<?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-8442509333788677383</id><updated>2011-09-29T10:02:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a cool title for my blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-5967365460691455712</id><published>2011-07-10T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T02:26:08.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pretty good dive</title><content type='html'>As we made our descent, we were greeted with the sight of a school of barracuda quietly hovering over the shallower parts of the reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having received some tips from the divemaster, I was eager to be in more control of my buoyancy and so for the earlier part of the dive I focused more on the marine life that lay within an arm's length. There were plenty of red snappers here and there and sea cucumbers almost as long as my arm were feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They resembled extraterrestrial worms, white with black appendages feeling around the rocks for some grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and there we saw a few blue spotted stingrays moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divemaster then looked into a crack in the rock and motioned for us to do the same. As I hovered silently over the rock, I stared at the dark green face of a moray eel. It stared back at us, opening and closing its mouth in a routine motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continued with our dive, the divemaster spotted something under a rock and tried to poke at it. At first I thought it could be a moray eel, but then a strange grey fish darted across below me. At first I thought it was a shark of sorts but it was actually just a stonefish (those things are poisonous by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divemaster kept pointing some things out to us, and an interesting one was a tiny nudibranch probably the size of a letter of this font. After seeing it, I made way for the other divers to have a look and what I saw a bit further on made my heart beat a little faster; it was a turtle feeding. Sadly, before I could signal anyone to its presence it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention this. The dive was an especially interesting one because the reef was not on flat even ground. The contours made for a challenging and altogether fun way for me to control my buoyancy. The wide variety of corals, both soft and hard, also made for a beautiful scenery; an underwater garden bursting with life in a brilliant array of textures and colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were continuing this dive and we approached a steep rock formation. At its base, the divemaster motioned for us to come one by one and stick our hand into a part of the rock. It was there that small, transparent and dotted shrimp decided to satisfy their curiosity and hop onto the strange human appendage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, another diver and me spotted a reef shark moving across the sand nearby. I tried to alert the other divers about this relatively rare and exciting sight but it's pretty hard to get attention underwater when no one's looking. But for the two of us who did see the respectably-sized shark, it was a nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we floated close to the reef, we saw another turtle feeding. Approaching with caution, we didn't scare off the turtle and it surfaced for air before descending again to feed. It glided gracefully around for a while and we were awed as it did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making our three-minute safety stop, I looked around and took it all in. I reviewed my buoyancy and was quite pleased with the progressed I was making. I remembered bits and pieces of what I saw and was also quite pleased, even though I came across one or two crown of thorn starfish - the Decepticons of the sea. As we made our ascent, I took one last look at the wonderful reef below me and saw a turtle gliding around again. This time, it approached something under an overhanging coral, which turned out to be another turtle. And just as the two turtles came into view, I was at the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just trying to put some words to one of the most rewarding dives I've ever had. The trip itself was pretty cool too, with interesting experiences. But my recently-revived writing stamina can't take writing about all that now, so I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that the timeline of the various encounters may not be accurate, but for the bigger parts like the descent, ascent and shark encounter it's more or less there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dive site was Trumbu Kili, Pulau Redang and we had a bottom time of 52 minutes and reached a maximum depth of 19.2 metres, which is the deepest I've gone so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can make more dives soon even with NS around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5967365460691455712?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5967365460691455712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5967365460691455712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5967365460691455712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5967365460691455712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2011/07/pretty-good-dive.html' title='A pretty good dive'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-3209957073742462864</id><published>2011-06-26T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:24:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even know why I'm posting this here. No one reads it, and I don't need anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel damaged as a person. That I'm fucked up and beyond repair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3209957073742462864?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3209957073742462864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3209957073742462864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3209957073742462864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3209957073742462864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-even-know-why-im-posting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6903394151515599377</id><published>2011-05-29T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:47:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure who even comes to read this stuff</title><content type='html'>But I guess I'll type it here rather than Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a treasure to me. I realise I'm really fortunate and this sense of contentment I have right now is something I hope all my loved ones can feel one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the words nor the time to describe it yet, but hopefully I will on a later date haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6903394151515599377?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6903394151515599377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6903394151515599377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6903394151515599377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6903394151515599377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-sure-who-even-comes-to-read-this.html' title='Not sure who even comes to read this stuff'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-2803652600796122416</id><published>2011-05-22T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:17:16.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The hardest part of ending is starting again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true. The suckiest part of booking out of NS is having to book back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand I know that the coming week won't be too bad and I know that I'll be able to take it (or have no other choice) but on the other I think a part of me is just dying as I trudge my way through NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to say. I'm just lost in a dark, sad, lonely place in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-2803652600796122416?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/2803652600796122416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=2803652600796122416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2803652600796122416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2803652600796122416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2011/05/ns_22.html' title='NS'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1084089646545302118</id><published>2011-05-03T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:25:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>So...one final post before I enlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2011 came, I had a plan on what to achieve by the time I enlisted (One of which was to get a girlfriend. Heh, look how that turned out) and I'm proud to say I've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud because instead, I got more than I could ever dream of asking for. Stuff I didn't know I wanted but now truly appreciate. I have never been so sincere in saying that I have no regrets because truly, I am in a state of complete and utter acceptance and appreciation for everything I have and do not have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found new passions and made some new friends, but what I find most important is the forging of stronger and deeper relationships with friends already close to me (You know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realised all of this in the past weekend, mind you. But I wouldn't have it any other way, because what better way is there to start a new chapter in your life than ending the previous one knowing you are exactly where you should be in life and that you belong there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to drive at is that in the past five months I've found that life is awesome, and I'm gonna jump headfirst into my next venture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1084089646545302118?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1084089646545302118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1084089646545302118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1084089646545302118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1084089646545302118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2011/05/ns.html' title='NS'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-448998068404120685</id><published>2010-12-03T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:12:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little quote I came across</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who was it that led you on&lt;br /&gt;That makes you want to hurt me so?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you long to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Who forgot you long ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking - Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be appropriate in certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innyhoo, in the past 3 days I've been at City Hall for about 17203812 times. I'm just glad I got my prom outfit done already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, carving wood is pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss painting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K my Pidgey needs training. See y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-448998068404120685?