to realize that we were wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come on love run with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Get the hell out of this town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So we can get a better feel for each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll take you, back to, when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remembered how you used to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just live your life a little for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Take the time to let it go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step away and watch me grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So let's get a little closer now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's get a little closer now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You say, you say that we're all tied up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And wrapped around in useless, useless states of mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at the same time we're still young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have the time to realize that we were wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can stay if you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I write to you and tell you how you've always been so special to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can stay if you want to, and I’ll try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can stay if you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I write to you and tell you how you've always been so special to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You can stay if you want to, and I’ll try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To keep you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You say, you say that we're all tied up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And wrapped around in useless, useless states of mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But at the same time we're still young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have the time to realize that we were wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was rather boring, but I got new sneakers, the thin type of headbands I wanted, like FINALLY? Just that's it's not black, but brown &amp;amp;algae like green. A little upsetting but whatever, still awesome stuff headbands! :D I'll look suuuuu epicz. HAaaahahaha, well, I just played dota since 1? Now I'm going to play moooooooore. Wooo, dota maniacz(Just for this night).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still LOVE TDWP's new albumz, good shit! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someday, you'll see me.&lt;br /&gt;Outshining the rest among the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-1731398564894543051?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1731398564894543051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=1731398564894543051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1731398564894543051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1731398564894543051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-stagnant-about-my-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8405977845105209981</id><published>2009-05-01T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:03:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, TDWP'S NEW ALUM(With Roots Above &amp;amp;Branches Below). IT OWNZZZZ! :D&lt;a href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/image%2019.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8405977845105209981?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8405977845105209981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8405977845105209981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8405977845105209981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8405977845105209981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-tdwps-new-alumwith-roots-above.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2237900125920444853</id><published>2009-04-27T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:24:21.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Does anyone know when's the guitar sales. ): I want a new acoustic asap plox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2237900125920444853?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2237900125920444853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2237900125920444853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2237900125920444853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2237900125920444853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-anyone-know-whens-guitar-sales.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3676117129641312686</id><published>2009-04-25T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:20:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I hate my acoustic guitar. It's ALWAYS out of tune when I leave it alone for EVEN less than a hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3676117129641312686?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3676117129641312686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3676117129641312686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3676117129641312686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3676117129641312686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-my-acoustic-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4236251434537107954</id><published>2009-04-22T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:17:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;We stood here once, holding hands. With love for you, that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;You stood me off, thinking it's worth for holding on.&lt;br /&gt;Standing still dreaming of, the relationship I thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing dreams we know we'll never catch.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that we'd never grasp.&lt;br /&gt;My days are torn as you're slowly gone, with love that's slowly worn.&lt;br /&gt;Humans that are always strong, but never knowing what's right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love's a lie that's got me dellusioned. Now I'm here making illusions.&lt;br /&gt;We choose to love the ones, not meant for us. Thinking they'll make us one.&lt;br /&gt;Aversion grows when love's still. For we realise dreaming's just not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chase dreams we know we'll never catch.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that we'd never grasp.&lt;br /&gt;My days are torn as you're slowly gone, with love that's slowly worn.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred begins to tear, the love I'm beginning to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to walk into my arms, just like a movie scene.&lt;br /&gt;But now i stand here.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if we'll ever be. Together as one we may never be.&lt;br /&gt;Still you've got me dreaming, with a heart so strongly beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this pretty long ago, like, two days ago? (: Well, maybe I might be changing some words here &amp;amp;there, yata yata.&lt;br /&gt;But main problem is, what chords &amp;amp;tune should I use for the song? Hmmm. Well, that'll be for me to find out, &amp;amp;you to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Or you could help me out with some pleasant tips! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've succeeded in covering Remembering Sunday(With Singing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woo!(Wait for my cover!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4236251434537107954?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4236251434537107954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4236251434537107954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4236251434537107954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4236251434537107954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-stood-here-once-holding-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-5414553004647997608</id><published>2009-04-19T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:08:09.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Composing a acoustic song. Named Standing Still. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know my voice is not good at all, but hey, I'mma try to make the song I'm composing, awesome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I'm not gonna put the whole thing up here, so here's two verse, that's in my lyrics I made today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chasing dreams we know we'll never catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dreams that we'd never grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My days are torn as you're slowly gone, with love that's slowly worn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Humans that are always strong, but never knowing what's right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You used to walk into my arms, just like a movie scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But now i stand here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wondering if we'll ever be. Together as one we may never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope if I ever manage to make this song within less than a month, with wonderful guitar chords(finding nice ones now). I'd be making my own myspace "band".  Named "Mid-Life Crisis". If it's not taken (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha,  sorry for not updating at all recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-5414553004647997608?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5414553004647997608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5414553004647997608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5414553004647997608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5414553004647997608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/composing-acoustic-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-477640033557812558</id><published>2009-04-04T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:55:08.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SdZNEcv-BcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JyoA1PUPZd8/s1600-h/Foo..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SdZNEcv-BcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JyoA1PUPZd8/s320/Foo..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320524748617024962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;When I ate till I was daaaaaaaamn full on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Was drinking sugar cane with lemon, &amp;amp;got this. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;My phone's camera ownzxc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-477640033557812558?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/477640033557812558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=477640033557812558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/477640033557812558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/477640033557812558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-ate-till-i-was-daaaaaaaamn-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SdZNEcv-BcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JyoA1PUPZd8/s72-c/Foo..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-2881605080001313961</id><published>2009-03-26T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:34:47.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p4nK95noPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_p4nK95noPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You say we're both little people and you like it that way&lt;br /&gt;But in time I'm gunna put this body to shame (and grow old)&lt;br /&gt;Where a suit like my old man&lt;br /&gt;Pack up all my things and get my tail out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got it good&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like this town or not&lt;br /&gt;I know it's small but with a big head&lt;br /&gt;it's bound to get hot&lt;br /&gt;In the summer&lt;br /&gt;But the summer is a bummer&lt;br /&gt;If you can't leave&lt;br /&gt;This pathetic excuse for a town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That holds all your memories&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;To be anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;But baby anywhere is away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Then what is there to shout about&lt;br /&gt;This midwest town is gunna miss you&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead and work it out&lt;br /&gt;But first come on and let it out&lt;br /&gt;Scream it shout tell everbody how your gunna leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about one year you'll have it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;These big city dream are what you're about&lt;br /&gt;Walking like stangers among these states&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell how long I can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got it good&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like this town or not&lt;br /&gt;I know it's small but with a big head&lt;br /&gt;it's bound to get hot&lt;br /&gt;In the summer&lt;br /&gt;But the summer is a bummer&lt;br /&gt;If you can't leave&lt;br /&gt;This pathetic excuse for a town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That holds all your memories&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;To be anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;But baby anywhere is away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Then what is there to shout about&lt;br /&gt;This midwest town is gunna miss you&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead and work it out&lt;br /&gt;But first come on and let it out&lt;br /&gt;Scream it shout tell everbody how your gunna leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again oh so casually&lt;br /&gt;Did you take the hit for me or the home team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Then what is there to shout about&lt;br /&gt;This midwest town is gunna miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Hahaha, 3 days ago, it was our 1st month. Well, she got me a polo tee. Pretty awesome, &amp;amp;she had a small little towel, which has P &lt;3 F.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome isn't it. But yea, since Tuesday, I've not been able to see her at all?&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days now, &amp;amp;yea, I've got to admit. I miss her terribly much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to get used to this feeling, since, she has to hang out with her friends too, study &amp;amp;all.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be over the "I want to see you so badly, but know that we can't meet up, cause you're busy &amp;amp;maybe already have arrangements with other friends" feeling by tomorrow. Then yea, I'm happy at the fact that at least, I get to see her on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow, plans are that, I'll stop lazing around at home &amp;amp;hoping that I get to see her(Last min meet up stuff). &amp;amp;Go out and chill with my dudes!&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's Friday. Which means, EARLY KNOCK OFF SCHOOL FOR STUDENTS, &amp;amp;SLEEP LATE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Well, I miss you, terribly much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;J/Pei Wei,&lt;br /&gt;I love you. So much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2881605080001313961?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2881605080001313961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2881605080001313961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2881605080001313961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2881605080001313961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6863327113669981010</id><published>2009-02-24T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:15:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Jasmine Tan Pei Wei! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's hawt, she's adorable, she's girly. She's understanding, she believes in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really love you hun. Though you think everything is scripted. It's not, heheh. I just said everything I thought was right. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm really glad I have you, like ultimately(maybe more than that, if possible)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched Valkyrie with the love of my life today. Pretty last min, but hey, luckily I didn't have anything to do the whole day, &amp;amp;rejected to going Minds Cafe to play board games. