<?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-9425051</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:30:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitaire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-116608543861545039?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/116608543861545039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=116608543861545039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116608543861545039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116608543861545039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/12/strangled-at-its-infancy-denied-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-116608466856636051</id><published>2006-12-14T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:24:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what do you mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-116608466856636051?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/116608466856636051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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when you cant quite match your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, more than you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're laughing at your own jokes now ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-116387073224346880?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/116387073224346880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=116387073224346880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116387073224346880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-116361214587875876?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/116361214587875876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=116361214587875876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116361214587875876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116361214587875876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-you-ill-be-there-for-you-these-five.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-116270386934217181</id><published>2006-11-05T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:17:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does it feel like whatever I have said has caused this to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I'm talking to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-116270386934217181?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/116270386934217181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=116270386934217181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116270386934217181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/116270386934217181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-does-it-feel-like-whatever-i-have.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-116170593653895072</id><published>2006-10-25T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:05:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what this means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is an update for all those that still bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure what I am trying to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-116170593653895072?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/116170593653895072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=116170593653895072' title='0 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/&gt;Misunderstand, we're holding hands,&lt;br /&gt;we're at the beach, we're throwing sand.&lt;br /&gt;As the lights just go up all around us,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mae&lt;br /&gt;goodbye goodnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115961571742809800?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115961571742809800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115961571742809800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115961571742809800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115961571742809800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-its-all-mindys-fault-but-im-hooked.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115944616538756036</id><published>2006-09-28T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:22:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happend to us&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt you stop me from turning out this way&lt;br /&gt;And know that I dont hate you&lt;br /&gt;And know that I dont want to fight you&lt;br /&gt;And know that I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;But right now I just &lt;s&gt;dont&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happend to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I heard that&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; its me we should blame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115944616538756036?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115944616538756036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115944616538756036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115944616538756036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115944616538756036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-happend-to-us-why-didnt-you-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115919668045531953</id><published>2006-09-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:04:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm okay, I really am now&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed some time, to figure things out&lt;br /&gt;Not telling lies, I'll be honest with you&lt;br /&gt;Still we don't know what's yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115919668045531953?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115919668045531953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115919668045531953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115919668045531953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115919668045531953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-okay-i-really-am-now-just-needed_25.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115911122132758546</id><published>2006-09-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:54:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;That's what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm torn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115911122132758546?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115911122132758546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115911122132758546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; so I still see your face, but its no longer pretty to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115876545774635066?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115876545774635066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115876545774635066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115876545774635066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115876545774635066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/09/hundred-days-have-made-me-older-since.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115726520121867945</id><published>2006-09-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:33:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>start studying roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;studybuddyanybody?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115726520121867945?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-115660703579311112</id><published>2006-08-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:43:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been living as a part-time christian for too long now.&lt;br /&gt;Its time I kicked those bad habits of mine and start living as a full-time christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me the courage to face my demons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115660703579311112?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115660703579311112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Can two best friends fighting for the same ideal become sworn rivals and bitter enemies in the process?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115616031456703152?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115616031456703152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115616031456703152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115616031456703152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115616031456703152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-two-best-friends-fighting-for-same.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115548244266230394</id><published>2006-08-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:20:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only august&lt;br /&gt;but it feels like december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't wait for this year to end&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115548244266230394?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-115505012282767142</id><published>2006-08-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:49:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rev. Martin Niemoller once wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First they came for the Communists,&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't speak up,&lt;br /&gt;because I wasn't a Communist.&lt;br /&gt;Then they came for the Jews,&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't speak up,&lt;br /&gt;because I wasn't a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;Then they came for the Catholics,&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't speak up,&lt;br /&gt;because I was a Protestant.&lt;br /&gt;Then they came for me,&lt;br /&gt;and by that time there was no one&lt;br /&gt;left to speak up for me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115505012282767142?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115505012282767142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115505012282767142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115505012282767142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115505012282767142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/08/rev.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115504993954308935</id><published>2006-08-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:12:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ghandi once said&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to believe in something and not to live it is dishonest"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true is it in our time that what we have is not always what we want.&lt;br /&gt;what we desire is not always what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115504993954308935?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115504993954308935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115504993954308935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115504993954308935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115504993954308935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/08/ghandi-once-said-to-believe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115504645519711263</id><published>2006-08-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:14:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those "loyal" readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115504645519711263?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115504645519711263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115504645519711263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115504645519711263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115504645519711263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-im-back-to-all-those-loyal-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115383370926972662</id><published>2006-07-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:21:49.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And I wonder if, I'm alone in your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115383370926972662?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115383370926972662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115383370926972662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115383370926972662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115383370926972662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-wonder-if-im-alone-in-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115374967626917759</id><published>2006-07-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:01:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they don't reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115374967626917759?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115374967626917759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115374967626917759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115374967626917759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115374967626917759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-dont-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115374883237581441</id><published>2006-07-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:47:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; I like walking in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;because then, no one can see me crying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jon&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115374883237581441?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115374883237581441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I don't see that smile from your face anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115367076753696672?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115367076753696672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115367076753696672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115367076753696672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115367076753696672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-see-that-smile-from-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115280053310619882</id><published>2006-07-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:22:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my closest friends are the furthest away from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115280053310619882?