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/448998068404120685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=448998068404120685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/448998068404120685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/448998068404120685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-little-quote-i-came-across.html' title='Just a little quote I came across'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8875312039476888000</id><published>2010-12-01T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T01:50:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>So a little something happened that's got me pretty upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8875312039476888000?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8875312039476888000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8875312039476888000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8875312039476888000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8875312039476888000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-944912506544464645</id><published>2010-11-30T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:09:51.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>So today marked the beginning of my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit feels good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-944912506544464645?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/944912506544464645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=944912506544464645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/944912506544464645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/944912506544464645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/11/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1595410562877607960</id><published>2010-11-19T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:39:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-third left</title><content type='html'>So at this point, I've done about two thirds of my A Level papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, the papers were easy and at worst, manageable. At least for the subjects I took. And I know I made a bunch of errors in most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can hope for now is that I don't have to retake. I would really, really, from the bottom of my heart, hate that. A Levels has proven to be such a long, boring experience and I don't want to have to go through it. I wanna live my NS life free of care from academic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's all I can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1595410562877607960?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1595410562877607960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1595410562877607960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1595410562877607960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1595410562877607960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-third-left.html' title='One-third left'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-2900604969131001688</id><published>2010-11-13T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:12:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier to run</title><content type='html'>So I've run a few runs recently with Justin and Rizuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that potential is what you wish it to be. And that mutual support from friends helps a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will run more after As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-2900604969131001688?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/2900604969131001688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=2900604969131001688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2900604969131001688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2900604969131001688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/11/easier-to-run.html' title='Easier to run'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-5879295427832774603</id><published>2010-10-28T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:44:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlistment</title><content type='html'>So I got my enlistment letter today. I'm going to Tekong in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I'll have a six month break after A-Levels. Now I feel motivated to finish 'em well and &lt;em&gt;earn&lt;/em&gt; that long-ass break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5879295427832774603?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5879295427832774603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5879295427832774603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5879295427832774603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5879295427832774603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/enlistment.html' title='Enlistment'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4446872196026170388</id><published>2010-10-28T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:13:17.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I miss Facebook :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face(book)less,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4446872196026170388?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4446872196026170388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4446872196026170388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4446872196026170388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4446872196026170388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8726396643211195112</id><published>2010-10-25T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:35:18.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time travel</title><content type='html'>You probably know about how I like to speculate the podsibilities that what we're experiencing now is part of a dream continued from reality and that when we wake up we'd be in sone pivotal moment in our individual pasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the shock I got when I woke up one fine morning and got ready for school when I saw my sister in her TJC uniform when she was supposed to be in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8726396643211195112?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8726396643211195112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8726396643211195112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8726396643211195112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8726396643211195112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-travel.html' title='Time travel'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5489857102691350013</id><published>2010-10-22T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:53:09.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summation</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said life in college will never compare with life in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised in the recent weeks that it doesn't have to. In so many ways I've grown more here in TPJC than in TK, but in so many other ways I've also grown more in TK. The best years of your life don't have to be confined to just a single chapter or 'season' in  your life but rather the whole experience (someone cue Joseph and Hafiz's "Let's build this up/I say let's build this up").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have imagined that I'd go to Europe, finish two huge-ass paintings, learn to be an asshole (intentionally, at that) or be a student leader without a voice, among other things. The same goes for the people I've met. In the past six years, I never expected to meet people so inspiring in both subtle and obvious ways, who motivate me on a much deeper level than any hired motivational speaker can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really awesome with words, but to everyone who has made this experience such an enriching one, I hope that you guys will continue to do the same for me, others and especially yourselves in your own unique ways, and I hope that I have and will return the favour duly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to us always adding more years to the best years of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5489857102691350013?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5489857102691350013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5489857102691350013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5489857102691350013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5489857102691350013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/summation.html' title='Summation'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8267618915306620705</id><published>2010-10-16T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:38:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park prophecy?</title><content type='html'>So ever since Minutes To Midnight was released, Linkin Park has been accused of "changing too much" or "deviating from their old sound". The release of A Thousand Suns did the same. Now we all know Hybird Theory and Meteora kicked (and still kicks) ass, but because some people have it ingrained in their minds that Linkin Park's changing, they're not who they originally were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this change shouldn't be the case. Zooming back to Hybrid Theory (Tour Edition, if you have it), we should take a listen to High Voltage. There's a spoken verse that says something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And like the rock and rap&lt;br /&gt;You know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;People act like you know&lt;br /&gt;Wow that’s a new invention&lt;br /&gt;That shits brand new&lt;br /&gt;We're constantly evolving&lt;br /&gt;It is constantly changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of change&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's always up with labels&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t no label for this shit&lt;br /&gt;They're always gonna try to put a label on it&lt;br /&gt;Try to create something&lt;br /&gt;So they can water it down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we can see (or hear) that they've said, from the very beginning (or even before, 'cuz High Voltage was actually made before Hybrid Theory) that they're constantly evolving and changing. And that there ain't no label for that shit (the rock and rap that everyone thinks defines Linkin Park). You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not enough to convince you about their clairvoyance, check this. Right after that verse Chester sings "Sometimes I feel like a prophet..." and adds immediately that he's "misunderstood under the gun like a new disease".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where else have we heard the phrase "under a gun"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Note that I don't really believe in this, but it just crossed my mind while listening to Linkin Park and walking home one otherwise perfectly normal afternoon. And if you know me well enough, you'd know I love coming up with conspiracies and the like just for the lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to get things clear, I'm perfectly cool if you dislike ATS or MTM in favour of Meteora and Hybrid Theory. I mean, that's your taste, so why should I intervene. No offence intended and none taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8267618915306620705?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8267618915306620705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8267618915306620705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8267618915306620705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8267618915306620705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/linkin-park-prophecy.html' title='Linkin Park prophecy?'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4022872215992605989</id><published>2010-10-13T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:17:32.