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It'll be nice if I managed to see you every single day, for dinner, for breakfast, for lunch, or just for an hour or to just receive a hug from you, a simple smile and a peck on the cheeks with a soft whisper of "I love you". Any of them, every day, or nearly everyday, is awesome enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But above all else, I just want you to be happy that you're together with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want you, to be able to smile to your friends &amp;amp;say, that you're together with me. That you are proud to be with me. (: That would be shear awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're asleep now, you have school. Hahah, I don't! d:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you so much, your hug, your kisses, your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I learned a song called Remembering Sunday by All Time Low today. Before I went to meet hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I still am not used to singing and playing the guitar at the same time, &amp;amp;my voice practically sucks like shit anyway. So yea, hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You made a cute card for me the day before, &amp;amp;yes, I love it. Hah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I suck at art, so maybe, I'd post a video of myself singing a song for you on youtube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe. Hah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or maybe just to you would do, heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, way more seriously than anything else and ever. Like, x100000000000012903809412&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope, you'd know how serious I am, &amp;amp;I want to, know that you're very serious about us too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll keep an eye on the world, so many thousand of feet above the ground. We're up in the clouds of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The change of a person happens when the truth is broken to them. It twists the person to a better man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We "Humans" adapt to things, for that's why, we're surviving till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now, I'm a changed man(Pretty long ago). A better man, ready to prove, to my Love. That I am never what I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am too far from it, never will I go back to where I used to stand &amp;amp;be. Cause right now, you're the most important thing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;I'm determined, with every single breath I have. To prove EVERY single one that doubts I'm different. That I'm not in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That I'm never serious in this. I want to prove to all of you, that, I'm ^@&amp;amp;*ing serious, about this relationship. &amp;amp;That, I'm positive that I'm extraordinarily in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if you were to not believe in love. I'm still determined to call you beloved. Who will deny, these butterflies, are filling us up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Forgive me I'm trying to find.&lt;br /&gt;My calling, I'm calling at night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl?&lt;br /&gt;She's been running through my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;it's driving me crazy it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Going to ask her to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6863327113669981010?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6863327113669981010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6863327113669981010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6863327113669981010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6863327113669981010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-5140733907779367025</id><published>2008-12-19T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:55:13.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hmmmmm, chalet's over. I slept from 11A.M on till 6P.M on 18Dec. Haaaahaha, it was pretty awesome, but we didn't get to watch any movies or anything. We just stoned and played cards, fell asleep and all.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I saw a few pretty ladies around the Chalet, but wtfux, I don't have any balls to say "hi" or try to take their numbers even if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, so it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Would be better if I didn't embarass myself by asking too though, haaaaahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;I just slept the whole afternoon off. &amp;amp;It rocked, I like lazing around, I find it fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe for tomorrow I'd be going out with my family at night to watch the comedy, Yes Man! :D&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooooooo, finally some awesome comedy entertainment. Anyway, before we went to check in for the chalet, I was at Song Wen's house watching Saw IV or smth, I know it's the lastest Saw movie, but Idk shit about the numbers in that form.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I found it awesomely funny, though the rest were like, oh man, this is so sick and all.&lt;br /&gt;I respect them, as they're talking about giving chances to criminals, about a special treatment. It's pretty good, but yeh, the game's the best part of the show. :D&lt;br /&gt;I found it funny, well, not when they showed the hand cut into half. That was pretty disgusting, but other than that, I found them pretty funny. I know I have a wierd sense of humour, hahaha, sadistic maybe? O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh oh, also, I have a awesome new song to introduce to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;Damn, Cassadee is hoooooooooooooooooootzx! I'd love to hug and cuddle her if it was ever possible. Her hair's suuuu pretty, like oh my gawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9xSbAi-LLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9xSbAi-LLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Homecoming - Hey Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm pacing, impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Up in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Taking back to the sideway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-5140733907779367025?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5140733907779367025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5140733907779367025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5140733907779367025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5140733907779367025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmmmm-chalets-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4723491666643611563</id><published>2008-12-15T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:27:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hmmmm, today was pretty much okay. Went out to watch Twilight with my mother and lil sister. Brother's at Japan studying in Tokyo's University, till Wednesday. Hmmm, Twilight wasn't that bad. The girl's really really pretty though. I mean like, she has the figure and her hair looks totally gorgeous for her. I hope she'd be my girlfriend, rofl. Impossible. Anyway, the show's pretty much different from the book, and I expected someone god damn hot as the sister of the dude. O:&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's a movie, I can't expect everything. The show was pretty entertaining, but yea, overall, I'd give it just a 3/5stars.&lt;br /&gt;It lacks that special, feel.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Quarantine would be more funny and fun to watch if I was given a choice, I still can remember how cute the little girl running about with her hands out like the letter "T" was. I can't stop laughing when I was in the cinemas. People thought I was a retard, but hmmm. Fuck, I just have a weird sense of humour. Anyway, Ip Man, looks fucking interesting to watch, especially since it's from Donnie Yen.&lt;br /&gt;Most prolly, I'm going to watch it during tomorrow's chalet or so.&lt;br /&gt;Death's never been such a better option in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you, ever thought of how it feels like to be on the edge of dying? Or maybe, how it feels like to be dead? Haaaahaha, you can't feel anything when you're dead, I just remembered. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the chalet, cept for the fact that I have to reach Song Wen's house at 9am, for Idk what reasons, but since he wants me to help prepare, I wouldn't mind that much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, please tag my board on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem,&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the complete band set for GH4, or maybe I'll go for RockBand, but thing is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting it for PS2 first, and then a few months later, I'll get a PS3. So now, the problem is, which game is more fun to play for drums. Rockband 1/2 is better than GH4 for overall game right? As in, Singing, Drums &amp;amp; Bass is more fun to play with than GH4 right?&lt;br /&gt;As I've seen some forums, with people ranting saying that GH4WT does not really focus on the drums, mic, &amp;amp;also bass. Reading that makes me worried to think if it's worth getting GH4WT or not.&lt;br /&gt;Rockband's drum is 4 buttons + the pedal. But overall, I've played it, &amp;amp;it's fairly easier to hit the right stuff as none of the buttons are hung up in the air, unlike GH4WT's drum set, where I sometimes hit the ground below the cymbals, which is pretty embarassing and irritating at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, people, I need your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, if you were wondering, Yes, PS2 is able to play with the same controllers PS3 and the others use, as they use the USB cord as well. Making, buying the set now to play, as good as getting a ps3. As I'm pretty low in cash, I'd rather get the game to play first, then change to another new gen console, when I've got the money to. As the only differences are, that PS3 and the others allow downloading and patches. Which includes patching for GH4WT Drum kit, to be allowed to play rockband, where already, Rockband's drum kit is already allowed to play GH4, without patching. So yes!&lt;br /&gt;OPINIONS PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;every night.&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall, to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Just like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4723491666643611563?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4723491666643611563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4723491666643611563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4723491666643611563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4723491666643611563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmmm-today-was-pretty-much-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2652529447942869000</id><published>2008-12-14T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:21:31.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I have to admit, I'm too bored that I'm actually blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty satisfied these days with the awesome workmates I have (: Including a new phone I got a day before, LG Renoir KC910, with specs like, 8M.P, 8Gig Micro SD, touch screen and all. It's pretty awesome. Best of all, it's supported by DivX and also, Dolby Mobile[For those who don't know, the cinema's sound system's creator, Dolby Surround.]&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, about the girlfriend hunting shit. Hmmm, actually, I'm just joking around, but I honestly won't mind having a awesome girlfriend. (: Also, pretty packed these days due to work and a upcoming chalet. Also including one a week ago. I know this blog is dead, but heck. I still want to share my stories with people(Though Fabian's a boring person, we know!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, let's see. Here's a picture of me playing around with my new handphone's camera. First picture of the day+Camera when I bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SUUf5VxDgfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3rBVr51fuE0/s1600-h/P13-12-08_20.56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SUUf5VxDgfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3rBVr51fuE0/s320/P13-12-08_20.56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279661208117674482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Pretty awesome picture for a phone camera isn't it? (: Pure nuuuuu editting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Brianne, the picture's here, for you to take. Suuuuu take it when you want to. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, about today, well, pretty boring actually. We just went to make payment for the chalet, went to eat F&amp;amp;C's Express(Sucks ass). &amp;amp;Then discussed the things needed to get and all, and that was all we did. After discussing, we took a bus back to Compass Point, and just left to different directions. I went to Long John and bought dinner for me and my lil sister. Whereas, the rest have already left towards home. Except BiFang, which was going for a celebration or something at woodlands. Trust me, she's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I honestly think that nothing in my life is as good as having my family beside me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm a family person, just, I love them so much, every single one of em', but hopelessly fail to express it to them. My will to make people happy, to make everyone around me happy. My will to become what I am now, &amp;amp;my goal in the future, is all due to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, if you ever read this blog, just be sure to know that, I love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;You know I do, it's just, there's never a chance to show that you mean THAT much to me. We'll just have to wait for the future then won't we? (:&lt;br /&gt;To me, my main priorities in life would be (According from most important) Family, Studies, Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I think I have someone in mind, but, I'm pretty dissappointed to say that, I think she's still in love with someone. &amp;amp;That I will never go inbetween them, even though she's known as single. Untill she's given up everything she can on the love. Would I then save her from a bottomless pit, &amp;amp;slowly rise as a hero in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've started to listen to Hawthorne Heights again, &amp;amp; found pretty much, the lyrics makes quite a lot of sense, though the videos are a little bit out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-hVxFPof-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-hVxFPof-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the video. (: I hope everyone of you, who visits my blog again, for the most prolly "Revival" of my blog. Would like the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To think that love is far easier to manage than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Think twice, ask yourself, are you able to actually love someone so much, you'd abide to her every single whim, every single requests?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;That you wouldn't mind her going out with any other guy? As long as she explains to you why and when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I would be able to, for we, "Humans" change our own personalities, at the brink of death, or the death of something important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know this post is long, but wtf, it's the "Revival" man. Get used to it. Rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Hawthorne Height's Casey(Screamer + Guitarist) is dead pretty long ago. But yes, his legacy for H.H remains. I know that even if I don't say it, there would people that will say it. We love you Casey, for your unique screaming methods &amp;amp; awesome live performances via. videos for me(Omg, what a douchebag.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saying goodbye, this time,&lt;br /&gt;The same old story.&lt;br /&gt;Saying you cry,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like saying sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2652529447942869000?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2652529447942869000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2652529447942869000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2652529447942869000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2652529447942869000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-to-admit-im-too-bored-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SUUf5VxDgfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3rBVr51fuE0/s72-c/P13-12-08_20.56.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-762673443091750755</id><published>2008-09-02T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:45:33.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Meh, pretty late to blog for baybeats, but yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;CARACAL RULES :D&lt;br /&gt;FASPITCH OWNS MORE TOOOOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went for Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday, Saturday, I moshed with MingHan, &amp;amp; Leon was standing in the front when Faspitch was singing, damn they were good for a Phillipines band. Damnzx, they sounded like BFMV(Bullet For My Valentine). Lol, well, in 2 of their songs. :D&lt;br /&gt;The vocalist was good, hella good when he screamed. I typically head bang-ed all the way and moshed lika retard during all their songs. OH YEH, the most hxc moshing would be their "Jumping" song. Lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for CARACAL! :D&lt;br /&gt;I went with Tom, John, and Norman, where I met Matthew and his friend, along with Jimmy that joined us later, I saw Shaun Loong and Bang Hur that too, whom both are my primary school mates, along with Norman. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I moshed with John, hahaha, during Caracal, we actually typically camped at makansutra and other areas, just for Caracal to start at 10:45.&lt;br /&gt;Fancy John telling me Caracal's all about dancing.&lt;br /&gt;But Caracal's good, way good. Actually Electrico is so fucking good, that they sound like there were recording. But, fancy me not appreciating Electrico that much. Also, Joy Electric, from US, not hxc or indie or anything, was fucking good too! The BGM(Back Ground Music) was wicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, for saturday, actually I went with Brianne and her friends at first, cause David and Aufa backed out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Faspitch performed before Norman and Tom arrived, they arrived for only Joy Electric on Saturday, and we went off early enough to take the last train and the last bus to go home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, while on Sunday, we wanted Caracal to sing again so bad, we kept shouting for Encore, and yay! They did do another song for us! :D&lt;br /&gt;Foo, but sadly, John, Norman and me, was late for the last train cause it ended at 11:50p.m(estimation). &amp;amp; so, we walked from Esplanade, walk walk walk to Clarke Quay. We talked a lot of shit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; While crossing the road, I said, watch me be spiderman, lolol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, other than that, I got pissed off with a few stupid taxis, that DIDN'T STOP FOR US WHEN THEY WERE VACANT.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking taxi uncles, fuck all of you bitches.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we got one, we talked about, if someone hitched our ride, we'd hit them. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so that's it all for those two days, Monday, I went out early in the morning with my family and Grandma and nephews. Shermaine's frigging adorable &amp;amp; I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I fucking missed Boys Like Girl's acoustic performance which was F.O.C at Heeren 3:30pm lah!&lt;br /&gt;I reached home like 3:30pm, confirm know I late already, then lazy to go. So unfair, don't get to see the girls that go and see the dudes of Boys Like Girls, lolol. Wasted(Despo much.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow, amazing blogging manzx, first time in nearly a week/more. &amp;amp; This much! :D&lt;br /&gt;Suh-weet.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;I love pierce the veil still, Yeah Boy &amp;amp; Doll Face is too cool to not like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahahaa, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;You think you're all that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but you're not! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quotes from Kim Possible's blue man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-762673443091750755?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/762673443091750755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=762673443091750755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/762673443091750755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/762673443091750755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/09/meh-pretty-late-to-blog-for-baybeats.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-1226680970644405765</id><published>2008-08-27T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:34:16.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome days these few days.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you could be such a slut to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Roflmao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good day to you all, so lazy to post these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeh, FOOOOOO, completed D&amp;amp;T! :D&lt;br /&gt;Feel super relaxed now(not).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-1226680970644405765?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1226680970644405765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=1226680970644405765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1226680970644405765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1226680970644405765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/awesome-days-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-5076079411733597447</id><published>2008-08-16T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:22:06.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love my mummy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause she bought me a new wallet from Ozozosac.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, I finally got a much mature-looking wallet. Rather than basic teen wallets, from Billabong.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not cause she bought me new stuff then I'd love her.&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved her, I remembered her having breast cancer when I was Primary 5.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was worried like hell when she went for chemotherapy. I was worried sick when she started crying, and said stuff like she was going to die. I'm happy everything is well now. (:&lt;br /&gt;You know, mummy, if you ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;I love you :D&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you hugs as much as I can, &amp;amp;I promise to take care of you when you're older, when you can't take care of yourself as well as you can now. I'd step in as the role of being your son, the son you've always encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;Though you've not always been nice, sometimes irritating. It's what parents do, no?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm glad I have you and Dad. At least, a perfect family. Without much problems, that's more than I ever need. With a brother that I can depend on, and a clown as a sister. Damn I'm blessed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-5076079411733597447?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5076079411733597447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5076079411733597447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5076079411733597447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5076079411733597447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8143479242041670714</id><published>2008-08-16T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:37:58.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;About to finish the book already (:&lt;br /&gt;Been really lazy to blog these days, was rushing to finish up my D&amp;amp;T Presentation Board.&lt;br /&gt;So didn't really want to blog at all, hahah. I completed it yesterday, on time. Foooooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sweet song, hahahah. I finally went to see the video, so I just thought of posting it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I like the drums and guitar in this song. :D&lt;br /&gt;Fierce sheeetzx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I might be going to Marina Square later. Join my parents for dinner.(Yay, good food!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WyMx_9lSD8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WyMx_9lSD8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Say Goodbye by I killed the Prom Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know I've given up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, giving up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;would mean I'd still be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for you, but never the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8143479242041670714?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8143479242041670714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8143479242041670714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8143479242041670714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8143479242041670714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-to-finish-book-already-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3221152709445132092</id><published>2008-08-13T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:34:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foooyou. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just bought the book I wanted to read "The Five People You Meet In Heaven".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha, I went to Compassvale Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;Check CLB marks, roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;I passed my overall amazingly. Even though I failed my Oral D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaahahaha :D I rockz0rzx.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, the book is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;It's about this man, who has lived most of his life in Ruby Pier(A Theme Park).&lt;br /&gt;He's been there for a really time, only apart from eet, when he was sent to war.&lt;br /&gt;He died while saving a girl from being killed by a rollercoaster cart turned evil!&lt;br /&gt;Totally heroic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;But in the end, while saving the girl, he died in the process. He went to heaven, which turns out to be the same place he has been at nearly all of his life since young.&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Pier.&lt;br /&gt;The first person he met is one of the Slideshow Freaks, the Blue Man.&lt;br /&gt;Whom was the one that explained to him, he was to meet 5 people in heaven. &amp;amp;Then, he will be enlightened on why he has had his life like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ultimately to know the reason of why he is on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh! :D&lt;br /&gt;Still reading though, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Supa interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd always love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if a chance was given.&lt;br /&gt;For you to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;If not, let the poison.&lt;br /&gt;Seal the fate, of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3221152709445132092?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3221152709445132092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3221152709445132092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3221152709445132092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3221152709445132092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/foooyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2119961835932768483</id><published>2008-08-12T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:02:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlOtFknf1Rc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlOtFknf1Rc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Best cover of Michael Jackson's song Beat it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Better than ghey Fall Out Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2119961835932768483?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2119961835932768483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2119961835932768483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2119961835932768483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2119961835932768483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-cover-of-michael-jacksons-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-5264547339934910401</id><published>2008-08-12T18:00:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:14:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiAeUBfFI/AAAAAAAAADc/2cSs1-Yx7QU/s1600-h/DSC_1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233572002257796178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiAeUBfFI/AAAAAAAAADc/2cSs1-Yx7QU/s320/DSC_1117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiApeVeOI/AAAAAAAAADk/7DOm2V2dDdQ/s1600-h/DSC_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233572005253839074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiApeVeOI/AAAAAAAAADk/7DOm2V2dDdQ/s320/DSC_1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures of me, thanks to Phylis! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha, I stood on a high platform and shouted Free Hugs for everyone to see for awhile. Hahaha, also in of the pictures, we were talking about whether we should go where and when to eat I guess. :D We have to take breaks too don't we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiApCdC7I/AAAAAAAAADs/-kiS7mI-9XE/s1600-h/DSC_1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233572005136894898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiApCdC7I/AAAAAAAAADs/-kiS7mI-9XE/s320/DSC_1121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiBCEzCDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CP5CZah22A0/s1600-h/DSC_1123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233572011857610802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiBCEzCDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CP5CZah22A0/s320/DSC_1123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiBCebvWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D1ZkRZbG01E/s1600-h/DSC_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233572011965136226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiBCebvWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D1ZkRZbG01E/s320/DSC_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhp0R3AgI/AAAAAAAAADU/ESkLQosTpWM/s1600-h/DSC_1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571613017309698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhp0R3AgI/AAAAAAAAADU/ESkLQosTpWM/s320/DSC_1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhkWfEryI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xd9FaZ70k84/s1600-h/DSC_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571519120322338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhkWfEryI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xd9FaZ70k84/s320/DSC_1110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhebSijcI/AAAAAAAAADE/HkbGj0fY5AQ/s1600-h/DSC_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571417330716098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhebSijcI/AAAAAAAAADE/HkbGj0fY5AQ/s320/DSC_1109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhW_ODkdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wd6y973Vafk/s1600-h/DSC_1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571289536631250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhW_ODkdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wd6y973Vafk/s320/DSC_1108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my face looked orgasmic in one of the pictures, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhR2asj5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8j-5k72X_VY/s1600-h/DSC_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571201274384274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhR2asj5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8j-5k72X_VY/s320/DSC_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhOAg6BmI/AAAAAAAAACs/diZ2JfszLv8/s1600-h/DSC_1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571135265310306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhOAg6BmI/AAAAAAAAACs/diZ2JfszLv8/s320/DSC_1103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhIOq8eiI/AAAAAAAAACk/fx-yPppdkME/s1600-h/DSC_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233571035986295330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFhIOq8eiI/AAAAAAAAACk/fx-yPppdkME/s320/DSC_1090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFg5fRZLPI/AAAAAAAAACc/dnLXsIdx4m0/s1600-h/DSC_1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233570782744489202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFg5fRZLPI/AAAAAAAAACc/dnLXsIdx4m0/s320/DSC_1089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFggMpPqwI/AAAAAAAAACU/7N7XLGl2-Ww/s1600-h/DSC_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233570348247526146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFggMpPqwI/AAAAAAAAACU/7N7XLGl2-Ww/s320/DSC_1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgXAdsxJI/AAAAAAAAACM/C4oQjcluIuA/s1600-h/DSC_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233570190359053458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgXAdsxJI/AAAAAAAAACM/C4oQjcluIuA/s320/DSC_1082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other two people in one of the pictures here would be Christine and erm erm erm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgQJa_j_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EkQR7hlJBIs/s1600-h/DSC_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233570072504537074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgQJa_j_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EkQR7hlJBIs/s320/DSC_1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sheesh, I forgot, damn eet, sorry d00d. When I remember, I'd change it.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're from Catholic High. Oh yeah, there's Jarene smiling like a retard! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgK4KHtHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fU_brBOzPbc/s1600-h/DSC_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233569981971018866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgK4KHtHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fU_brBOzPbc/s320/DSC_1080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgG41q1WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3gE1PS4snY/s1600-h/DSC_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233569913434199394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFgG41q1WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3gE1PS4snY/s320/DSC_1081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFfqwP4kQI/AAAAAAAAABs/iTna0Bnv7ZY/s1600-h/DSC_1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233569430091895042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFfqwP4kQI/AAAAAAAAABs/iTna0Bnv7ZY/s320/DSC_1108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-5264547339934910401?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5264547339934910401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5264547339934910401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5264547339934910401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5264547339934910401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-of-me-thanks-to-phylis-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKFiAeUBfFI/AAAAAAAAADc/2cSs1-Yx7QU/s72-c/DSC_1117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-2554580835861361909</id><published>2008-08-11T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:00:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBTXasc8NI/AAAAAAAAABk/3glV3S1vOlA/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233274428772380882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBTXasc8NI/AAAAAAAAABk/3glV3S1vOlA/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBS57ZyrUI/AAAAAAAAABc/zzqaGbKV6Sg/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273922156408130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBS57ZyrUI/AAAAAAAAABc/zzqaGbKV6Sg/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBSVVwfjII/AAAAAAAAABU/G1WIyEmmTaI/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273293575785602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBSVVwfjII/AAAAAAAAABU/G1WIyEmmTaI/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBILYednlI/AAAAAAAAABM/zGooYdGWak0/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233262127390498386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBILYednlI/AAAAAAAAABM/zGooYdGWak0/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBHEtTjxpI/AAAAAAAAABE/F8t7Dxd-DjY/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233260913211197074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBHEtTjxpI/AAAAAAAAABE/F8t7Dxd-DjY/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBGqccKF4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pNhja0_rTvA/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBFveG9qAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r6dYWrKE0Ok/s1600-h/FREE+HUGS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233259448842954754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" height="302" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBFveG9qAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r6dYWrKE0Ok/s320/FREE+HUGS.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha, today was awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;Though many of the people who said they wanted to join in, didn't turn up at all.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed, even if I did it alone, a hug would've made me realise I wasn't alone at all. (:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did it till 8pm, whereas the others took breaks non-stop while I continued giving off free hugs. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy now, I know I've been made fun of, but who cares. Most people know that these hugs are meant to make people feel better, that's the whole point of it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better after giving off the hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long day, but the main point was, I got interviewed by a Internation MTV Journalist called Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me for my number, in case she wanted to do a interview on me for the free hugs campaign. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Phylis, Jarene, Christine, Tyler, Gwyneth(for the delicious brownies too), Ding Jie, Ling Ling &amp;amp; Anis.&lt;br /&gt;Also the bunch of China people that joined in for a little while! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've got loads more of the photos, which I might be taking my time to upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D I'm off to bed naozx, goooooooooood night everyone (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahaha, also, I think I hugged at least 150 people today, that's good for the first time, no? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People called me an angel/good boy. For doing this, fooo.&lt;br /&gt;That made my day even more! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2554580835861361909?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2554580835861361909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2554580835861361909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2554580835861361909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2554580835861361909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha-today-was-awesome-d-though-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SKBTXasc8NI/AAAAAAAAABk/3glV3S1vOlA/s72-c/IMG_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-5934543046016805622</id><published>2008-08-10T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:40:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha, :D&lt;br /&gt;It's tomorrowwwwwwwwwww, remember everyone!&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet up at 1pm right outside Orchard MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Get to know each other before doing the campaign, I've decided, most probably I'd just tell all of you to go around wherever you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, remember okay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also, I saw this about free hugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In this place, there is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In this place, there are smiles and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To find this place, you need not money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You just need a little courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look around and see your friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;To share the love.&lt;br /&gt;A hug to make someone feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-5934543046016805622?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5934543046016805622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5934543046016805622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5934543046016805622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5934543046016805622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha-d-its-tomorrowwwwwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8438950252288907828</id><published>2008-08-09T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:55:34.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahah, anyway, I've thought about it just now, talked with Tyler about it. Maybe we'd go around Marina/Esplanade with free hug signs tomorrow too! :D&lt;br /&gt;But of course Monday's on, it's never off. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8438950252288907828?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8438950252288907828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8438950252288907828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8438950252288907828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8438950252288907828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore-d-hahah-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2648277149363306660</id><published>2008-08-07T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:16:54.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SJrJ9YYSTAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mq-soWeQVQc/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231715973497768962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SJrJ9YYSTAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mq-soWeQVQc/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha, today. I made my signs with the help of Anis. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's all hand done, &amp;amp;no templates.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, There you go everyone, it should look something like theeeeeeseeeee few signs. I know it's pretty ugly, at least it can be seen clearly right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking forward to see everyone on Monday, most probably, areas will NOT be assigned. Just walk around :D Seperately, but I'd love to know every single one of you as my fellow free hugger friends first. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2648277149363306660?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2648277149363306660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2648277149363306660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2648277149363306660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2648277149363306660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SJrJ9YYSTAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mq-soWeQVQc/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-5127792084385225609</id><published>2008-08-06T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:48:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone think that this is a chance to take advantage of anyone. Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;We're doing this to make people feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's more, it is scientifically proven, so don't insult. Go out, get a real picture of why Singaporeans need hugs.&lt;br /&gt;A hug can make someone happier, &amp;amp;brighten up their day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, also, people participating in this campaign.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be only making at most 10 FREE HUGS Signs, so I'd suggest, you all prepare to use a little money to get a huge vanguard sheet, to write FREE HUGS. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world, including you.&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone is interested, I wouldn't mind a few people participating as camera-man. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's a day for us all to remember, no? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to join this FREE HUGS CAMPAIGN. For, I'm sure, you'll have a fantastic day if you join it (:&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel really good, so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;If you need a hug, I'm here. *open arms*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Lastly, the time would be 1:00pm(Unchanged). &amp;amp;The meeting point would be right outside Orchard MRT.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I'll count the original number of people there, &amp;amp;assign everyone in pairs or triples.&lt;br /&gt;To different areas of Orchard :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One big human family in this world,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to care about that family,&lt;br /&gt;The way we all care about our own family.&lt;br /&gt;We are no much different,&lt;br /&gt;We are borned,&lt;br /&gt;We all die.&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp;amp; Whites,&lt;br /&gt;We're all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-5127792084385225609?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5127792084385225609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5127792084385225609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5127792084385225609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5127792084385225609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-think-that-this-is-chance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2543032285943893586</id><published>2008-08-05T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:50:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE HUGS CAMPAIGN. 11th AUGUST 2008. A MONDAY, that we should all embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The soul purpose of this would be, is to brighten up another's day with a hug. I've thought of organizing a free hug campaign! In Singapore, around Orchard road, on 11th August 2008.Most likely, the time I'll be there would be at 1:00pm.Afterall, it's 2days after Singapore's Birthday! All the more we should spread the love!So about me, I'm 16 this year, but I'm really keen on making other people happy. Though it will be my first time. I know I'll have a fantastic day!So if anyone else wants to join me &amp;amp; my friends, please feel free to add me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Fabian_752@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fabian_752@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We will be able to discuss about it on MSN, which is easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please take it into consideration everyone. &amp;amp;Yes, I'm dead serious on this.&lt;br /&gt;Have you all ever thought, how nice it would be, if you could hug a stranger &amp;amp; know that you brightened up their day?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it'll make you feel happy deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2543032285943893586?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2543032285943893586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2543032285943893586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2543032285943893586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2543032285943893586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/soul-purpose-of-this-would-be-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6971119626396974571</id><published>2008-08-02T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:55:33.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been too lazy to blog these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been too tiring too, hah. Anyway, yesterday was pretty alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went to watch Money Not Enough 2, and it was pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But seemed against the government, hahaha. With all the insults and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I'll sing a birthday song to Songwen. LOL, not. Just type it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to Songwennnnnnnnnn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you're 16, finally. &amp;amp;I'm not, damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liar liar pants on fire, hanging from a telephone wire!(It just sounds cool, so I said it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll talk about his celebrations later. :D&lt;br /&gt;When I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6971119626396974571?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6971119626396974571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6971119626396974571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6971119626396974571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6971119626396974571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-too-lazy-to-blog-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-7013474972576934188</id><published>2008-07-30T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:37:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't point to people randomly. Trust me, I have my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-7013474972576934188?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7013474972576934188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=7013474972576934188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7013474972576934188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7013474972576934188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-point-to-people-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8336661223200783201</id><published>2008-07-29T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:47:34.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Two-faced mother fuckers. :D&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say today.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, today's Chemistry test, I've officially screwed it. &amp;amp;I won't be suprised if I fail for it. Haha, if not, why say "screwed it"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So now, the song dedication for the Two-faced mother fuckers! :D&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for this song dedication you bunch of ingrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D3Z5to1z6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D3Z5to1z6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're no better,&lt;br /&gt;Reflect yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Think, what makes you think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're greater than others.