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115280053310619882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;img width="320" height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/lomo%20adventuree/lomoadventure008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lomoadventure.shutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the world,&lt;br /&gt;through the eyes &lt;br /&gt;of a fish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115177877412855888?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115177877412855888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115177877412855888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115177877412855888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115177877412855888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/07/see-world-through-eyes-of-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115168334796902735</id><published>2006-06-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:18:58.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aldous Huxley wrote in &lt;b&gt;Brave New World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One of the principal functions of a friend is to suffer(in a milder but symbolic form) the punishment that we should like, but unable, to inflict upon our enemies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we as friends suffer the consequences of this punishment, or are we inflicters of this pain onto others. &lt;br /&gt;Do we unknowingly suffer the pain of our friend's discord with others, or do we exert revenge onto our friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115168334796902735?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115168334796902735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115168334796902735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115168334796902735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115168334796902735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/06/aldous-huxley-wrote-in-brave-new-world.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115056408341404927</id><published>2006-06-18T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:25:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walt Disney once said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;All our dreams can come true - if we have the courage to pursue them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really have the courage in this age to pursue our dreams, dreams true only to us.   Dreams not diluted by our parent's desire nor orchestrated by society, but dreams fuelled by our own aspiration and passion. Or has society sapped away that courage from us, leaving us with a mindless body constricted to conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we still have the courage to pursue what we want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115056408341404927?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115056408341404927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115056408341404927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115056408341404927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/115056408341404927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/06/walt-disney-once-said-all-our-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-115039163177866568</id><published>2006-06-16T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:12:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>George Bernard Shaw once wrote in &lt;b&gt;Man and Superman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if both gaining and losing&lt;br /&gt;our hearts desire &lt;br /&gt;begets tragedy&lt;br /&gt;is our lives than&lt;br /&gt;but an episode&lt;br /&gt;of endless insatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would we than&lt;br /&gt;be doomed&lt;br /&gt;to be living in between&lt;br /&gt;what we want&lt;br /&gt;and what we cannot get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115039163177866568?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115039163177866568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115039163177866568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Keith Scott had told him in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Coach, I know you want some anwsers&lt;br /&gt;but what is the right answer&lt;br /&gt;because there is no answer&lt;br /&gt;there is just life&lt;br /&gt;only life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we search all our lives&lt;br /&gt;for the answer to our existence&lt;br /&gt;to the purpose behind our being&lt;br /&gt;all this to justify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;but is there really a right answer&lt;br /&gt;behind what we call life&lt;br /&gt;or is there only being&lt;br /&gt;without purpose&lt;br /&gt;in our lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115012804263459553?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115012804263459553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucas said in the 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; episode of &lt;b&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/b&gt; season 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are five stages to our grief&lt;br /&gt;denial&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;guilt&lt;br /&gt;depression&lt;br /&gt;acceptance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when faced with tragedy&lt;br /&gt;we sink into denial&lt;br /&gt;unable to accept the realtiy &lt;br /&gt;that has come upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we sink&lt;br /&gt;into the depths of anger&lt;br /&gt;blaming those&lt;br /&gt;who can be blamed&lt;br /&gt;and hating those&lt;br /&gt;who show no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following which&lt;br /&gt;we consume ourselves in guilt&lt;br /&gt;over what we did not do&lt;br /&gt;what we were going to do&lt;br /&gt;and what we never got to do&lt;br /&gt;and we blame ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that leads to &lt;br /&gt;the depression of the soul&lt;br /&gt;where everything is &lt;br /&gt;too happy for us&lt;br /&gt;and we're unable &lt;br /&gt;to accept the reality&lt;br /&gt;of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live within&lt;br /&gt;this depressive state&lt;br /&gt;till finally&lt;br /&gt;acceptance overwhelms us&lt;br /&gt;when we finally&lt;br /&gt;can face &lt;br /&gt;the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;of our world&lt;br /&gt;that remains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115012841709620532?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115012841709620532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=115012841709620532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See me as I really am&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws and sometimes I even sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we sometimes see people&lt;br /&gt;as such a perfect being&lt;br /&gt;that we come to expect&lt;br /&gt;so much more of them&lt;br /&gt;yet they still are&lt;br /&gt;human in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a result&lt;br /&gt;do we demand &lt;br /&gt;so much more&lt;br /&gt;from them&lt;br /&gt;that when they fail&lt;br /&gt;we look upon them as if&lt;br /&gt;they have committed a great sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we placed so much expectation &lt;br /&gt;onto our fellow man&lt;br /&gt;who ultimately are&lt;br /&gt;human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-115002514266251328?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-114976073548685980</id><published>2006-06-08T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:03:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In today's &lt;b&gt;Garfield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/ga060608.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we become so self-obessesed &lt;br /&gt;with the physical being&lt;br /&gt;that we constantly need&lt;br /&gt;to reassure ourselves&lt;br /&gt;that beauty is &lt;br /&gt;but only skin-deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we let &lt;br /&gt;the desire for&lt;br /&gt;physical beauty&lt;br /&gt;to take over us&lt;br /&gt;and cloud our judgement&lt;br /&gt;of what truly matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;have we become blind to the ills beneath the perfection of skin&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114976073548685980?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114976073548685980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114976073548685980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114976073548685980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114976073548685980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-todays-garfield-have-we-become-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114967137883287001</id><published>2006-06-07T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:03:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In today's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stone Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/stonesoup.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how role reversals occur&lt;br /&gt;as one grows with age&lt;br /&gt;what we do now to our parents&lt;br /&gt;onto us our children will do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words of Evie Stone&lt;br /&gt;tinge with plenty of irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isn't this cute, We're reliving a &lt;br /&gt;scene from your teen years&lt;br /&gt;only in reverse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day &lt;br /&gt;what we do &lt;br /&gt;to our parents&lt;br /&gt;they will do&lt;br /&gt;back on us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114967137883287001?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114967137883287001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114967137883287001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114967137883287001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114967137883287001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-todays-stone-soup-strange-how-role.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114959640258537784</id><published>2006-06-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:38:36.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matthew Caws wrote in &lt;b&gt;Inside of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know the last page so well&lt;br /&gt;I can't read the first&lt;br /&gt;So I just don't start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all&lt;br /&gt;experience something like this&lt;br /&gt;like that sense of deja vu&lt;br /&gt;where you know the ending of the story&lt;br /&gt;and you are so terrified by it&lt;br /&gt;that you give up altogether&lt;br /&gt;without even trying at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the question is&lt;br /&gt;do we challenge ourselves &lt;br /&gt;with what happens&lt;br /&gt;or do we reflect &lt;br /&gt;on the what ifs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114959640258537784?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114959640258537784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114959640258537784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114959640258537784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114959640258537784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/06/matthew-caws-wrote-in-inside-of-love-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114941006145518302</id><published>2006-06-04T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:34:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pete Townshend of The Who wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be the bad man&lt;br /&gt;To be the sad man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always make a big fuse&lt;br /&gt;whenever someone does something wrong&lt;br /&gt;but have they not wondered&lt;br /&gt;if that person&lt;br /&gt;was already reprimanding himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we too harsh on others &lt;br /&gt;when they have committed mistakes &lt;br /&gt;and are acknowledging of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we blow the issue out of propotion&lt;br /&gt;hence leading to flare ups&lt;br /&gt;with them being hard on themselves&lt;br /&gt;and us compounding the issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometime&lt;br /&gt;its better to keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;and let the matter&lt;br /&gt;resolve itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114941006145518302?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-114925939927632652</id><published>2006-06-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:58:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matthew Caws sang in Nada Surf's hit song &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inside of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wanna know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of love&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the gates,&lt;br /&gt;I see the beauty above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing whats it like&lt;br /&gt;to be inside of love&lt;br /&gt;can we really?&lt;br /&gt;will we ever know&lt;br /&gt;if those we care for&lt;br /&gt;really do love us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we really see beyond the flesh &lt;br /&gt;into the heart of a person&lt;br /&gt;and know for sure&lt;br /&gt;if we really are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm on the outside of love&lt;br /&gt;Always under or above&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way in&lt;br /&gt;I try again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114925939927632652?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114925939927632652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114925939927632652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114925939927632652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;But we both know you left me no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm counting the tears 'til I get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing this song for the umpteenth time made me realise &lt;br /&gt;sometimes you're so taken in someone&lt;br /&gt;and what you want&lt;br /&gt;may not be what the other wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what there is left for us&lt;br /&gt;but to move on&lt;br /&gt;and forget that past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can we really forget &lt;br /&gt;what we were so taken in by&lt;br /&gt;can we truly forget the moments we shared&lt;br /&gt;with that person we truly cared for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114898809401202244?