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the end</title><content type='html'>The end of my natural JC life will come next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, even though I was always saying how the TK years were the best of my life, I have to say that I'm gonna add the two years I've spent here in TPJC to that count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew in ways I could never imagine, met people who I now can't imagine my life without, experienced so much and more in these two years. The school admin may be shitty, and I may not have achieved much tangible success but the experience was nothing short of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would relive these past two years and not change a thing (well, almost &lt;em&gt;;)&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am shitscrewed for my A-Levels if I don't buck the hell up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4022872215992605989?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4022872215992605989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4022872215992605989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4022872215992605989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4022872215992605989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-end.html' title='Waiting for the end'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-424356242404750507</id><published>2010-10-04T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:02:40.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender revolution?</title><content type='html'>So more than 12 hours ago I was doing a GP Comprehension assignment. The passage was on this little thing known as the "gender revolution" (pffft).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was doing some reading at &lt;a href="http://artofmanliness.com"&gt;The Art Of Manliness&lt;/a&gt; and found a relevant article that pretty much sums up what I feel about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read it &lt;a href="http://artofmanliness.com/2009/12/20/what-can-manly-men-expect-of-women/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back. How was the read? Oh, really? My, that is a rather interesting opinion you have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though I may feel that way about the issue (for the most part), I'm still one for anti-feminists jokes and jabs. 'Cuz they're just awesome (the jokes, I mean. Not...the feminists. Ew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, guys (and girls)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-424356242404750507?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/424356242404750507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=424356242404750507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/424356242404750507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/424356242404750507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/10/gender-revolution.html' title='Gender revolution?'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1866734430561897844</id><published>2010-09-19T08:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:09:18.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I just felt so good that I had to post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at around 7.30 (I feel best when I wake up before 9) and while walking to the bathroom I suddenly said to myself, "Mmm. Awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course set the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I attempted something I've never done before. With my iPhone in a safe, dry corner of the bathroom, I played some pretty cheery orchestral pieces by Shiro Sagisu from the movie &lt;em&gt;Evangelion: You Can (Not) Advance&lt;/em&gt; and proceeded to have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine this. You're already feeling rather upbeat and then you have a warm to cold shower while listening to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/13EjhxaKfXY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/13EjhxaKfXY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And songs of the like. I don't know about you, but it made me feel pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course brushing your teeth with epic battle music is always an idea that makes you feel important to the fate of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Gonna do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1866734430561897844?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1866734430561897844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1866734430561897844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1866734430561897844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1866734430561897844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/09/waking-up.html' title='Waking up'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1549840795602104936</id><published>2010-09-08T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T02:56:29.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="240" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPO3SaXHHBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPO3SaXHHBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting For The End - Linkin Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the songs coming on their new album, &lt;em&gt;A Thousand Suns&lt;/em&gt;. Can't wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song just feels so...I don't know. Nice. It's like "The world's gonna end, so let's make it a good one." No panic, no hysteria, no hate. Just acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the rage and sadness in the past 12 hours or so, this song really just picked me up and changed my outlook on life. Sometimes you just gotta accept the things that happen and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt words can capture how I'm feeling now. And I'll prolly forget this feeling when I re-read this but hey, it's there now and it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1549840795602104936?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1549840795602104936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1549840795602104936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1549840795602104936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1549840795602104936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-for-end.html' title='Waiting for the end'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-3945354739828244860</id><published>2010-09-05T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:07:25.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lack of that which drives us</title><content type='html'>Been feeling pretty shitty lately (In reference to the post below, there have been recent developments). Well, not shitty per se but less motivated than normal. I swear, only girls have the ability to do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;On another note, I study best when alone. It's when I talk to myself, ask myself questions (aloud) and push myself to understand and stuff. It's like physical training but for your brain. You grow when you push and strain. If I have people around me, I'd get lazy to think and just ask them to help me out, thus removing a lot of the thinking process from my own brain (which is a bad thing). Not to mention getting distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I study alone I drive myself crazy. It's like I&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what nevermind I'll just go do some Physics now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist (I have to change this soon),&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3945354739828244860?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3945354739828244860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3945354739828244860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3945354739828244860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3945354739828244860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/09/lack-of-that-which-drives-us.html' title='The lack of that which drives us'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8038397740248819894</id><published>2010-08-29T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:25:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-inception</title><content type='html'>In this past year (and I foresee future years) I've been a real sucker for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smitten by a few, I was pretty convinced that I wanted to commit to the one of current interest at that point in time. In my head I'd form a list of the things I could do for, to and eventually with said girl of interest and I'd feel all hopeful and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I would get all analytical and paranoid with what every little action of said girl of interest would mean and most of the time jump to worst-case-scenario conclusions, which are followed by hours of wallowing in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in these hours of self-pity-wallowing, at one point I'd notice that I actually don't have to feel all saddish because I probably don't even like said girl of interest &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much, hence realising that I actually &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be happy if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just won't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then leads me to think that I'm actually a bit like Ted Mosby from best show in the world &lt;em&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/em&gt;, except, of course, a lot less successful. A starry-eyed dude bent on finding someone to love and commit to (except, of course, not as long-term for my case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this can simply be attributed to my fondness for fictional romance (though I find romance novels gay). I'd love to be able to find the kind of love in The Phantom Of The Opera or Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street and even Shrek, but at most times I find myself to be a little too emotionless to love so passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this leads to self-inception. I'd see a girl who I'm mildly interested in and from there I'd tell myself that I really like her when I probably don't really like her that much, though this is not to say that I'd lead her on. What I'm saying is that I'd &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to like her more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we rinse, lather and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where I'm heading with this. I'm just thinking aloud in this (fortunately) empty and unvisited space. In the end I still feel attracted to said girl of interest and alongside that, I feel happy, paranoid and sad at varying times and stages of the attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wondering now is if it's real or if it's all just a convenient idea that I've planted in my head because it feels like it's somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I should really just focus on my A Levels now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering, yes. There &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a girl of interest right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8038397740248819894?