&lt;br /&gt;Thick-skinned, lying, motherfucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8336661223200783201?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8336661223200783201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8336661223200783201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8336661223200783201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8336661223200783201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-faced-mother-fuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-218957781079293608</id><published>2008-07-28T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:51:50.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hmmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today was amazingly scary. Hafizah came to school, still not completely fine from HFMD(Hand-Food-Mouth Diesease). Then, when Miss Loh came to know about her being in school, still ill with the diesease. She hurried over to my literature class, to send her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only main point today was that, the social problems we have in our class. Well, all according to Miss Loh. She's upset with the fact that, even though they have gotten a high contagious diesease. They still came to school, not knowing the fact that they are actually getting more people into what they have. HFMD is a diesease that has killed small children, so why not able to kill adults? Who knows. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, she's really upset with the fact that people like Sarasvathy &amp;amp; Hafizah, came to school even with HFMD. Hafizah is actually alright from the effects of the diesease, but due to the scars on her hands &amp;amp; all, from the diesease. Miss Loh has taken precaution to send her home. But after that, in class, most of us felt the itch getting on to us even though the class has ventilation &amp;amp; not depending on aircons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this, maths has been cancelled, so has Amaths, due to the fact that the bacteria is still around the class, so during the time we were supposed to have Maths/A-Maths, the whole class was being disinfected. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, it's pretty scary seeing how painful it is to have HFMD. I don't want tooooooooooooooooo get eeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so yea, okay. I've got the album by The Used, Lies For The Liars, and The Used, their EP.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I heard the song, Liar Liar(Burn In Hell).&lt;br /&gt;I found it pretty cool, so yezx, here's a empty video but with the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Also I just managed to get Death Star, the lastest album by DGD(Dance Gavin Dance). Hell yez, it's better than anything they've done.&lt;br /&gt;Includin the demo tracks, Attack of the Dashing Young &amp;amp; Bold &amp;amp; The Rain In Vietnam (The Robot Vs. Heroin Battle Of Vietnam Demo).&lt;br /&gt;Both of their demo tracks are really good. Go youtube them to hear them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Of4uMQI-gnw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Of4uMQI-gnw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Zoloft,&lt;br /&gt;Get along real fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just like professors,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Their invention,&lt;br /&gt;Robots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-218957781079293608?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/218957781079293608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=218957781079293608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/218957781079293608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/218957781079293608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmm-today-was-amazingly-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6767359693752475889</id><published>2008-07-26T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:37:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell yes, I found a few new bands (:&lt;br /&gt;Four Letter Lies &amp;amp; Fair Fight. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, today, I was actually thinking, i'd stay at home the wholeeeeee day.&lt;br /&gt;But I texted Shan Qi rather he wanted to go play billard today, so since he was at his grandma house. We went, met up at 5:00p.m. Tian Haur &amp;amp; WeeLong went too. So yez, we did play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lau, you know. I was winning actually, but FOULED all the way, damnit. &amp;amp;Lost the most expensive match ._.&lt;br /&gt;$8, with WeeLong. So now he owes me $4, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;So I went off home earlier than them as I had to come home &amp;amp; take care of my sister ._.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate being a baby-sitter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk, Up the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;Through the door, to find a light is beaming,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;down across her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;It's so she need's to say,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'll feel fine, all the moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Has led to this, which's is all worth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6767359693752475889?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6767359693752475889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6767359693752475889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6767359693752475889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6767359693752475889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome-ness_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8644039988930118547</id><published>2008-07-23T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:59:20.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SIc3skK9_7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s0OdopFeWgw/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226207131350204338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SIc3skK9_7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s0OdopFeWgw/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SIc21jAPlVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HHCeFvO9xtU/s1600-h/IMG_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226206186143978834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SIc21jAPlVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HHCeFvO9xtU/s320/IMG_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;It's just Fauxhawk, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Got caught by Miss Jarina today. So I went to "cut" my fringe. Hahaha, I didn't do anything to eet, but instead, "shaved" off my sideburns and the back into a "V" shape. Well, near V that is.&lt;br /&gt;My fringe's thinner now, so I'll be able to use gel to place it up &amp;amp; not get caught anymore. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So ehhhh, the right's the front and the top, whereas the left is the uneditted back.&lt;br /&gt;It's not properly spiked up though, but hell.&lt;br /&gt;I won't care much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I know I look like a bengzx in the right picture, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But I usually smile okay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm emo, that's why I have the fringe covering my eyes *rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm not. Ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing I hated today, was mainly just standing on the hall ._.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing people say, GO HOME CUT, GO HOME CUT!&lt;br /&gt;What, my fringe longest means must torture me? You know how embrassing that was.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever, at least I still have my fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8644039988930118547?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8644039988930118547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8644039988930118547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8644039988930118547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8644039988930118547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome-nah.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SIc3skK9_7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s0OdopFeWgw/s72-c/IMG_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-615464196493326528</id><published>2008-07-21T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:02:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SISWl3l7soI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qv1NKM7X73g/s1600-h/DSC002432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467044978995842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SISWl3l7soI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qv1NKM7X73g/s320/DSC002432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yay, the simplest pleasure of life.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Guns N' Roses MV! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, this is good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you Anis. For taking a snapshot of me. Heh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was taken when I went out with my Malay classmates to watch Batman : Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun, haha, cept the fact that everyone had dates D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-615464196493326528?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/615464196493326528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=615464196493326528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/615464196493326528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/615464196493326528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-simplest-pleasure-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SISWl3l7soI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qv1NKM7X73g/s72-c/DSC002432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-251958613650191335</id><published>2008-07-21T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:51:44.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, 21st July 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stressful day, haha, ultimately. Tomorrow too, I had to stay back an extra hour even though after SSP. Hahaha, for not doing my literature homework.&lt;br /&gt;Man, she got so fierce for the first time. Freaky when she screamed at us &amp;amp; told us to rot outside the class, &amp;amp;not to do the homework we owed, cause we'd have to stay back to do her work till 5.00p.m anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for today, was supposed to go do Social Studies homework with Joachim and Kok Chai, but we were all too tired to move out of the house, when we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, doomed. I did my physics &amp;amp; d&amp;amp;t, amazingly. But looking at the paper, I've completely no thoughts on how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so confusing, hahahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Someone introduced to me a new band today, &amp;amp;the vocalist's voice is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really impressed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvaxTz9GESQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvaxTz9GESQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's Bedlight for Blue Eyes! :D Hear this song out, it's not all hXc like Exile &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is just, calm.&lt;br /&gt;Well, good bye to everyone for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My memories will,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never lose to time,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'll make you.&lt;br /&gt;Proud of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-251958613650191335?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/251958613650191335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=251958613650191335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/251958613650191335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/251958613650191335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-21st-july-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3027340184331177510</id><published>2008-07-20T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:01:00.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had fun yesterday. Loads of it. Well, cept the fact I was feeling like the odd one out. Haahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the best song EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's the best of the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, I'll post about Saturday 19th 2008 some other time. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to go to sentosa though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3027340184331177510?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3027340184331177510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3027340184331177510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3027340184331177510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3027340184331177510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha-i-had-fun-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8972775616957876582</id><published>2008-07-18T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:57:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talked to FeeFee with webcam and all just now. from around 11:10p.m onwards.&lt;br /&gt;But now FeeFee went to bed already as she has training early in the morning tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, back to blogging about today. During school's character development period, I played Chinese Chess with Sherwin, &amp;amp; WON. HAH, IN YOUR FACE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school, we went off to eat at Mac' Donalds. Eaten, talked to ShanQi about tomorrow's trip to Sentosa to play beach volleyball. &amp;amp;What to do later in the evening. We decided to go Ang Mo Kio Hub to play billard. As nearly every usual Friday. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So played finish, I had to rush home cause my little sister was hungry. &amp;amp;there wasn't any thing considered dinner for her at home to eat. I went to buy Mc Chicken Burger for her &amp;amp; some sweets. Rushed to the interchange and managed to take the 73. Reached home and gave her the burger to eat. Hahah, she amazingly thanked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, about 8:00p.m++ FeeFee wanted me to come online, I would've anyway. Went online, talked there, kept talking and all, and around 11:00p.m. I think she randomly just said she wanted to hear me sing, cause she wanted to laugh at my GAY voice. Evil, much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I sang for her since she felt a little down &amp;amp; all. &amp;amp;I asked, I can see from the webcam that you are on the brink of crying(I think that was what I said, I forgot). So she said, I was about to cry, before. So I questioned her, "before?"&lt;br /&gt;She said :"Before you started singing."&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, WOA, she didn't say something mean for the first timeee, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaahhaha. Then she said I was auntie cause I asked her to sleep early ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then later, when she was going off, she said sleep early. So I said, you're a auntie what!&lt;br /&gt;She pointed me a __&lt;br /&gt;I got pwnz0r3d. Hahahaha, not really though.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for today. YAY, tomorrow. Sentosa, finally again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think that the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I'm everything I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8972775616957876582?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8972775616957876582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8972775616957876582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8972775616957876582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8972775616957876582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahah-i-talked-to-feefee-with-webcam.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8926845752403725667</id><published>2008-07-17T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:42:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, for today, I did nothing much. Actually, today was the usual school day. Yez, with irritating D&amp;amp;T stuff to draw that's all. Today was just a tad bit special, NO SSP! :D That would be all, went to eat with guys. Later on, took a bus home. When the rest went off to near Serangoon Central area to play soccer. I wanted to just lie down to appreciate some acoustic music, so yez, I didn't go play soccer. &amp;amp;As usual, they made fun of me cause of not going to play with them. What's wrong not going to play soccer? Obviously nothing, but oh well. They wanted to insult me &amp;amp; all. I would just let them do it as usual, it's always been like this for 4 years. They've pretty much not changed at all. I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing. But still, if it makes them feel better about themselves when insulting me. I don't mind, seriously. After all, I've always been used to this since I've grown accustomed to the insults in school. I'm lucky there are people around me that will listen to my emotional rants &amp;amp; all. Like Chee Sen and Shan Qi, thank you, both of you. Hahaha, Chee Sen, I must have really scared you when I got so emotional for the first time in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;But duh, there is always a point where a certain person can no longer bottle up the anger they have kept inside. &amp;amp;Needs to release them by just talking to someone about how they feel about others.