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-114891619344087282</id><published>2006-05-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:56:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michelle Branch wrote in her hit song &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of all the things I believe in&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with&lt;br /&gt;tears form behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but I do not cry&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that past me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it seems that for all the things that we believe in,&lt;br /&gt;it is the ones that are closest to our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;that are the ones that hurt us the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is the same thing that we hold so dear to us&lt;br /&gt;that betray us of our feelings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there comes a point,&lt;br /&gt;where that thing you held so closely to your heart&lt;br /&gt;becomes so alien&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes you ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I even know you in the first place&lt;br /&gt;and was I ever in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114891619344087282?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114891619344087282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114891619344087282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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care&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is going right&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and think of me, and soon I will be there&lt;br /&gt;to brighten up even your darkest night&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliche as it sounds, sometimes the human soul needs that reassurance that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that physical reassurance, that guarantee that you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how many of us do that anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114848621634609013?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114848621634609013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114848621634609013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; will ruin us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if both hate and love will ruin us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what than do we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what than?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114839537050216352?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114839537050216352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114839537050216352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114839537050216352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114839537050216352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/05/neil-postman-once-wrote-orwell-feared.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114829498481041743</id><published>2006-05-22T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:49:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish It does not take offense, and it is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114829498481041743?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114829498481041743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114829498481041743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114829498481041743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114829498481041743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-is-always-patient-and-kind-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114789494688676852</id><published>2006-05-18T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T05:03:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;could anyone have predicted a more dramatic a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sending off in the 20th minute for lehmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a goal for campbell in the 37th minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-0 arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets sing that tune again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-0 to arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring boring arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but who cares if who win the cup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch that all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ball&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt; caressed gently on&lt;br /&gt;the pass collected&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt; the shot&lt;br /&gt;nestled in the goal&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt; flash forward five minture,&lt;br /&gt;the same pass&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;   a moment of despair&lt;br /&gt;as luck deserts&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;  the same shot&lt;br /&gt;nestled in the goal&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;  that fleeting joy&lt;br /&gt;robbed from the other &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;  and so the other&lt;br /&gt;with tired legs&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;  they ran their race&lt;br /&gt;with tired minds&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;  they fought their war&lt;br /&gt;with they souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;ssss&lt;/font&gt;   they will lay to rest&lt;br /&gt;but only in defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so with&lt;br /&gt;tired eyes,&lt;br /&gt;tried minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#B3B3B3"&gt;aaaaaaaaa&lt;/font&gt;         and&lt;br /&gt;tired souls&lt;br /&gt;we slept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114789494688676852?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114789494688676852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114789494688676852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114789494688676852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114789494688676852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/05/could-anyone-have-predicted-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114760533594789360</id><published>2006-05-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:15:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even zombies fear the hamsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside joke. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114760533594789360?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114760533594789360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114760533594789360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114760533594789360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114760533594789360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/05/even-zombies-fear-hamsters-so-fear-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114735455859802236</id><published>2006-05-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:35:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;But you're okay with this&lt;br /&gt;Damaging awkwardness&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just play it safe&lt;br /&gt;And keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause boys don't cry&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a really long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a rather trying month in every aspect. highs and lows, ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;we've certainly lost the innocence of the first few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get into council&lt;br /&gt;which is something that I had expected. Just had that ominous feeling that something like that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been addicted to one tree hill all over again.&lt;br /&gt;been taking things really light, trying to get over all the problems that I've been facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114735455859802236?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114735455859802236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114735455859802236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114735455859802236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114735455859802236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/05/but-youre-okay-with-this-damaging.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114467875535516652</id><published>2006-04-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:19:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hopeless love, why did you carve your home in me?&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart is too weak to hold your weight.&lt;br /&gt;And now I regret the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;And help me forget your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still held on to those memories&lt;br /&gt;and its time I let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it all go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9425051.post-114459475147440456</id><published>2006-04-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:59:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what are memories but remnants of past &lt;br /&gt;stories old that have already been cast&lt;br /&gt;yet bitter lies therein these tales of age&lt;br /&gt;amidst the happiness of its visage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind all those happy memories lies bitter tales, of lie, deceit, anger and rage. &lt;br /&gt;yet to forgo those memories would be such a waste, for therein lies tiny moments of bliss, moments that should never be forgot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114459475147440456?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114459475147440456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114459475147440456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114459475147440456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114459475147440456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-are-memories-but-remnants-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114424807524900690</id><published>2006-04-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:41:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well since clarice is such a naggypok claiming i dun reply to tags i shall prove her wrong. liang im replyin ure tag by updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i will keep my promise that this update will be about clarice sim haha. a good fren i made during my 1st three months in cjc. been a great time knowing you despite your constant obession with a certain sji guy and your desperate attempts to get to know him. haha. but nontheless you were a good companion along with mok during the 1st three months. especially after chen pei n christian pangseh us by withdrawing! haha those pigs. well. enjoy yourself in sajc. sadly no hot guys there, all of them in cjc. SEE LA. told u dun go le :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways school's been quite taxing this week. had auditions today and i was a nervous wreck, but overall it went well i suppose so yeah i hope things go well with council as well. lazy to update more. ciao haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114424807524900690?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114424807524900690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114424807524900690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114424807524900690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114424807524900690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-since-clarice-is-such-naggypok.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114355739830999105</id><published>2006-03-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:54:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, they say pictures speak a thousand words. so lets hear them chirp ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0574.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is liang with short one size too small. sexayyy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0587.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is peter. Looking very much like a monsterous bird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0580.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;and here is biride. don't see the resemblence? look down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/birdie.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0597.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is the class nerd mindy :P haha okay so she isn't but she sure as hell could have fooled anyone with this pic ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0591.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;our class, or 11 of us that stayed back after pe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0606.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; the guys doing a neoprint pose from 1 to 10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0612.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this picture is kinda normal but it features Nicholas Shane Ian Oen Gomes who is leaving us for SP. have a great time in sp ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/IMG_0624.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and here am I with my sexyy ponytail ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just about sums up the two days of the week thus far, watched V for vendetta today and felt abit disappointed considering how good the comic actually was. I felt that some of the essence of the show was lost in the translation from comic book to screen. nontheless it was a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114355739830999105?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114355739830999105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114355739830999105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114355739830999105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114355739830999105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-they-say-pictures-speak-thousand_28.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114336790940862068</id><published>2006-03-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:11:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one week of the second term has past.&lt;br /&gt;week two lies ahead, with more homework beckoning!&lt;br /&gt;so not lookin forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;and the prospect of PE.