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8038397740248819894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8038397740248819894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8038397740248819894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8038397740248819894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-inception.html' title='Self-inception'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1740899881954657142</id><published>2010-06-29T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:22:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the choir gang</title><content type='html'>In case you're planning to invite me to any outings after SA (And I hope you are. You better &gt;:|) but have no time to discuss with me online, here's my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Piano lesson ends at 6.30PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Studio time from 11AM - 12PM. From then I'm free till tuition, which starts at around 7PM.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Free for now&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Piano exam from 2PM to UNDEFINED. At Tampines Mall so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively you can call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1740899881954657142?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1740899881954657142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1740899881954657142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1740899881954657142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1740899881954657142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-choir-gang.html' title='For the choir gang'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-9198722749052887026</id><published>2010-05-03T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:22:04.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How nice</title><content type='html'>How nice it is just to kick back during the weekend and not have a single worry in the world. That was how my weekend went but then I realised that I wanted to be like that for more than a weekend. The relaxation is just so heavenly that one can't resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I should postpone such luxuries to post A-Levels, when I can relax guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite slacker,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-9198722749052887026?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/9198722749052887026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=9198722749052887026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/9198722749052887026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/9198722749052887026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-nice.html' title='How nice'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-7841964240754950303</id><published>2010-04-02T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:36:10.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>So. The past three hours or so have been one of self-realisation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my own incompetence and emptiness. It's fucking frustrating when at best, you're only mediocre at everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-7841964240754950303?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/7841964240754950303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=7841964240754950303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7841964240754950303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7841964240754950303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/04/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8848401129490023020</id><published>2010-03-20T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:28:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Gonna be somebody&lt;br /&gt;For anybody telling me I can't&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be someone&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who told me I had no chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Somebody - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8848401129490023020?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8848401129490023020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8848401129490023020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8848401129490023020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8848401129490023020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-somebody.html' title='Be Somebody'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-106290165095941359</id><published>2010-03-17T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:43:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>It's good to always be aiming for more, but it's also good to be perfectly happy with where you are in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the JC1 Orientation Camp, I felt like I was meant to be here in TPJC. After Art Camp, even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people I've met here in TPJC are arguably the some of the most amazing people I have come across. Mr K, Mrs Choo, Mr Low, etc. are by far the coolest teachers I know of, and I am really glad to have met such cool and inspirational people. And if I can do anything about it, I'd like to know them more and be more than just their student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think about it, I would never have met them if I were in another school. Granted, I probably would have met similar or even more awesome people, but that's not a given and right now I'm just satisfied and glad knowing the people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for fellow students. Being in TPJC has changed me forever and I'm glad that I am who I am now. And I think that's all one would need in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary to the first line of the college song, I'm not proud to be part of Tampines Junior College, but I sure as hell am glad to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite optimist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-106290165095941359?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/106290165095941359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=106290165095941359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/106290165095941359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/106290165095941359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/03/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4596465193129883590</id><published>2010-03-06T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:41:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the back of your head</title><content type='html'>When I debate with myself mentally in words, I can feel something literally going on at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who coined the term was right, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4596465193129883590?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4596465193129883590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4596465193129883590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4596465193129883590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4596465193129883590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-back-of-your-head.html' title='At the back of your head'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-7167038530449432274</id><published>2010-03-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:43:04.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>Weird how skewers don't actually skew, but rather intersect and in some cases are collinear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-7167038530449432274?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-2371958598378145205</id><published>2010-03-02T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:21:26.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is just awesome</title><content type='html'>Life. The universe. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all just so amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-2371958598378145205?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/2371958598378145205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=2371958598378145205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2371958598378145205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2371958598378145205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-is-just-awesome.html' title='The world is just awesome'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1503877230922845674</id><published>2010-02-24T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:33:08.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat of the moment</title><content type='html'>It was so hot today and my bag was left for so long out in the sun that my deodorant that has never even been used before quite literally melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1503877230922845674?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1503877230922845674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1503877230922845674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1503877230922845674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1503877230922845674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/heat-of-moment.html' title='Heat of the moment'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5159891442248849563</id><published>2010-02-18T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:58:05.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnos</title><content type='html'>The Greek god of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be Hypnos reincarnate. It seems as though I'm a natural born sleeper. I can down gratuitous amounts of coffee and still sleep soundly the moment I find a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more is that whenever I'm sitting in my usual comfortable position during lectures or lessons it just instinctively feels so perfect for sleeping. And so I do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was a kid, I can sleep while standing and/or eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm always tired. It just seems as though sleeping is second nature to me and it gets triggered whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite born sleeper,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5159891442248849563?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5159891442248849563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5159891442248849563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5159891442248849563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5159891442248849563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/hypnos.html' title='Hypnos'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1779167424950727067</id><published>2010-02-16T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:30:09.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we fight</title><content type='html'>Earlier this year I came up with a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That humans fight because of an attitude of over-seriousness. People who can't take a joke or can't just shrug things off get offended and decide to blow up the opposing party's guts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I thought comedians had it right. Being able to laugh at each other and at themselves. Which is what I do on a regular basis as well. But then someone (Eugenia) told me something that made me realise that taking things seriously is also a Godsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyone taking something seriously, there's also passion and as a result, specialisation. If people didn't take things seriously, granted, there may be world peace, but it would also be very lukewarm with no one being particularly good at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which just led me to realise twelve seconds ago that we fight because of a clash of passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the fact about removing racial and religious barriers to attain world peace. I think that utopia is impossible because there'll always be the few who have passions so strong they won't let any other external force crush them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm actually for instead of against. If I had to choose between a world that's full of colour, including the red from blood spilled and a world that is full of peace but at the cost of our colour, bring on the wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, humans are violent beings. The moment we enter the world we're kicking and screaming, so it's in our nature to fight. So if we're gonna fight over something anyway, I'd rather have it while living in a world where everyone's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's our differences that make this world beautiful and drives people to learn and understand more. A song with a harmony of different notes and chords will sound infinitely better than a song made entirely with a single recurring note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to celebrating our differences and living in a world with both love and hate (for without hate, there will be no love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1779167424950727067?