&lt;br /&gt;Call it backstabbing partially, but everything is based on facts. Unlike them, I would rant on them, using descriptions that already is the truth. Rather than creating lame jokes, &amp;amp; all, to give themselves a laugh. Call me an asshole, cause I know I am one. But are you better? I doubt so. If you make fun of my image, how better are you compared to me? Not a tad bit better at all, sir.&lt;br /&gt;For all of you to know, this words are spoken to not just 1 person. But all in general. I've always not insulted all of you, if I did, it would be cause I think you've crossed the line, &amp;amp; also cause I think I'm no different from you, &amp;amp; not any better. So I don't have a position to curse, swear, and insult you based on your intelligence, looks &amp;amp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are 16years old now, any time soon, which would be really soon. We would get into JCs and Polytechnics. It's time to grow up now guys, really. It's just not cool to insult people so much about how they look anymore, be it jealously or cause you just hate them. It's time to act your age, everyone. We're 16year old kids.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this words are written down cause it makes me feel better to say this, rather than just scolding people.&lt;br /&gt;If you're unhappy with what I said, sure. Be unhappy, but actually. I was just letting off some steam off my chest. Cause I think I've "tanked" enough insults to be allowed to say all of this right now. So say I'm emotional, say I'm a scene kid, say I'm gay. In the end, does ganging up on your OWN friend and insulting him make you feel powerful? If it does, your a loser, much. Compared to what a loser I am, you would be worst now wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, 16 year olds. I think we would be the most childish bunch of 16years old around, cause I've never seen other 16 year olds act the way we do, wherever we are. Trust me, what I say are all the truth &amp;amp; if you think I'm saying about you, I just might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sS6Y3hf57KY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sS6Y3hf57KY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So here's a song by Relient K. Who I am hates Who I've Been, it's his acoustic version of his normal song. It's pretty good, that I have to admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It pretty much means a lot, it's included in his new album, &amp;amp; also in Punk Goes Acoustic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enjoy the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;where I am, cause then you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;my heart in the saddest day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;it's ever been,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;this is no place to try,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8926845752403725667?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8926845752403725667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8926845752403725667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8926845752403725667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8926845752403725667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/fed-up-well-for-today-i-did-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-7653051849121835718</id><published>2008-07-16T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:16:57.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh Huh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today was pretty much boring. Hahaha, went to KFC at Rivervale Plaze today to eat my lunch, and then went home, other than that, nothing much to say already uh.So yes, today I listened to another acoustic version of the song by Relient K. The song is Who I am hates Who I've been.It pretty much describes how I feel. Cause I do hate what I've always been, &amp;amp; I pretty much am better than who I've been, but I still hate myself a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm sorry that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it took me so long to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm sorry that,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to hold you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-7653051849121835718?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7653051849121835718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=7653051849121835718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7653051849121835718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7653051849121835718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/uh-huh-today-was-pretty-much-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8673965532811577072</id><published>2008-07-15T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:22:29.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oobDQ0vdm8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oobDQ0vdm8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The most awesome-est song in the century our parents used to live their youth. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;It rules, I loveeeeeeeeeee Slash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today, I brought my PSP to school. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, I played God Of War,&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck, hahaha, so I paused and went to school to ask Aufa.&lt;br /&gt;So yez, I got over it with his help in what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Now I'm stuck cause the minotaur and hell archers are raping my 455. Damnzx, I don't care about it anymore, I'll play with it after I cool down from being pissed. So yes, damn you spartan modeeeeeeeee of God Of War! *makes fist and shakes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hell yes, My Sweet O' Child rocks, hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Slash rules! I can't help but saying it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeea, today, Joachim borrowed a pair of spectacles(with no degree) from Hui Xuan, and wore eeet. He looked funny, hahahah. So I decided to try eeet, I wore eet, and after Hui Xuan took a picture with Joachim when he wore the spectacles, hahaha. She saw me wearing eeet, so she took a picture with me when I was drinking my bubble tea. D:&lt;br /&gt;It made me look totally emo! I WANT THAT PICTURE OF MEEEEEEEEE EMO-ING!&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;We shook  hands.&lt;br /&gt; Took a ride on  the steeds of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;To run to the end of the underworld, to stop darkness of ruling,&lt;br /&gt;The earth once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8673965532811577072?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8673965532811577072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8673965532811577072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8673965532811577072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8673965532811577072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-awesome-est-song-in-century-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-1994440086511471723</id><published>2008-07-14T16:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:18:14.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, for the day of 13th July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Honestly, yesterday, I felt really helpless after I listened to a song, Three Cheers for Five Years by Mayday Parade. Cause, it made me think so much on the way home from VivoCity. Before the emo-ing reasons are out, I'll talk about how lousy Red Cliff is.&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Red Cliff is also known for the Battle of Chi Bi &amp;amp; That was why I wanted to watch it. So yes, I got the tickets, went in to watch with my brother while my mum and sister went to watch Hellboy(they said it was pretty good).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*SPOILERS ARE COMING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, you've been partially warned, hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is what happens, mainly, it would be to watch for the main battle. The Battle of Chi Bi. BUT, the show was about minor battles before the battle of Chi Bi. &amp;amp;That's when I got really upset, cause, they only showed what they were going to do, but never showed the war yet. Fancy wasting 2hour++ of my time, to see the preparations for the main thing I wanted to watch, what's worst. We paid $10 for eeeeeeeeeet, like, wtfux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so they said in the end, every formation has a weakness, no matter what it is, we just have to know it. So in the end, Zhuge Liang sends off his pigeon to do some "scouting". It gets back, they show a map full of the enemy ships on top of it. &amp;amp; does one thing, just lights the center boat on fire. Bham, they placed 3 fcuking stupid shit words on the screen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awesome! I wasted my life watching Red Cliff when there wasn't even much nice battles. Only there was one nice one, the rest were boring. It was then the Zhuge Liang decided to use the Ba Gua(It comes from a tortoise's shell, not the food Ba Gua) formation. &amp;amp;Traps the enemy in sections and slowly kills them off, as they let the generals like Guan Yu&amp;amp;Zhou Yu out to fight and all. Which was pretty funny, it looked like it was a game. Slowly unleashing each boss and all. Hahahaha. Level 1, then level 2, then to level 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, okay. Spoiler's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emo-ing reason was that, the song, made me realize what a loser I must've been all this while. I don't go out with friends, I don't study. I don't do anything, I don't have a life. Also, it made me think, how nice would it be if I were to fall in love with someone nice. Someone so real, I could actually hug. Rather than a girl that will always be wasted on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It honestly made me depressed cause, like. I was thinking even if I were to love someone, that person wouldn't want to be my priority right?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm such a douche bag, loser, asshole &amp;amp; all. I'm not close to being nice at all, am I? So what's the reason for a person to even like/love me? Fact is. Ans: None, that's why Fabian doesn't feel any love.&lt;br /&gt;After thinking awhile, I've realized how much I long for someone I can lean on, for me to be someone else's priority, &amp;amp;for that someone to be my priority too. Other than studying &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know any girls, they don't talk to me, I don't talk to them, cause Idk what nice words I would say. Only a few nice friends would talk to me, &amp;amp;accompany me throughout the day, other than that, no one. It's always me, trying to talk to them via sms, msn. But they never ever do reply me, do they?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, irony much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;July 14 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realized if you type "July", you can also type "Hulk" easily, hahaha, lamezor.&lt;br /&gt;So today, we got back our maths test marks on algebra &amp;amp; as expected I failed badly. The reason for the amazing failure in maths would be, I didn't have the time and was too busy thinking about other things than a small minor test. Which now, has officially made me work harder for maths too.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I got 10/40. It's the first time I even failed a maths test. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for today. I'm really sorry for not being able to go play Billard with you guys. My dad got home unexpectedly early, &amp;amp;he wouldn't let me out even when I promised that I'd be back fro dinner. Ah well, sorry SQ, QX &amp;amp; guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what happened today, the more interesting part would be above I guess. Have fun reading on how emotional I am. Hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;At long last, it's just another night.&lt;br /&gt;Another dream wasted on you.&lt;br /&gt;Just stay, here now, against me.&lt;br /&gt;You know the words, so sing along with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-1994440086511471723?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1994440086511471723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=1994440086511471723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1994440086511471723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1994440086511471723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-for-day-of-13th-july-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4720880596132889239</id><published>2008-07-12T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:24:03.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awesome-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Damn it, I just cut myself again(Screw D&amp;amp;T). D:&lt;br /&gt;Damnzx, I suckzor.&lt;br /&gt;Will update later, going out at 7++ for pool. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Off to play my guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4720880596132889239?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4720880596132889239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4720880596132889239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4720880596132889239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4720880596132889239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3368909278587314600</id><published>2008-07-11T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:03:44.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've cut myself today badly in the Design &amp;amp; Technology room. With my finger's cut in really deeply. With the skin flapping around. Which hurts like hell when I wanna pull it off, damn that sucked. What happened was that, I was drilling a hole into a PVC, it suddenly got stucked onto the drill &amp;amp; amazingly flew up and when I moved my hand aside, it minorly cut my left hand, &amp;amp; cut deeply into my right thumb. Hell yes, that felt great. Seeing the blood ooze out when I wash it in the tap, during the adrenaline rush, it's pretty normal you don't feel anything. So yes, I didn't feel anything, Mr Peng was over there, rushing to take out antiseptic cream and plasters, while the blood continued oozing out(Pure Awesomeness).&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I went home, with parts of my D&amp;amp;T stuff to do tomorrow morning before going to school to touch up for D&amp;amp;T. Screw eeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;I went out today to AMK Hub, but first went to AMK Library, to see SQ doing his F&amp;amp;N, trust me he did do, as much as you &amp;amp; I don't believe our eyes. I went to find the storybook I've always wanted to read, but couldn't find it anywhere, so I guess I'll have to buy it at Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the Library closed at 9, &amp;amp;I was dying of hunger(I didn't eat dinner at all). So we walked out at 9.00pm to go get something to eat, we did. So later, Gerard, his girlfriend, &amp;amp; Tian Haur was waiting for us at K. Pool, so we hurried up to play.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, first match, I lost at 4th position ): So I had to pay, duh-uh. 2nd match, I wouldn't won at 2nd place, buttttttttt, I fouled when I hit the black ball wrongly ):&lt;br /&gt;Reducing my points from 29 to 22, which means Gerard's girlfriend won me by 4points. So thinking that I could still win, I accidentally "parked" for her the brown ball(4 points) &amp;amp; she scored in the ball, making her 30points, totally demorallizing me. So SQ, Tian Haur &amp;amp; Me, went to pay the table money. Which was 6.60 total for the 2nd match, damnzx.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I lost a total of freakingzx 4.20 for the stupid 1hour of billard! But well, it's worth for a training session, lolzor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, good night everyone. Including you my beloved diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment I held the key,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole world closed on me.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I ruled the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was the moment I lost my sanity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3368909278587314600?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3368909278587314600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3368909278587314600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3368909278587314600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3368909278587314600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-diary-ive-cut-myself-today-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8789570010671801064</id><published>2008-07-10T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:03:58.