&lt;br /&gt;on the side note, next week is the v for vendetta outing and the liang birthday bash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114336790940862068?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114336790940862068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114336790940862068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114336790940862068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114336790940862068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-week-of-second-term-has-past.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114277776342028368</id><published>2006-03-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:40:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>released from captivity,&lt;br /&gt;set free, for a moment&lt;br /&gt;in all direction they run.&lt;br /&gt;scampering away from their captors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tune fills the air&lt;br /&gt;a familiar tune, it is&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful song,&lt;br /&gt;their national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they halt their escape&lt;br /&gt;spontanously, they start to sing&lt;br /&gt;slowly, their heads held high,&lt;br /&gt;they sing the anthem with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the enemies follow behind&lt;br /&gt;loading their guns&lt;br /&gt;they slowly take aim&lt;br /&gt;at the prisoners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with disregard to the enemy&lt;br /&gt;they continue to sing.&lt;br /&gt;singing the song&lt;br /&gt;singing their song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one,&lt;br /&gt;Like dominos they fall&lt;br /&gt;Slowly to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Still singing the anthem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114277776342028368?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114277776342028368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114277776342028368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114277776342028368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realised how much I miss the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114286727995147473?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114286727995147473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114286727995147473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114286727995147473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114286727995147473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/03/crowd-has-left-stage-is-empty-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114269592088144703</id><published>2006-03-18T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:10:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are drawing to a close so quickly, this one week has been fun all over. been spending money like nobody's business for the first four days. been going out almost everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for lit lessons and proceeded to town for pooling and movie with my class people. we're really gelling as a class and thats fantastic. I can list everyone's name now. here goes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yiliang|mindy|sandra|jiaxin|jc|peter|christopher|kenny&lt;br /&gt;|keith|samuel|siti|song im|taqiah|elizabeth|charissa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it yupp. we went to plaza sing to watch date movie which was absolutely hilarious. saw the trailer for scary movie 4 and it got everyone excitied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school to paint class flag. initial plan was to skip econs but they got busted so i spent like 2 hours waiting for them to get out. luckily jiaxin and kenny skipped if not it would have been a very very boring 2 hours. class flag painting was alrght. nothing special in my opinion. was suppose to go pool after that but everyone were not in the mood so I went to play tennis with some friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for lit in the morning and kept my class company for history lecture. as per normal some of us went to pool later after class ended. spent about 3 hours at  the pool hall. was really fun though. went to plaza sing to stone again. ate lunch there and did abit of window shopping. peter and mindy are such impulse buyers! haha&lt;br /&gt;met corina to collect my romp ticket and stoned with her tll around 7. Went to zara and i saw a shirt i wanted to get. but the lack of money detered me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big day. went iceskating with drama/1t01 people. woke up super early just to reach jurong east early. turned out i was the second to arrive after kassandra and timothy. the rest were late. and i thought i would be the last. iceskating was fun but expensive. $11 for unlimted hours but we used only about 2 hours which in my opinion was a waste of a good $2 since a standard ticket would have suffice. but all wells in the name of fun. ice skating was abit tough to do though, took a long well to be able to skate on my own albeit wobbly and unstable. we went to plaza sing(again!) to play arcade. corina joined us at the arcade. OWNED her in time crisis 2 haha. okay nothing much to gloat about. got owned in daytona thouhg after i blew my lead. haha. stoned around at yamaha and the food court for about an hour before i left for home to get my romp ticket which i had so brilliantly left at home before leaving the house. went home took a shower and felt super tired evern after the supposedly refreshing shower. met up with corina and her friend dominic and yvonne and daniel at plaza sing (again!). took dinner there and went to take neoprints o.0 haven't taken one in awhile. haha. weird stuff happened inside and weird pictures came out. haha. went to zouk at around 8 40. super early for the party but there was already a small group of people outside already. we were probably the first people inside zouk. the interior looked quite cool. the ultra violet light made white stuff stand our ( hahaha! ). the crowd started strolling in around 10. the events were very boring and some of the groups were quite bad. forgetting their dance moves and all. but there were two really good dance groups. finally at 11 the real party started. got dragged down to the dance floor and made to get up onto the platform by yvonne, corina and daniel. super maluated can! haha. and yes i can't dance. i'm quite the klutz when it comes to cool lookin hand and body movement. but it was fun. felt like mass dance encored continously. got abit high and all. but had to leave early because i did'nt have enought money for the midnight surcharge and i didn't want to piss my parents off. that capped off a rather long thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the boring day. spent the whole day at home watching &lt;b&gt;shinobi &lt;i&gt;heat under blade&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;hellsing&lt;/b&gt;. managed to kill alot of time with these. rather unproductive day though with almost nothing happening. quite anti-climatic considering they many events that happened these holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gerald's house to play tennis with mr sk. woke up at like 8 just to receieve the sms saying to meet at 11 instead. met sk at 11 and managed to get a decent hour of tennis before we headed down to church for a workshop on bgr. left early because i was too tired and needed to rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that concludes the exciting holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114269592088144703?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114269592088144703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114269592088144703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114269592088144703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114269592088144703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-are-drawing-to-cl_114269592088144703.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114209130238706051</id><published>2006-03-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:37:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well orientation one officially ended on thurs and it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun with my ig people. making new friends and having a new class.&lt;br /&gt;haven't taken any picture with my class yet but i'm sure we will soon&lt;br /&gt;so heres some new friends that I've made in 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/Photo-0054.jpg" width="300" height="256"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/Photo-0057.jpg" width="300" height="256"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/Photo-0058.jpg" width="300" height="256"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/Photo-0055.jpg" width="300" height="256"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/Photo-0056.jpg" width="300" height="256"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114209130238706051?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114209130238706051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114209130238706051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114209130238706051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114209130238706051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-orientation-one-officially-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114147673066828965</id><published>2006-03-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:57:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height=200 width = 250 src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/Photo-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from the grandstand on the last day of orientation 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky a hue&lt;br /&gt;of serenity blue&lt;br /&gt;the cloud embodiment&lt;br /&gt;of virgin snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised how beautiful the scenery the grandstand provided until the last day of orientation 1. Sitting by the grandstand for almost the entire day made me realised how wonderful the view was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 march marked the end of orientation 1 and in some cases the parting of friends. orientation 2 looms nearby with promises of new friendships, new bonds and a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;let us remember the friendships forged in the first chapter of this year, least we forget the many joys that we have encountered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114147673066828965?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114147673066828965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114147673066828965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114147673066828965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114147673066828965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/03/view-from-grandstand-on-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114112970608064016</id><published>2006-02-28T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:41:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that day, that day.&lt;br /&gt;What a marvelous mess.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can do;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Scared. Small. Alone. &lt;s&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;I accept everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironice that this post that was not meant to be become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm all out of fait, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, I'm already torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114112970608064016?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114112970608064016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114112970608064016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114112970608064016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114112970608064016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-that-day-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114060878963051206</id><published>2006-02-22T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:17:50.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so surreal that 8 weeks have gone by in a flash. so quicky have the results already been distributed. its a known fact that i'm rather disappointed with myself. i expected much more of myself and i guess i didn't live up to my own expectations. sometimes i wonder why what i am truly capable of. but there is no point dwelling on that note. results are over, posting is all that matters now. the only fear i harbor now is that i'm afraid i may not make it back to cjc. speaking of school, its been quite wrong the past few weeks. things had been quite okay until recently when i realised how lonely i was. its so scary, to sit alone in the mornings watchin couples, trios, and even groups walk by. its so scary to watch people start the day with their friends. while i just sit there and contemplat how the day will turn out. yes there are people that make my day in school, but ultimately they are part of a different group and its jus so weird to be with them all the time. i guess being lonely is what i've been going through for past 4 years. its been scary, very very scary. soemtimes i wonder how i even managed to get through it. was it the grace of god or sheer luck, i do not know. but even as i look back, i know what is happening then is seemingly re-enacting itself.  its been such a lonely strife these past years. its ironic, i know many people who would call me their friend. but it feels as if none of them know what is truly me. those that do know me slowly drift away and its scary, losing friends that way. its jus so hard to get along with life when you stop and realise that all your friends are miles away from you, with no way to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just scared. i really am. but what is there for me, than to persevere on. lets hope orientation 2 will open me up to a new group of friends. lets just hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more from me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114060878963051206?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114060878963051206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114060878963051206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114060878963051206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114060878963051206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-you-cant-make-it-on-your-own_22.