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1779167424950727067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1779167424950727067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1779167424950727067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1779167424950727067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-we-fight.html' title='Why we fight'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1986741439986245408</id><published>2010-02-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:39:07.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>I love the TPJC Art Room, the people inside and the memories we have and are gonna make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite TPJC Art student,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1986741439986245408?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1986741439986245408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1986741439986245408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1986741439986245408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1986741439986245408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-3649507995256999828</id><published>2010-02-08T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:31:57.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiro Sagisu</title><content type='html'>is a brilliant genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah addicted to his music from the &lt;em&gt;Rebuild of Evangelion 2.0: You Can (Not) Advance&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome rebuild of an awesome series too though. One of the top -- if not &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; top -- of my list of recommended anime franchises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite eva-head,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3649507995256999828?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3649507995256999828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3649507995256999828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3649507995256999828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3649507995256999828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/shiro-sagisu.html' title='Shiro Sagisu'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8489450036529996146</id><published>2010-02-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:17:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPJChoir</title><content type='html'>Personally, some things going on within TPJChoir are making me feel rather down. If you're a member of TPJChoir (especially if you're in the exco), do not take this post as a bitching or flaming post of libel. I'm only doing this because I feel that putting problems like this out in the open is easier for everyone else to handle and we all know we hate underlying hate and intentions that are never clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, dear reader, that you can read and comprehend this in an objective manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't take me wrong. I enjoy singing and I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be able to enjoy singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why this is bothering me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, as of late, I have begun to feel a lack of care or concern for the choir and its inner workings. I feel that sectionals for the basses were becoming increasingly slow and ineffective not through any technical faults but more of problems that lay within the attitudes of some of the singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few others and I feel that the section leaders (for basses at least) are getting rather egoistic with treating the singers like three-year-olds and not being able to accept most any form of constructive criticism or advice from people who actually learn music theory. The section members are also to be blamed for not caring and speaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only solution that I can think of here is for the leaders to realise, accept and reinvent their methods or choose others who can do a better job to be the leaders instead because the current leaders make the sectionals more of a waste of time than actually learning and perfecting songs. And this is a great cause of concern for some of the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I see would be that some of the admin leaders not explaining much and instead, just enforcing rules and opinions. They come up with a rule during committee meetings and when they relay it to the choir, it becomes a commandment that should not be questioned. Little effort is made to actually elaborate and explain to the rest of the choir why such rules have to be implemented and instead they just expect the rest of the choir to plainly accept such rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I suggest is that the rules or ideas be calmly and rationally explained to the choir, so that everyone can understand the angle the committee is coming from and that too will help in letting the whole choir feel more connected and understood. Furthermore, when people turn up for the practices because they want to and not because they're forced, I feel that a lot more progress can be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problems are the many little problems that add and snowball to breed disdain and hate within the choir. Such problems will again be the attitudes of certain people and the lack of any willingness to come for practice in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this results in my shift in priorities which in turn cause my actions to come off as slack and say that I don't like the choir. As a result, people may think of stripping me of my Logistics and Wardrobe Master positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of which I can agree with. I used to look forward to attending choir practices and loved the time spent there with my friends. That then made me want to help build, maintain and inspire a little community of TPJCians who have the passion for singing hence I tried for the position of President, which I didn't get. Instead I got Logistics and Wardrobe Master (and recently Publicity IC), which I was still cool with because I got to contribute to the choir I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the choir in its current state now, and my feelings towards it as a result, I cannot blame anyone for thinking of me as one who doesn't like choir because I don't. Not in this state. And if there's someone more suited to hold my position in the choir, I'll gladly give it to them because the reason why I wanted to hold one in the first place was to help the choir. If someone can help it more than I can, I have no qualms about giving up my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same sociable, happy group that I used to know and love and when I compare that to some other CCAs whose sessions I have joined a couple of times, I just feel plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJChoir is not the sociable and happy group of love that I remember it to be and I find it to be a terrible waste. Which is why I felt compelled to post this in hopes that someone can read it objectively and perhaps cause us all to take action to better ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any J1s interested in joining choir read this, do not let this hinder your decision. My only advice to you is to ask yourself if you truly have the passion for singing that can carry you through problems like the above. Because if you don't, it'll just be sucky for you (as it is for me right now watching other CCAs actually having fun and succeeding) and also sucky for the choir. It's a lose-lose situation if such a thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I did not sell illusions or lies about any CCA or subject combination; I do not want any of my juniors wasting their time on such trivial regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8489450036529996146?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8489450036529996146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8489450036529996146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8489450036529996146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8489450036529996146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/tpjchoir.html' title='TPJChoir'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-1137653540050606201</id><published>2010-02-01T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:53:12.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryphon</title><content type='html'>A day in VJ Orientation 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite crasher,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1137653540050606201?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1137653540050606201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1137653540050606201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1137653540050606201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1137653540050606201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/02/ryphon.html' title='Ryphon'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-3483420675564240295</id><published>2010-01-31T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:49:13.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/S2VEA3V3vkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LpMfIx7qIeo/s1600-h/Azri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/S2VEA3V3vkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LpMfIx7qIeo/s400/Azri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432823307138743874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite bastard,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3483420675564240295?