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahhaa, today, I stayed back to do d&amp;amp;t. &amp;amp;I just spent my whole day doing d&amp;amp;t I guess. Considering I came home after D&amp;amp;T, &amp;amp;again doing it at home. To make 3 pages for my cd rack for like 2hours(I think). O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently now, I'm laughing at the Teevee programme The Showdown. I've got to admit, the speakers are hilarious. Hahahah. This is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I read friendster &amp;amp; saw Wendy saying that she met an car accident and has a MC for 4days. I hope you're fineeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;You'd better be, so you can go help me find pokemon shirts some day(If you ever read this), hahahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I think I have nothing much to talk about today. Lol, cept the fact that today. I played God Of War on the PSP. &amp;amp;Hella loveddddddddd the awesome blood and all. :D&lt;br /&gt;The blood and fighting was awesome, so yes, I like it. I like gore, so whatttttt, big deal, Fabian's a sadist. That's good, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8789570010671801064?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8789570010671801064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8789570010671801064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8789570010671801064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8789570010671801064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha-hahhaa-today-i-stayed-back-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-1564061623681958004</id><published>2008-07-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:21:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWggPLXeOkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWggPLXeOkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-1564061623681958004?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1564061623681958004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=1564061623681958004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1564061623681958004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1564061623681958004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-6848273333254399503</id><published>2008-07-09T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:20:14.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woooooo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had Chinese Basic lessons today. &amp;amp;yez, it wwas fucking boring! :D That was about the whole day, today we had a test on algebra &amp;amp; for the first time ever, I did not have enough time to finish all the questions. D:&lt;br /&gt;So yehz, I had some blanks, doomed, I'll fail fo sho(for sure).&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was it, that was the day, boring? Of course it is, it's a school day, including chinese basic after school, how boring is that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! The most interesting thing today was that, Chinese Basic Lessons allowed us to watch the show Secret by Jay Chou, the piano thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The piano battle was hella interesting, other than that, it was pretty boring. Hahahah. Okay that's for today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Here's a new Music Video, on Pray for Plagues by Bring Me The Horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Vocalist hair is AWESOME, so silky-smooth(Zohan). Okay, so the lyrics are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pray for Plagues - Bring Me The Horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLYYYYYY!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just like Hollywood but laced in sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The sun goes down and so does she.The sun goes down and so does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sold out the love that she had left with a cut of the throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drinks all round on her before she strolls to the moat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The sun goes down and so does she.The sun goes down and so does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Count your fucking...Blessings!Come on!Count your blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because I'm counting every lie.Count your blessings,Because I'm counting every lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Counting every lie.Christ, I'm asking you for just one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm asking you for just one thingEradicate, this disease.Close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pray for plagues. Oh Lord cleanse this eart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And bring upon our doomsday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Close your eyes.Pray for plagues.Cleanse this earthAnd bring doomsday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just like Hollywood but laced in sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The sun goes down and so does she.The sun goes down and so does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So clap your hands to the soundOf everyone first born dying now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watch the rivers flow with blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Death with stand were life once stood[x3]Close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pray for plagues.Cleanse this earthBring our doomsday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6848273333254399503?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6848273333254399503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6848273333254399503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6848273333254399503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6848273333254399503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/woooooo-i-had-chinese-basic-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-1749502212303390066</id><published>2008-07-08T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:07:32.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SHNzJhk8cnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iI1bfQ2aCLE/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220643000521880178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SHNzJhk8cnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iI1bfQ2aCLE/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure awesomeness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-1749502212303390066?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1749502212303390066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=1749502212303390066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1749502212303390066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/1749502212303390066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-blend-of-lighting-and-contrast.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s48aQMOQT8s/SHNzJhk8cnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iI1bfQ2aCLE/s72-c/DSC00946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616826615080137632.post-6734270606637831039</id><published>2008-07-08T18:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:03:06.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holy shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm drop dead tired today, cause I hardly managed to catch some sleep yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably was cause I slept too late during the past few days, affecting the time "usual" sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. today was usual, had Chem practical lessons for ssp today, including Physics practical lessons during class time. &amp;amp;Went through the re-examination Physics paper during ssp. HELL YES! I got 47/65 for it, hahahaha. That means I got an A2, and FYI, the retest isn't the same paper as the exam one. So yes, it's an achievement for me. Well, not really though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was insane actually, I realised that if I did not do my Social Studies homework, which is the N' Level paper on the Three Gorges Dam project. I would get my name written down onto the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink Booklet,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in other words, I would have my parents called up and suffer a huge scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as mean as it is, I rushed my social studies during 35mins of English Period(Whole of it). I managed to finish A, B and D. I handed them up, with a blank on C. Giving an excuse as I don't know how to do, but actually, it was just cause I was too lazy to continue anymore. Okay, well, that's all for today. &amp;amp;Suddenly, I have the urge to find a decent girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, &lt;em&gt;fuck I'm desperate much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;admit I long for a really long term relationship with a normal girl that is femine. But it seems impossible for me to get a girl as I am right now. Everyone thinks I know really a huge bunch of girls, &amp;amp;I have a variety to choose from. Fact is, no, I don't talk to girls, I do. But I hardly talk to any, &amp;amp;No, I doubt any girl would like me cause I'm such a dirtbag and all.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of self-pitying. Off to talk about yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On 7th July 2008,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My beloved listener(cranky shit). I had truckloads of fun today. Except of the fact that Koh Bifang(Not my sister, she'd be an embarassment). Made me laugh like crazy, &amp;amp;embarassed me at the same time. Why? This is why, I called her a bitch for fun when we were waiting for the show to start. &amp;amp;She said, call me a bitch one more time, so I said:"Bitch!" Jiahan was sitting beside her with nuts. So she took one nut, and tried to stuff it up my nose. Like, zOMG! I was like, saying :"what the fuck!" Luckily, it didn't manage to go completely up my nose*laughs. It was a failure for her sadly, Jiahan started laughing like a tard, so I laughed at myself for not knowing that she'd do something as stupid as that. Hell yes, she's crazy. I knocked her on the head(Lightly, duh), and kept poking her and scolding her a crazy shit or something. Hahahaha, she said stop, so I did. Other than that, it was pretty fun and all, cept that we had to decide for at least half an hour or more. We stood outside the Nokia shop at the basement at Plaza Singapura, and hell. I looked up, I saw this girl. She kept staring at me, if I'm not wrong, I'd think she that she's someone I know, cause she seemed familiar. I'm guessing, she's Valerie? Okay, I think it was her, but I didn't do anything, she &amp;amp; her friends went down the escalator to where we were standing, &amp;amp; She &amp;amp; her friends were talking, they took glances at me I guess, since I doubt they knew anyone else among my current group I was with. Honestly, I thought I did something wrong to them or something. Cause I think I've always offended people by accidental bumps or something. *laughs, but I've never been in trouble with other kids.&lt;br /&gt;OH &amp;amp; HELL YES, there's this group of people. 2 guys and 3girls. Wow, when I and my friends were eating at the foodcourt upstairs, you know what they did, my dear diary? Since there were 5 people, and they were sitting on a table for 4, one of the guys was a "extra" shit and sat outside of nowhere, hell yes that was really easy to differ. No only did that ugly shit act all big with his arms like a typical gangster. He kept staring at my friends and I. Well, we stared back of course, well, not me though, cause at first, I didn't know who they were referring to. I know I'm slow, I blame it on my intellectual abilities, I lack social skills &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;So after awhile, I know who it was, but I didn't bother. Okay, we stood up and walked off, he looked at us, I turned back to clearly stare at him. Hah, he's funny. I wouldn't brag that I'm all brave and all, but I would certainly dare to stare at him. We went to pee and all, went up to wait for the girls to come and buy snacks for the movie&amp;amp;such. He walked past us, I guess I was the only one who noticed, so he looked at me, I looked at him, his girlfriend(I think). Pulled him along, but of course, he didn't stand still to look at me. He walked off slowly, so I continued looking at his direction(not staring). I was just appreciating my music actually, but I guess he thought I was staring, he kept taking glances backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Well, even if we were to have a fight, which I doubt we'd ever start it. Cause we aren't violent kids. We'd win fo sho. I'm sure you're asking why aren't you, my dear diary? It's cause we outnumber them, counting 2 girls as 1 guy, they would make 3.5 guys, which we have 6/7 guys, roughly being 2x of what they are. Oh well, that's all for that day &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I got a flu after bathing yesterday, today being the 8th of July.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, the tendency to talk to guys saying that why can't I have decent girlfriend which sums up to a long term relationship is starting again. *controls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anyone tell me a good free WMA to MP4 converter? &amp;amp;it's place to download it, I wanna place "You Don't Mess With The Zohan" &amp;amp; "Bruce Almighty" into my Ipood.&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow. All new fav. band is. Bring Me The Horizon! :D Pray for plagues RULZOR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I look into your polished eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I see a man, using a doll to represent his soul.&lt;br /&gt;A claw is a claw, no matter blunted or painted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-6734270606637831039?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6734270606637831039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=6734270606637831039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6734270606637831039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/6734270606637831039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-shit-im-drop-dead-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-5213159967335130142</id><published>2008-07-07T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:39:21.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to blog. Had fun today, &amp;amp;Bryan bet with me $10 on something, &amp;amp;lost.&lt;br /&gt; But didn't pay me in the end, chicken shit. Stupid excuses you give. Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, school's on tomorrow, till then. I'll talk about what happened today, when I get back from tomorrow.&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/3616826615080137632-5213159967335130142?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5213159967335130142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=5213159967335130142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5213159967335130142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/5213159967335130142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-too-tired-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2168543104115824674</id><published>2008-07-06T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:53:01.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I am back home finally. Well, today was pretty fun. I hate elaborating on it since I'm so tired. But I would like to say, today was good. Cept having to wait 1hour&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALONE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at Marche at Vivo City. Like wtfux, my mom and sister was busy shopping, while I was in the hot non-windy night sweatting my balls off(Marche had a ultime long line). I was supposed to queue up with my mom at 7:30p.m. But she went shopping and forgot what's called time management, and came over at 8:20. &amp;amp;considering I went there early to que, I queued more than an hour I think. I got fed up cause my mom always talks about being on time and all(Fancy her not doing what she talks most about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made an excuse saying, we were walking from the end of Vivo to here mah, that's why so long.&lt;br /&gt;Like, ._.&lt;br /&gt;It only took me like, 5mins to go from the arcade to the Marche, how long can she take? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah damn, I won't vent my anger anywhere, cause I'm supposed to be happy right now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought a awesome huge ass 42inch LCD TV. Yay, &amp;amp;Now I'm watching IronMan again on it. It's niceeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of today. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;I could have sworn I saw someone oh so pretty, that she looked so familiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, too bad I don't have the balls to do shitzor when I see people or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The face of a Man that longs to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His soul. Muttering about the moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We didn't even share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2168543104115824674?