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114044631441038504</id><published>2006-02-20T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:51:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well this is my first post this year. went on a almsot two month long hiatus due to some stuff yeah. anyways i wonder who is gonna read this anyway. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been a mixed place to be so far. mornings are by far lonely and boring, but i'm graudually getting used to it. class is alright i guess. though there are some issues in it. i guess i've sorta gotten used to the daily happenings in class. can't wait for orientation two though. where i'll be in a new IG and i can finally change my dreaded combination. but other than that school's been alright. met a few nice people in the past week and i've to say that they made the sucky two weeks into something pleasant. &lt;s&gt;sondra wanted her name mentioned&lt;/s&gt; i'll mention their names, sondra, christy, jerome, jasmine, some people from drama cjc and some sjiers whom i've forgotten their names. -opps-&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for this post. i'm still not up to blogging yet but i'll be in a few weeks time. till than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;he covers his eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;as his friends go hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;he counts to hundred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;in slow monotony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;his friends all run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;in every direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hiding away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;in ever corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;as he completes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the counts of hundred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;he seeks those hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;yet none he finds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;than he ponders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;where has everyone all gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114044631441038504?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114044631441038504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114044631441038504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114044631441038504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114044631441038504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-this-is-my-first-post-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-114044568766050920</id><published>2006-02-20T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:28:07.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough, you think you've got the stuff&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me and anyone&lt;br /&gt;You're hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to always be right&lt;br /&gt;Let me take some of the punches&lt;br /&gt;For you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;I need to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight all the time&lt;br /&gt;You and I...that's alright&lt;br /&gt;We're the same soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't need...I don't need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That if we weren't so alike&lt;br /&gt;You'd like me a whole lot more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;I need to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we don't talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it all&lt;br /&gt;Can - you - hear - me - when - I -&lt;br /&gt;Sing, you're the reason I sing&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why the opera is in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we now?&lt;br /&gt;I've still got to let you know&lt;br /&gt;A house still doesn't make a home&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you that makes it hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it&lt;br /&gt;The best you can do is to fake it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-114044568766050920?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/114044568766050920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=114044568766050920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114044568766050920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/114044568766050920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-you-cant-make-it-on-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113595635146962782</id><published>2005-12-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:25:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113595635146962782?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113595635146962782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113595635146962782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113595635146962782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113595635146962782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113552443143831461</id><published>2005-12-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:27:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing you a blessed christmas this year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113552443143831461?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113552443143831461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113552443143831461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113552443143831461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113552443143831461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone-wishing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113398230444519002</id><published>2005-12-08T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:05:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113398230444519002?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113398230444519002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113398230444519002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113398230444519002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113398230444519002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-you-hear-me-crying-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113379505813170142</id><published>2005-12-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:21:17.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Into your arms&lt;br /&gt;I commit again&lt;br /&gt;with all that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church camp has really lifted my waning spirits. I guess I was fatigued by the exams and all that I lost track of my relationship with God. But the camp really changed it by brining me back into it. I guess that I have not really applied what I have learnt and I realise that its high time I did what God has meant for me to do. Beside spiritual enrichment, camp also packed plenty of fun activties. Dragonboating was a realy tiring but fun experience. Plus I got a better tan from that than when I was at sentosa. Oh we played xe zi lu ko on friday and it was really tiring but fun running all over chinatown, eating all the bizzare food. Haha. I really enjoyed camp on the whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, graduation night was over and it was fun on the overall but lacked that extra spice I guess. It was kind of mundane to be truthful and the emcee did not really work the crowd that much. Still graduation is graduation and that means its the next phase of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113379505813170142?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113379505813170142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113379505813170142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113379505813170142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113379505813170142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/12/into-your-arms-i-commit-again-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113318696080607660</id><published>2005-11-28T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:09:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts when you expect so much from someone. And when that someone does not live up to that expectations of yours, it hurts. Sometimes the same thing is repeated so often that you cannot help but wonder, why do you keep doing the same thing over and over again. And than, there are times where you'd expect people to know you better, but yet they say things behind your back. Sometimes I wonder whats the use. Whats the use of having friends that don't bother telling you the problem. Aren't friends suppose to help you, to make you a better person, to be with you. Whats the point then when all they spread are rumors and lies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact I am not perfect, I broke people's trust, I hurt people's feelings,I do stupid things. But help me change if you are my friend. Because there is no point being friends with someone that wouldn't want to help me become a better person. I allow cannot do it and if you are not willing to help but reather spread half-truths. Than I shall say now, lets not be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113318696080607660?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113318696080607660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113318696080607660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113318696080607660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113318696080607660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-hurts-when-you-expect-so-much-from.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113293335759653498</id><published>2005-11-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:47:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cuttin' through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;In my two headlights&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it clear&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing it here&lt;br /&gt;To the twilight&lt;br /&gt;There's a dead end to my left&lt;br /&gt;There's a burning bush to my right&lt;br /&gt;You aren't in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just standing still in a world that is moving on without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113293335759653498?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113293335759653498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113293335759653498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113293335759653498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113293335759653498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/cuttin-through-darkest-night-in-my-two.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113267434603741906</id><published>2005-11-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:45:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how close you are to a person, the invisible  truth is that a friendship is the most fragile thing. All it takes is just one sentence and everything can change. Guess I learnt that lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; watch your mouth roy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113267434603741906?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113267434603741906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113267434603741906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113267434603741906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113267434603741906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-matter-how-close-you-are-to-person.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113249987710177228</id><published>2005-11-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:29:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Masquerade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the purpose of this charade&lt;br /&gt;A meaningless dance of endless shades&lt;br /&gt;the guise our flesh dons&lt;br /&gt;beneath lies stories of torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encast in this custome of deception&lt;br /&gt;we dance in the ballet of deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empty Armour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant shade of silver&lt;br /&gt;radiants my body's armour&lt;br /&gt;it protection impregmiable&lt;br /&gt;no thorns shall pierce this hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet hidden beneath the cold exterior&lt;br /&gt;lies an empty interior&lt;br /&gt;there lies the emptiness of a soul&lt;br /&gt;transfixed by the physical bondage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlived I am in this world&lt;br /&gt;begotten by the plauges of trouble&lt;br /&gt;forgotten by the vulgar stand of time&lt;br /&gt;lost into enternities crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113249987710177228?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113249987710177228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113249987710177228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113249987710177228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113249987710177228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/masquerade-explain-purpose-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113180834096756006</id><published>2005-11-12T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:12:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometime, we avoid disappointment by not expecting anything more from the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet how can I run away from reality when the truth is such. How can I lessen my disappointment even when I have already given up on my expectations. Why is the pain still apparant. why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I run&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hide from it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113180834096756006?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113180834096756006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113180834096756006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113180834096756006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113180834096756006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometime-we-avoid-disappointment-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113145920175481292</id><published>2005-11-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:13:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five Ways to Kill a Man -- Edwin Brock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.