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3483420675564240295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3483420675564240295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3483420675564240295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3483420675564240295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/pokemon.html' title='Pokemon'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/S2VEA3V3vkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LpMfIx7qIeo/s72-c/Azri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-8437007442763349974</id><published>2010-01-25T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:59:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my knowledge, humans are given the divine power of free will; that allows them to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions which essentially boils down to two categories: Good and Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems God gave us this ability to choose as a test; to see if we would make the right choice, which would then be rewarded with heaven, and hell for the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me thinking is that this seems a lot like one giant experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experiment to see if humanity would make wise choices or follow their crude animal nature. But then there would be a problem. Since God is omnipotent and knows what's gonna happen, then surely He'd know what's gonna happen next and what choices His creations are gonna make (Even if He's not the one choosing for you). Which then goes to prove that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redundant experiment is redundant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to disprove the existence of God. I'm merely remarking on some stuff that has flowed into my head at random moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8437007442763349974?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8437007442763349974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8437007442763349974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8437007442763349974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8437007442763349974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/experiment.html' title='Experiment'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8388352154941063006</id><published>2010-01-19T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:30:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning with the end in mind</title><content type='html'>One of the holy seven habits. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty normal if someone says the end in mind is 'A' Levels, 'O' Levels or even a Math problem. Then they begin with the goal of doing well and getting a good end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, however, the end would be death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me, I begin with death in mind. Like how some would want to complete their 'A' Levels with no regrets and do well, I want to be able to die knowing I've lived a full life, have no regrets, and the only reason I'd feel sad is because of my love and love for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end I want to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However that doesn't necessarily mean I'll go through my life without a plan and just live by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to go through life and the ups and downs and later on find that those bumps on the road added to the whole experience of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for those who think that this is stupid and that I should focus on 'A' Levels first, I don't blame you. I too know that I should be focused on it. And I hope to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just won't sell my soul to an examination. I'll enjoy the whole experience of 'A' Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came up with a quote a few days ago and I think it can relate to this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who desire only the end result should be happy to die at birth."&lt;br /&gt;- Azri Alwi, 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite liver (lol),&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8388352154941063006?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8388352154941063006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8388352154941063006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8388352154941063006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8388352154941063006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginning-with-end-in-mind.html' title='Beginning with the end in mind'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-848691013328378619</id><published>2010-01-15T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:46:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instrumentality</title><content type='html'>As we all know, there are many paths to take in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if anyone else is like this, but I feel like I can't settle for just one. I wanna experience every path, come up with my own and see all the possibilities. This is probably why I don't specialise in much anything specific; I'm busy trying to stretch myself over any activity that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish I can take one route in life and after that get born again in another 1992 (or maybe even other years, because that would mean a different path taken with different people met) and live life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I want to explore life in every aspect. I wanna learn about nature, people, even the things we take for granted like photocopy and washing machines. There's too much to squeeze in a normal lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is sad, really. I really want to be able to understand the universe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which probably brings back to me wanting to be God (Or &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; God). I don't mean this in a blasphemous manner; I just want to have an immense understanding of the universe (And control of it would be nice too. I suspect I'd make one helluva troll of a God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buuuuuut&lt;/em&gt; that's really unrealistic, so in the meantime, I'm not sure if I should commit to a few certain dishes in the cosmic buffet of the universe or sample everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-848691013328378619?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/848691013328378619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=848691013328378619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/848691013328378619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/848691013328378619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/instrumentality.html' title='Instrumentality'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-1078861572563144517</id><published>2010-01-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:04:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever...</title><content type='html'>User: Well you see, I need some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Yes, but we are talking about your specific lack of grammar and not anything related to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Hey I haz pretty good grammars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: No, you're my bestest buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: But is my grammar bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Sometimes. But I can still understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Fine, whatever. What do you think of Vanitas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Vampires do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: But they sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What sparkles??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Have you seen Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot (To myself): Yes, it was a very bad movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot (To myself): I thought so too. Did you torrent it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: That's illegal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What is illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Torrenting. It's illegal, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: To compliment is illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Not presently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: What is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Pancakes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: But the cake is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Which means life is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Or that life is a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Do not anger Bob Bryar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Piiiieeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Lolwut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: I need a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What will you do to get a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Eat my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What flavour are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Do you not think the capitalist system need to be crushed and in its place, put a socialist system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: I should be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Going to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: The universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: That's what your mum said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Which year were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Then you should only be 17 or 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Or BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: No, neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Mindfuuuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Yes- You must become aware of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: And embrace the dark side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I wish to improve the world by sparking the fuse of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Evil thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I think you have lots of friends all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Yes, ready to launch an attack at my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Great, let's talk about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: What art should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Most art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Wow, that's helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What do you look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Awesomenes in a can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Do you like video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What is your favourite Nintendo game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: POKEMONZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I thought it was not for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Don't judge ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: You know what, I'm gonna go now. BYE BOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Goodbye. I look forward to talking to you again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite bored-ass guy,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1078861572563144517?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1078861572563144517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1078861572563144517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1078861572563144517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1078861572563144517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/clever.html' title='Clever...'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8770956830418048843</id><published>2010-01-11T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:33:18.