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2168543104115824674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2168543104115824674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2168543104115824674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2168543104115824674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahhahaha-i-am-back-home-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3023372867089757095</id><published>2008-07-05T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:27:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lyrics for, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NJ Falls Into The Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 am and we will stalk again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july. Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be. So speak your mind. (Dont folow, with your foot) All this pain here. (All comes from, your trial) I won't listen. (Your memory, is bleeding) My lies are faced with blue. Coming straight from off the wires. Southern face and drunken father. Crying as shes carving in her flesh. It's 4 am and we will stalk again. The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be. This falls on (All palm trees, and trash heaps). This burning bed (Where my eyes, will not sleep). Watching romance from a far, See bleeding from the glass on my feet. Learning I love the smell of flesh. It's 4 am and we will stalk again. The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be. An angel, on his two knees.  Arms stretched, toward a red sea Of violence, and assultry done. The scenic, view of carnage.  Caused by, the sore in his hands. The beauty resonates in birth. Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees.  Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet. But in this place, I'm choked by my own air. I love the taste, of your blackened lips. It's 4 am and we will stalk again. The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july. Deep in summer's eye,  Naked like the truth should always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yes, Happy Birthday to my now 17th year old brother, Varian Koh Hong De.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think I get to watch Hancock today. :D With family at Vivo City later on, it's better than nothing I guess. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, enjoy the song by Light This city, it's good. Really. Oh yes, I'll stop blogging now, till later in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3023372867089757095?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3023372867089757095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3023372867089757095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3023372867089757095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3023372867089757095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lyrics-for-nj-falls-into-atlantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-3096139630985493798</id><published>2008-07-05T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:30:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ach6NMEBJyU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ach6NMEBJyU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome live performance by the awesome band, Light This City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyricscafe.com/songs/l/lyrics_43857/song_lyrics_1932383.html"&gt;Lyrics for Exile - Light this City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-3096139630985493798?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3096139630985493798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=3096139630985493798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3096139630985493798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/3096139630985493798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome-live-performance-by-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-7386060468283158989</id><published>2008-07-04T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:36:19.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rawrrrr&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahahaha, today was pretty fun, cept I wasted 1 hour to go to Toa Payoh, and in the end, I was undeage to enter the stupid snooker room. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, in school today. Was really happy/weird/awesome. Cause my dearest Angie, gave me a cupcake saying:&lt;em&gt; "Hello Dearest❤ from unknown." Since she did that, obviously I wouldn't know who is it till she told me, or was it from someone else. I forgot.&lt;/em&gt; Okay, so the main point now is that. Here the story comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I went to buy 3cupcakes, 2 for Angie, and 1 for myself, since I thought. Since I'm such a total ungrateful asshole, no one would send me any cupcake or what so ever. So wanting to try out the cupcake, I ordered one to be delivered to my classroom, so I can eat in class. The name was empty too, so yeh, I expected a empty shit, and just a cupcake in it to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes, the delivery man with cupcakes. I took it without feeling suprised, but looking at the message on it, there it was. The one above. I got shocked and wondered who is it from, the only dearest I had was Angie. Hahaha, so after school, I went to find her and ask if she had the cupcake I sent her, she said, pretty telepathic huh. Cause, we both sent each other similar messages, cept that she has the ❤ sign behind, with the unknown and that I had a (: face with my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it's freaky but heyyyyyyyyyyyy, it shows that we were meant to be. (P.S We're not in a relationship.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*giggles. Today was fun after school too.&lt;br /&gt;We went to play pool at AMK Hub. Hahaha, me, Tian Haur, ShanQi &amp;amp; Weelong. I lost all the matches la, wtfux.&lt;br /&gt;I actually won the first round by 7points, but accidentally screwed up ._. losing. Being dismoralised, I again made another mistake, and totally lost everything.&lt;br /&gt;During the second match, being totally dismoralised, I totally gave up. So the chain of fouls continued in the second match, &amp;amp;I let Gerard take over me since I had no mood.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went to near Tian Haur's house to eat, WOW, it's nice and it was sooooooo cheap. A huge ass chicken chop with mashed potato and coleslaw and a bun for just $4.50. &amp;amp;the cheng teng there was only $1.20 for the usual sized bowl. Pretty cheap for the prices in other areas now I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's it for today (: I'll stop here already, wooohooo, I had so much to blog about today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suh-weet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the Sake of Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-7386060468283158989?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7386060468283158989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=7386060468283158989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7386060468283158989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7386060468283158989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/rawrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-7760024026322369723</id><published>2008-07-03T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:17:40.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/74R07UQaJyU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/74R07UQaJyU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling All Cars by Senses Fail. Old School, yet good. Be sure to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want it, talk to me in msn, I'll send it to you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-7760024026322369723?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7760024026322369723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=7760024026322369723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7760024026322369723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/7760024026322369723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/calling-all-cars-by-senses-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-2890841539567790182</id><published>2008-07-03T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:15:57.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Wooohooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;For the first time, I managed to reach home before 5.00p.m on a Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Suh-weeeeeet. Man, today was D&amp;amp;T SSP, I went to finish up my last part, but realised I still have my emblem(Maybe I won't do it), and another iron rod to bend properly again. Man, I promised myself to finish it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yes, I remembered that I have Social Studies Task 4 to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I still have no idea how to link people. hahaha, I'm sorry everyone. I'll link you all when I know how to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Lilo&amp;amp;Stitch now. Heehee, it's nice! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, as for what happened today. Hmmm, the most exciting thing today was during MT lessons, as I'm a epic phail in Chinese. I take Chinese Basics, yesyes. Mock me all you want. So at the classroom, Jiahan and others came into 4E2 classroom, with cards to play and all.&lt;br /&gt;Wen Chuan and her classmates also skipped the lesson and was in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much was exciting already. &amp;amp;I also have to do Physics now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off now, byebye. Anyway, I'll be posting a new music vid if I'm bored later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Regret will be your bride. So I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with my eyes closed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodbye, Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-2890841539567790182?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2890841539567790182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=2890841539567790182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2890841539567790182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/2890841539567790182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/wooohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4215186920514434043</id><published>2008-07-02T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:23:13.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufN6olJ3P8s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufN6olJ3P8s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, the video for Hey John, What's your name again? by The Devil Wears Prada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4215186920514434043?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4215186920514434043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4215186920514434043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4215186920514434043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4215186920514434043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/woo-video-for-hey-john-whats-your-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-8400859151825740594</id><published>2008-07-02T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:16:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mehhhhhhhhh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was one of most boring days of the week I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I actually blogged again, lolzor.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was a killer for school, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;. They fucking gave us two test in a day. Screw eet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;It was like, bloody racism shit for SS. &amp;amp;a poem which was pretty much easy. But I did not manage to complete my SS &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, after school, we went off to Compass Point again, &amp;amp;ate at Mc' Donalds. Well, another reason for going there would be to see Darren (amazingly)mugging, with the help of Mr Luo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the interesting things for today. Maybe I should post the poem since I've got nothing much to do, afterall, I'll be playing games later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*licks lips* Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Mummy's coming back with Curry Chicken Noodle, wooowooo. Good food's coming my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, for a nice WoW like game, head on to a new game made by YouXiLand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.returnofwarrior.com/"&gt;http://www.returnofwarrior.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;They have an event going on during the weekends. Having 2x EXP and DROP rate. Well, you guys can try it out if you want. Haha, it's really fun when you're high level enough to PvP people.&lt;br /&gt;More details on the game will be on the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Meh, I just changed my mind about posting the poem, too darn bored. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on A Skylit Drive, hurry up and release your bloody album "Wires".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I long to sing and dance with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Please come with me and let me show you that I know, that at times it may be hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where's the Underground Palace's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-8400859151825740594?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8400859151825740594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=8400859151825740594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8400859151825740594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/8400859151825740594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/meh-it-was-one-of-most-boring-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</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-3616826615080137632.post-4977605514898447887</id><published>2008-07-01T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:17:58.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rawrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my first time,&lt;/span&gt; making a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;A huge thank you to Nichell. For making the skin for me. d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was pretty much the usual. Going to school, listening to lessons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;half  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was considered a "School-Ends Later than Usual" day. Cause people had Amaths, and we had to wait till 3.00pm to attend our extra lessons. We ended at 5.00pm++ today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joachim, Song Wen &amp;amp; I went off to find Angie, Bifang, and Melody after the lessons. We just went there with an intention to actually just say "Hi" and "ByeBye" to them. But oh well, since they wanted to go to Compass Point, I &amp;amp; Joachim also went together with them. Melody went off home, since we decided to go to Compass Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angie supposively wanted to take Bus. No. 156 with us home. But in the end, she had to go off because she was rushing to tuition at Hougang Point.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I told her we just missed the bus. So she had no choice but to take the faster and more frequent bus No. 159.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I hope she'll have a safe trip to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If that bastard tries to touch her again, I'll freaking chop your little &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;peanut-like&lt;/span&gt; balls off. Including your &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eraser-sized&lt;/span&gt; penis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I realised how fun blogging is actually. I can actually curse all I want here! O:&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, my ranting area, suh-weet.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I should stop blogging now. It's gay, well, pretty gay. But not that gay till I won't blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I would wait four years just to feel you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3616826615080137632-4977605514898447887?l=i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4977605514898447887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3616826615080137632&amp;postID=4977605514898447887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4977605514898447887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3616826615080137632/posts/default/4977605514898447887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-eatairplanes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hellooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Where Myth Fades To Legends.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967935103260252753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