&lt;br /&gt;You can make him carry a plank of wood&lt;br /&gt;to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this&lt;br /&gt;properly you require a crowd of people&lt;br /&gt;wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak&lt;br /&gt;to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one&lt;br /&gt;man to hammer the nails home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or you can take a length of steel,&lt;br /&gt;shaped and chased in a traditional way,&lt;br /&gt;and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.&lt;br /&gt;But for this you need white horses,&lt;br /&gt;English trees, men with bows and arrows,&lt;br /&gt;at least two flags, a prince, and a&lt;br /&gt;castle to hold your banquet in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind&lt;br /&gt;allows, blow gas at him. But then you need&lt;br /&gt;a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,&lt;br /&gt;not to mention black boots, bomb craters,&lt;br /&gt;more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs&lt;br /&gt;and some round hats made of steel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly&lt;br /&gt;miles above your victim and dispose of him by&lt;br /&gt;pressing one small switch. All you then&lt;br /&gt;require is an ocean to separate you, two&lt;br /&gt;systems of government, a nation's scientists,&lt;br /&gt;several factories, a psychopath and&lt;br /&gt;land that no-one needs for several years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are, as I began, cumbersome ways&lt;br /&gt;to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat&lt;br /&gt;is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of the twentieth century, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leave him there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how scary yet how true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113145920175481292?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113145920175481292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113145920175481292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113145920175481292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113145920175481292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/five-ways-to-kill-man-edwin-brock.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113128393357581790</id><published>2005-11-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:32:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it&lt;br /&gt;starts&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;br /&gt;end &lt;br /&gt;draws&lt;br /&gt;nearer&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;road&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;unwinds.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113128393357581790?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113128393357581790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113128393357581790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113128393357581790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113128393357581790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-starts-tommorrow-end-draws-nearer.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113085756093003376</id><published>2005-11-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:06:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the river of lies never ceases&lt;br /&gt;the rain of fears never ends&lt;br /&gt;the wind of anger never subsides&lt;br /&gt;the pain in me forever resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt. I am borken. I am trying to come back. But I am lost. Can you find me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113085756093003376?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113085756093003376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113085756093003376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113085756093003376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113085756093003376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/11/river-of-lies-never-ceases-rain-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-113033822918796386</id><published>2005-10-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:50:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to constant whining from certain or specifically ONE friend( you know who you are ) , I have decided to blog. Spent the last few days studying qutie abit and having quite a lot of chem "tuition". Thanks to all the people that bothered to help me in chem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went ACJC over the weekend with cyn and sk an timonthy. really made my jc decision tougher by a whole bunch. DEP kinda appealed to me a lot and I just can't seem to come to a conlusion as to what I want. What rachel said today gave me another new perspective - oversea's education. Its not really something I thought or gave any consideration about, but as the year draws closer to its end, they inevitable has come. I don't know what I want in my life anymore. I don't know what goal or job I want to do. I have always been interested in social science, understanding the human nature. Yet in many ways I am always frightened by what I aspire. Doubt often clouds my judgement as I am always unable to decided what I really want for myself. I am just so confused. everone seems to have had their minds made up but yet here I am. Alone in my dilemna and unable to settle onto anything. I guess I should leave everything into god's will. I suppose what's best for me will be decided not by me but by his ministering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-113033822918796386?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113033822918796386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=113033822918796386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113033822918796386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/113033822918796386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/10/due-to-constant-whining-from-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112938774648273323</id><published>2005-10-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:49:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like thorns &lt;br /&gt;they pierce, &lt;br /&gt;my fragile &lt;br /&gt;hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;of my lies,&lt;br /&gt;I reside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112938774648273323?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112938774648273323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112938774648273323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112938774648273323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112938774648273323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-thorns-they-pierce-my-fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112930130344541471</id><published>2005-10-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:56:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've never knew what it was to be alone, no&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;You were always there waiting&lt;br /&gt;And ill come home and I miss your face so&lt;br /&gt;Smiling down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to seeAnd I know, you're a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's your song that sets me free&lt;br /&gt;I sing it while I feel I can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;I sing tonight cause it comforts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry the things that remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of&lt;br /&gt;The one that was so true&lt;br /&gt;Your were as kind as you could be&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're gone&lt;br /&gt;You still mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in loving memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so quickly has four years elapsed. Its really been such an eventful four years that I just cannot so be come to reality that I have graduated from secondary school. the feelin is almost surreal, almost like a dream. I guess time really flys by so fast without you noticing it. Well I'm at a loss for words today so i guess i'll stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112930130344541471?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112930130344541471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112930130344541471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112930130344541471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112930130344541471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-never-knew-what-it-was-to-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112756745764438520</id><published>2005-09-24T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:10:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Burning in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Running from my lies&lt;br /&gt;Seething in your anger&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing from my tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112756745764438520?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112756745764438520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112756745764438520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112756745764438520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112756745764438520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/09/burning-in-your-memory-running-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112748212937770212</id><published>2005-09-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:28:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck this life. just fuck it. who gives a damn about the prelims anymore. FUCK who gives a damn about the O levels. fuck that. I don't fucking give a damn about anything anymore. what the fuck is this life for anyway. better off dead anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112748212937770212?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112748212937770212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112748212937770212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112748212937770212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112748212937770212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-this-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112679459104309988</id><published>2005-09-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:29:51.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firefox is being an ass and I can't log into my blogger using it. Dotz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've been really slack in almost all aspect of my life so I guess tommorrow had better change. If not, I don't think I'll be going anywhere!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112679459104309988?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112679459104309988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112679459104309988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112679459104309988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112679459104309988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/09/firefox-is-being-ass-and-i-cant-log.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112593405907972947</id><published>2005-09-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:27:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another term has gone by and its just 3 weeks to my 2 second prelims. I guess I'm not taking my life as serious as I should be. So many times I complain aboutn ot having enough time but really, I guess its more of me spending meaningless hours on the computer. ( like now o.0 :-P ) I guess I really got to start working hard. Its only two months to the actual Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, I spent the weekends rather eventfully. went to church on sunday and ate a nice hearty lunch at crystal jade ^^ went out to study today, not really productive for me in physic but I did get to brush up on my Add maths so all is well ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late and I guess i'll turn in now. goodnite and good luck to all who have not taken their prelims or are taking their exams ^^ good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112593405907972947?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112593405907972947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112593405907972947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112593405907972947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112593405907972947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-term-has-gone-by-and-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112479376674511437</id><published>2005-08-23T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:42:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tears And Rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. this is such a powerful song that it really blows me away. Please do check it out. James Blunt is awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112479376674511437?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112479376674511437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112479376674511437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112479376674511437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112479376674511437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/08/tears-and-rain-how-i-wish-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112472080767163815</id><published>2005-08-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:26:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life throws you a secone chance sometimes. Yet sometimes we are too caught up with ourselves to recognize salvation. Sometimes God has gifted us a chance to be redeemed yet each time we sucummb to the inner demon of tempation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I wonder how come I keep falling back to square one, maybe I need to rethink my life's goal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112472080767163815?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112472080767163815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112472080767163815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112472080767163815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112472080767163815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-throws-you-secone-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112454889956286921</id><published>2005-08-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:41:39.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You're beautiful&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say. James Blunt is really awesome. I'm so in love with this song. Maybe for some unknown reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112454889956286921?