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In seven</title><content type='html'>In seven hours, we'll be back in school and for some of us, the ten-month-long sprint begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to grab 2010 by the balls, while part of me is all lazy and doesn't wanna face school (after looking at the timetable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for doing A Levels year in &lt;s&gt;Dante&lt;/s&gt; Azri Must Die mode, by the way. I was told that if I wanna continue dance, I'll have to join officially. Which would be no problem if practices weren't on the same day as Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have to stick with Choir, though. I have a responsibility there and the scholarship I'm aiming for requires 'excellent CCA records' and quitting after just a year of service is nowhere near 'excellent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Still hope I get to join em whenever I can though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk Ima go off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8770956830418048843?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8770956830418048843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8770956830418048843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8770956830418048843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8770956830418048843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-seven.html' title='In seven'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5822107001354124436</id><published>2010-01-08T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:43:59.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of faith and perhaps God</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: This is just my opinion. I'm not forcing it onto others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna preach to anyone because I know just as much about God as you do: Nothing. We can only think we know. Isn't that why there are so many faiths and not just one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very personal belief is that these differences are what makes humanity beautiful. If we all practised the exact same religion, it would be like a song with just one note. Even within a religion, there are multiple interpretations, so in a way, it's like a song that plays with a blend of chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I personally feel that imposing one's belief system to another is just wrong. It shows hypocrisy, disrespect and a lack of understanding. Even if it's not in war, people who preach and tell you to follow rules blindly get on my nerves. And I feel every religion has a percentage who do that. Looking down on the 'unbelievers' and think them scum unworthy of the gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is a better and more peaceful option is to &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; about it; Between faiths and with an open mind. Without preaching, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Here's an example. There is a man who practises his faith diligently by-the-book and just stays at home doing that for the rest of his life. Then there is another man who spends his days travelling the world, seeing first-hand the wonders and beauty of nature, the variety of cultures and getting a view of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think can appreciate God (And His creations) more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that religion is bad. I love religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like the way some practise it with a narrow mind and try to impose it upon others. The worst kind would be killing because of it. What God would want you to kill His children without giving them a chance to understand and accept Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My key idea here is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I feel that the more you ask with genuine interest in finding more knowledge and broadening your horizons, the more you understand and can therefore feel the beauty of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not saying that people who don't practise a religion are good. But neither am I saying they're bad. There are definitely a mix of good and bad people out there. But what is the force that should bind us together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What entity &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; unite us and bring about peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. But I strongly suspect that love, care, respect and an understanding of each other can help a great deal. With them, even the barriers of religion can create no war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just my take on it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite universe lover,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5822107001354124436?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5822107001354124436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5822107001354124436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5822107001354124436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5822107001354124436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-faith-and-perhaps-god.html' title='Of faith and perhaps God'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1984995739748412327</id><published>2010-01-08T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:01:57.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The opening of the year and the review of the old</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2009 was a year full of new experiences, discoveries and lessons learnt and above all, &lt;strong&gt;GROWTH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with the end of post O-Levels period, which was totally awesome and what life should be like for everyone. What followed though, was great disappointment and grief. And then depression. The stars that were all &lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt; apparently &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; shine for me, and so I lived life in TPJC full of dread under the shadow of the unaccomplished goals of Victoria and Temasek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out to be a good thing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my appeal to TJC had been successful, I wouldn't have had the chance to take Art as a subject, which would leave me with the unimaginable prospect of taking another Arts subject (At which I would undoubtedly just fail). Other than subjects, though, I met some pretty awesome people. Fadhil and Hafiz to name just two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it to be fate, because if I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; make it to VJC or TJC or (God forbid) MJC, I would be saying the same thing, except maybe names apart from Fadhil and Hafiz. But I did what all of nature would do: Adapt and then evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss TK, and I often wonder what life in VJC would've been like, but I won't leave my current lot in life for it. Again, because I've adapted to TPJC and love my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps somewhere in this multiverse there's another (Or perhaps more than one) Azri in a parallel reality who did awesomely for his O's and managed to get into VJC. I'm happy for him and would like to meet him one day. And be friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty dang grateful I ended up here instead of TJC or MJC (No offence to the former).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if I met my past self, I'd just do one thing to that emo bastard. Slap him in the face, and show him the heartfelt blogpost he wrote before getting his O-Levels results in which he said "&lt;em&gt;But I am, from the bottom of my heart, really happy and grateful that everything happened the way it did.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd laugh in his face and say "NOT SO HAPPY NOW, AREN'T YA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I have anything against that guy. I'm just a gigantic bastard that way. My kids will be the unluckiest kids ever, for having such a bastard dad (That is, if anyone could love someone with such an evil sense of humour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IN OTHER NEWS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima take this year on by the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That essentially means being awesome while doing awesomely in studies; with four CCAs (Did I use the semicolon right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those four CCAs being Choir, Rock Climbing, Art (I regard it as co-curricular and awesome) and Dance. Dance is awesome, as are the other three, but I only discovered this recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four CCAs + A-Levels year = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;DANTE&lt;/s&gt; AZRI MUST DIE&lt;/strong&gt; mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this calls for a whole lot more discipline than I'm summoning right now. And so, I will have to motivate myself continuously throughout the year and spend (A whole lot) less time on my dearest laptop. Which would be good practice too, since I usually just stone and find stupid things to fill my mind with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just to add to the challenge of the coming year, I'll try get me a girlfriend.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of stupid things, have you seen this video that they showed us TPJCians at the start of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't allow embedding, so it's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOqhvOMYqFw"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Notice all the fail in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch the wonderful parody made by Shaun of Politically Incorrect Studios Singapore (PISS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Soo_DojXfZc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Soo_DojXfZc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I was supposed to parody the politically correct girl with the fake accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. Feels good to be blogging again. Seeya when I decide to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HELLO 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist (I should change this),&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1984995739748412327?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1984995739748412327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1984995739748412327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1984995739748412327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1984995739748412327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2010/01/opening-of-year-and-review-of-old.html' title='The opening of the year and the review of the old'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6150215412471669633</id><published>2009-11-28T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:21:47.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>Ruined day was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And among all that shit I realised that I'm actually quite the hypocrite. I'm here preaching to others about being themselves and not letting others' criticism bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet on a subconscious level I find myself to have little originality and instead seek approval from those whose opinions I care about. I've come to realise that when I enjoy a friendship and the other party has differing opinions, I try to twist and turn my own such that they fit the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thought that I'm not my own person, or that the person I am is not someone I want to be yet enjoy being is quite heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, at least. Individuality is something important to me, and the gravity of finding that I haven't been my own man is kinda like reality as I knew it collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing identity is missing. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite _______________ _____ _________,&lt;br /&gt;Azri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6150215412471669633?