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112454889956286921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112454889956286921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112454889956286921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112454889956286921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-beautiful-my-life-is-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112368242167332668</id><published>2005-08-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:00:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Someone falls to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin all alone&lt;br /&gt;Someone kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;Spinning in the silence&lt;br /&gt;To finally drift away&lt;br /&gt;Someone gets excited&lt;br /&gt;In a chapel yard&lt;br /&gt;Catches a bouquet&lt;br /&gt;Another lays a dozen&lt;br /&gt;White roses on a grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this week has been a revalation and revolution to me. Things happened, people came and people went. I want to apologize to some people that I made angry because of my brooding mode. I also want to thank those that stood by my and helped me along especialyl cynthia. Thanks ^^ (btw you owe me my worksheet. hope u didnt lose it)&lt;br /&gt;I guess this song my audioslave is really apt for me now. Be yourself, how apt a title to reflect the conflict that wages war within my consciouse. I guess that staying true to myself is what I should ultimately seek towards. Hopefully I can pull through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;br /&gt;And another only pain&lt;br /&gt;Someone tries to hide himself&lt;br /&gt;Down inside himself he prays&lt;br /&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;br /&gt;Untill the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Another runs away&lt;br /&gt;Separate or united?&lt;br /&gt;Healthy or insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112368242167332668?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112368242167332668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112368242167332668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112368242167332668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112368242167332668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/08/someone-falls-to-pieces-sleepin-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112351464274463749</id><published>2005-08-08T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:24:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my annoynomous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u have the balls, why don't you leave your name or did God deprieve you of yours? And personally I don't care whatever vendetta you have against me, but by insulting this blog you insult my fren, so SHUT THE FUCKIN HELL UP ABOUT IT. BECAUSE THE LAST THING YOU WANT TO DO IS TO INSULT MY FRENS. so please, you don't like me? go away than. who wants you here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112351464274463749?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112351464274463749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112351464274463749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112351464274463749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112351464274463749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-my-annoynomous-if-u-have-balls-why.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112342348369612033</id><published>2005-08-07T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:12:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>existence of denial&lt;br /&gt;searching in the exile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day, what a marvolous mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the past three days that I cannot fully come to comprehend or understand the magnitude of it. Its true shape is beyond my grasp. I feel trapped in a void of two personalities, unsure of what I am, unsure of what to do. I feel so deflated, so depressive and passive that I cannot tell the truth from the lies. I cannot make what is reality anymore. Can someone pull me out of my void and take me out of this exile. I am lost in my own vacuum, a place where I cannot see for myself. I don't know if what I think is what is meant, maybe it has always been that way. Whereby I am always assuming so many things and fabricating so many false presumptions out of my paranoia. I cannot fully understand the psyche for my behaviour, I cannot come to terms with my actions becasuse I have not found my existence. I am what I tell msyelf I am but deep down I don't know if that person I call myself exist. Or is deep down inside a a lost child, unsure of the truth and lost amidst the lies. Do I really know what I want, do I really know the full extent of my actions. Does what I say really reflect what I want inside. Yet the same questions begs itself again, what do I want. So many times I have sought to find out what my existence meant. I found a brief reprieve in God, but everything seems so distant now. Festival of praise was a much awakening experience, helping me get back onto track my christian life. Yet at the same time it made me lament the things that I have said and done. So much I have done that seems absured, alien and strange now. What do I want with my life. Is there really a Roy inside of me or is that boy a facade of many faces that he meets everyday. Why is it that he cannot exist as an indiviual but rather co-exist as a face of many lies. Why is it that I cannot allow myself to be just myself. Why is it that life always throws more obstacles at me before I complete another. Is this what life really is, a road full of pitholes, or is it something much simplier that I have read too far into. Is reality such a complicated matter, or am I just letting the fear inside of me eat away my consciouse and tear apart my confidence. Does the person I portray really bare the essence of me, or is it just another mask wore on another day. So many questions, so many lies, so many truths, so many answers. Yet none of them are what they seem in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I really find me inside my void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth lies beneath the skin&lt;br /&gt;yet harden is the hide&lt;br /&gt;that the essence withing&lt;br /&gt;cannot be unveiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you find me inside my void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112342348369612033?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112342348369612033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112342348369612033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112342348369612033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112342348369612033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/08/existence-of-denial-searching-in-exile.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112273668151223542</id><published>2005-07-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:18:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. today sucked big time. &lt;br /&gt;maybe tml will continue sucking as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112273668151223542?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112273668151223542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112273668151223542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112273668151223542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112273668151223542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-just-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112204884643423624</id><published>2005-07-23T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:14:06.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eyeliners are scaryy  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama nite offically concluded and its been such an experience. Working with tpss was a whole new enjoyable experience. Their play was about the terrorism and bullying in our lives and I really found it very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this chapter has ended and its time to move on. I am really going to miss this two nites. New frenships made and new grouncs ventured. I just sincerely hope that  eveything about el drama grp will continue 2 grow and expand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112204884643423624?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112204884643423624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112204884643423624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112204884643423624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112204884643423624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/07/eyeliners-are-scaryy-p-drama-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112126346469563856</id><published>2005-07-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:04:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil war</title><content type='html'>"What we've got here is failure to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Some men you just can't reach...&lt;br /&gt;So, you get what we had here last week,&lt;br /&gt;which is the way he wants it!&lt;br /&gt;Well, he gets it!&lt;br /&gt;N' I don't like it any more than you men." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your young men fighting&lt;br /&gt;Look at your women crying&lt;br /&gt;Look at your young men dying&lt;br /&gt;The way they've always done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the hate we're breeding&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fear we're feeding&lt;br /&gt;Look at the lives we're leading&lt;br /&gt;The way we've always done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;The billions shift from side to side&lt;br /&gt;And the wars go on with brainwashed pride&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God and our human rights&lt;br /&gt;And all these things are swept aside&lt;br /&gt;By bloody hands time can't deny&lt;br /&gt;And are washed away by your genocide&lt;br /&gt;And history hides the lies of our civil wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you wear a black armband&lt;br /&gt;When they shot the man&lt;br /&gt;Who said "Peace could last forever"&lt;br /&gt;And in my first memories&lt;br /&gt;They shot Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;I went numb when I learned to see&lt;br /&gt;So I never fell for Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all&lt;br /&gt;That you can't trust freedom&lt;br /&gt;When it's not in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's fightin'&lt;br /&gt;For their promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;It feeds the rich while it buries the poor&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the shoes your filling&lt;br /&gt;Look at the blood we're spilling&lt;br /&gt;Look at the world we're killing&lt;br /&gt;The way we've always done before&lt;br /&gt;Look in the doubt we've wallowed&lt;br /&gt;Look at the leaders we've followed&lt;br /&gt;Look at the lies we've swallowed&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to hear no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;For all I've seen has changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;But still the wars go on as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;With no love of God or human rights&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all these dreams are swept aside&lt;br /&gt;By bloody hands of the hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Who carry the cross of homicide&lt;br /&gt;And history bears the scars of our civil wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We practice selective annihilation of mayors&lt;br /&gt;And government officials&lt;br /&gt;For example to create a vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Then we fill that vacuum&lt;br /&gt;As popular war advances&lt;br /&gt;Peace is closer" **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;It feeds the rich while it buries the poor&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;I don't need one more war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need one more war&lt;br /&gt;Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112126346469563856?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112126346469563856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112126346469563856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112126346469563856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112126346469563856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/07/civil-war.html' title='Civil war'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-112109116079255855</id><published>2005-07-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:12:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so stressed</title><content type='html'>woah. two weeks gone and two weeks to my prelims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my english prelim marks. or most of it&lt;br /&gt;did okay but below expectation. as usual anyways :p haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya drama nite come up. must come support me kayz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-112109116079255855?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/112109116079255855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=112109116079255855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112109116079255855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/112109116079255855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-stressed.html' title='so stressed'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111996812855087621</id><published>2005-06-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:15:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tommorrow is the day of reckoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english prelim results will come out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I guess everything probably happened for a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111996812855087621?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111996812855087621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111996812855087621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111996812855087621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111996812855087621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/tommorrow-is-day-of-reckoning-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111936607120658967</id><published>2005-06-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:01:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at the edge&lt;br /&gt;there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could reverse what I have done, what I have said, what I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just forget I exist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111936607120658967?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111936607120658967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111936607120658967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111936607120658967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111936607120658967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-at-edge-there-is-no-turning-back.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111875927077013905</id><published>2005-06-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:27:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I entered the room &lt;br /&gt;Sat by your bed all through the night &lt;br /&gt;I watched your daily fight &lt;br /&gt;I hardly knew &lt;br /&gt;The pain was almost more than I could bear &lt;br /&gt;And still I hear &lt;br /&gt;Your last words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a place nearby &lt;br /&gt;So I won't be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;And if you try and look for me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll find me someday.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a place nearby &lt;br /&gt;So there's no need to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask you not to cry &lt;br /&gt;I'll always be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just faded away &lt;br /&gt;You spread your wings you had flown &lt;br /&gt;Away to something unknown &lt;br /&gt;Wish I could bring you back.&lt;br /&gt;You're always on my mind &lt;br /&gt;About to tear myself apart.&lt;br /&gt;You have your special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always heaven is a place nearby &lt;br /&gt;So I won't be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;And if you try and look for me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll find me someday.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a place nearby &lt;br /&gt;So there's no need to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask you not to cry &lt;br /&gt;I'll always be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I go to sleep &lt;br /&gt;I still can hear your voice &lt;br /&gt;And those words&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111875927077013905?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111875927077013905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111875927077013905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111875927077013905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111875927077013905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-entered-room-sat-by-your-bed-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111822139047027968</id><published>2005-06-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:03:10.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/dreamer3dude/ar0841-001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two roads leading two seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;if only the middle path truly existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;undecided&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111822139047027968?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111822139047027968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111822139047027968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111822139047027968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111822139047027968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-roads-leading-two-seperate-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111812867788356008</id><published>2005-06-07T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:17:57.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its only been two days of school and I already feel so lethargic and lazy oh man! but maybe thats because for the two days I have had english which I hate because well I hate the teacher ya. ^^ haha.. Don't worry, I'll get the A1 ( I hope )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha played lan on monday, so fun, killing everyone. wahahaha.. I feel so sad. But I really need to get down to studying!! ahhh math mock exam on thurs. next mon is add math. oh man..I'm dead! wahahha.. shall go study now, played computer for 4 hours unknowningly... o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all of the stars&lt;br /&gt;are fading away&lt;br /&gt;just try not to worry&lt;br /&gt;you'll see them someday&lt;br /&gt;so take what you need &lt;br /&gt;and be on your way&lt;br /&gt;and stop crying your heart out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111812867788356008?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111812867788356008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111812867788356008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111812867788356008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111812867788356008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-only-been-two-days-of-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111772501018494676</id><published>2005-06-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:10:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over fed</title><content type='html'>Wahh nycd is really filling! haha. went out with amanda and reagan today. Amanda really knws where taka is :p haha she is so gonna kill me for tt haha. anyways went to suntec and stoned there for literally 4-5 hours? ya haha.. had nydc for dinner. finished my three amigo and ate the leftover of amanda's food. she almost puked!! ya gt me and reagen rather worried but at least she is okay now ^^ take care kayz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111772501018494676?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111772501018494676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111772501018494676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111772501018494676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111772501018494676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/over-fed.html' title='over fed'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111762078756965490</id><published>2005-06-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:13:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new skin</title><content type='html'>A new month, a new phase and a new blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this to cap off the start of what is to be the most intensive months to come ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a testing post that sarah mok requested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111762078756965490?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111762078756965490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111762078756965490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111762078756965490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111762078756965490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-skin.html' title='A new skin'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111753144586427481</id><published>2005-05-31T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:24:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forced to pass it on =(</title><content type='html'>Total volume of music files on my computer:&lt;br /&gt;about 600+ non counting duplicates. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last CD I bought was:&lt;br /&gt;F.I.R &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;br /&gt;Love^3 F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hands - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;2. Everything - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;3. who am I - casting crowns&lt;br /&gt;4. Till I get over you - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;5. Ghost of you and me - BBmak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people to whom I am passing the baton:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chloe Tan&lt;br /&gt;2. Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;3. Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;4. Melissa&lt;br /&gt;5. Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of films I own on DVD/video:&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last film I bought:&lt;br /&gt;I never buy films. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last film I watched:&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Episode 3 : Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't usually repeat films again :p but ah wells &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;2. Last Samurai&lt;br /&gt;3. Constantine&lt;br /&gt;4. Goodbye Firefly ( some jap anime)&lt;br /&gt;5. Return of the King &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag five people and have them put this in their journal:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chloe Tan&lt;br /&gt;2. Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;3. Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;4. Melissa&lt;br /&gt;5. Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111753144586427481?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111753144586427481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111753144586427481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111753144586427481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111753144586427481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/05/forced-to-pass-it-on.html' title='forced to pass it on =('/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111736724423160252</id><published>2005-05-29T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:47:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time fades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Counting away the hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticking by the seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting by the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like only yesterday that it was 30 days to O levels. Now its just hours away. Before I know it, it'll be july when my prelims start. In a blink of an eye it'll be novmeber where the O level proper. Time really flashes by really quickly. I gues that before I know it, I'll be working and all. I suppose that when I look back at this point in my life, certain decision i will regret and some I will relish. But I suppose that best thing to do right now is to wish &lt;b&gt; Everyone taking Chinese O levels the best of luck and faith and wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111736724423160252?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111736724423160252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111736724423160252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111736724423160252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111736724423160252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-fades.html' title='time fades'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111685063255121799</id><published>2005-05-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:17:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>much ado for nothing</title><content type='html'>Words are only painful when given meaning. guess things was never as bad as I thought it to be ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111685063255121799?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111685063255121799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111685063255121799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111685063255121799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111685063255121799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/05/much-ado-for-nothing.html' title='much ado for nothing'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111659968733538477</id><published>2005-05-20T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:34:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star wars !!!</title><content type='html'>wow. Spent so much in two days. I watched star wars episode 3 today and I must say that it was a really good movie. Got me really moved and all ^^ but now i'm broke the week. cafe cartel and secret recipe is killing my poor wallet.. sob sob .. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my english prelims today and I feel confident about the paper. I seriously hope that everything will go well.. I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111659968733538477?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111659968733538477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111659968733538477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111659968733538477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111659968733538477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars.html' title='Star wars !!!'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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-9425051.post-111642666708286831</id><published>2005-05-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:31:07.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final strech</title><content type='html'>Its just 12 days more to d-day. I had my second chance at testing myself during the mock exam today and I must say I was really tested. I wasn't able to fully comprehend the comprehension. Like what the hell? its damn frigging hard. first two questions were infrence for pete's sake! No copying questionn ahhhh gonna fail that. But I gotta thank  God because he provided me with at least 8 marks already ^^. The 8 marks is significant cos i failed by 8 marks in my prelims. Yupp. I'm thankful. And i guess seeing that I aint doing that great, i gotta pull my socks up ( literally :P ankle socks rox! ) and start mugging intensive.. 3 hours of com a week onli.. no more 10 hours... -opps- haha. Lets all work hard for that A1 everyone! woohooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9425051-111642666708286831?l=stoicwanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111642666708286831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9425051&amp;postID=111642666708286831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111642666708286831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9425051/posts/default/111642666708286831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoicwanderer.blogspot.com/2005/05/final-strech.html' title='final strech'/><author><name>ayuzero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03614911431308201655</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>