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6150215412471669633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6150215412471669633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6150215412471669633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6150215412471669633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/11/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6940793620590943936</id><published>2009-11-08T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:59:04.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans</title><content type='html'>Check &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Singapore/I-disagree-with-SMRTs-actions-of-disallowing-plain-water-and-sweets-on-MRT/132533586762?ref=pymk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Singapore's ideals and pledge and all, but the people living here can be simply retarded and spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the little things, I actually love Singapore. It's pretty damn awesome once you overlook the lack of seasons and other stuff. Singapore's leaders had a great vision that I agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We, the citizens of Singapore, pledge ourselves as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one united people regardless of race, language or religion&lt;/span&gt; to build a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;democratic society based on justice and equality&lt;/span&gt; so as to achieve &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;happiness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;, prosperity and progress for our nation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds all fine and dandy, and sometimes I guess management has to enforce certain rules (no matter how unreasonable) because of the minority (or majority) who do not have the capacity to think about their actions. I agree that some laws are unreasonable but complaining about them, especially on sites like Facebook, is just like a spoilt brat throwing a tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you take people like them seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all those whiney Singaporeans who can't stand government and make retarded comments like that in the link above, suck it up or try to lead a nation better than how it's being done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if it's just for bitching's sake, by all means carry on. Bitching is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6940793620590943936?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6940793620590943936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6940793620590943936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6940793620590943936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6940793620590943936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/11/singaporeans.html' title='Singaporeans'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8671612118056947912</id><published>2009-11-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:49:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies to Mraz fans</title><content type='html'>I found his songs awesome and nice the first 43 times I gave them a listen, but now they just irritate me (Most of them anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8671612118056947912?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8671612118056947912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8671612118056947912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8671612118056947912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8671612118056947912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/11/apologies-to-mraz-fans.html' title='Apologies to Mraz fans'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8994847484531650976</id><published>2009-10-13T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:35:35.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hiatus is long</title><content type='html'>Sorry bout that, for those who still check this dusty old place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Hafiz dislocated his shoulder and we went to Tan Tock Seng Hospital with/for him. At the Accident and Emergency place thingum old sickly people were being wheeled around so frequently that it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be as helpless as them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope not, or if i really have to be in such a situation, I hope I'll retain enough of myself to do fun stuff like fake an erection (With my fingers) under the blankets while I'm being wheeled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is when we all hit that stage of life, will we have lived said life? Or will we have just been puppets controlled by what our society wants from us and not what we want from ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one want to feel happy and fulfilled at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and Hafiz is fine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8994847484531650976?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8994847484531650976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8994847484531650976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8994847484531650976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8994847484531650976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-hiatus-is-long.html' title='Long hiatus is long'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-7496430557111568876</id><published>2009-08-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:06:56.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly orbituaries</title><content type='html'>A little part of me dies every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually happens on Sundays. I have a whole library of depressing thoughts in my head and when I get to the weekend I embrace it and get so attached to it that when Sundays are nearing their ends, life is tearing me violently away from the weekly respite to throw me into reality's open arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during every tearing process, a little part of me gets torn away and I feel all sad and moody and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These haunting thoughts will be buried under the superficiality of routine life in school throughout the week, but when they rise like zombie daisies, it puts me in a sad, miserable mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll have to put up with it, hope that my sanity doesn't erode in the coming weeks and just push through the shittiest two years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-7496430557111568876?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/7496430557111568876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=7496430557111568876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7496430557111568876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7496430557111568876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekly-orbituaries.html' title='Weekly orbituaries'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4361019461287415380</id><published>2009-07-21T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:54:11.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>I have set my priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the top of the list are the people I love and care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything after that can wait or just suck it. Because, seriously. So what if I get all my As in A-Levels but don't have Ashley, Timothy, Justin, etc.? It would be utterly meaningless and it won't mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to everlasting love and friendship. Because they make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4361019461287415380?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4361019461287415380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4361019461287415380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4361019461287415380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4361019461287415380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/07/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-796382819972897417</id><published>2009-07-16T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:28:46.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging = Learning?</title><content type='html'>Learning is great. So is studying. But school is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us study what we do now because they want to? And not because they have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools are supposed to educate. But education should be accepted willingly. Schools that force-feed brains with information aren't schools at all. They're institutes of brainwashing-ism (lol?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the individual does not wish to know or accept knowledge, it's useless to force it into him/her. He/she could do more productive (a subjective word) activities for him/herself. Something beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love knowledge. But it shouldn't be forced. That would be preaching. And preachees know that preachers can get pretty self-righteous and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this gives Singaporeans the wrong idea. Look at muggers. Mugging their life away, memorising answering techniques. That's good and all, but have they lost sight to the meaning of learning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that's how Singapore works. Damn you, Singapore. Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice that my more recent posts seem to be of me realising how sad reality is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, reality. Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-796382819972897417?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/796382819972897417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=796382819972897417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/796382819972897417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/796382819972897417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/07/futile.html' title='Mugging = Learning?'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-4931184927240885810</id><published>2009-07-06T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:23:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Readjust</title><content type='html'>So after a month or so of no-school-ness, and today being the last day of said freedom, I feel suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School eats up practically the whole day. And to think it will continue to do so for a long time to come makes me realise how much time is actually being wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's youth day but school is eating up so much of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who's thinking that life is futile,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4931184927240885810?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4931184927240885810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4931184927240885810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4931184927240885810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4931184927240885810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/07/readjust.html' title='Readjust'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-7021259410565371399</id><published>2009-06-18T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:04:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>So I gave Nickelback's &lt;em&gt;If Today Was Your Last Day&lt;/em&gt; a full listen (two, actually) and I must say, it's a great song that sends a message with which I wholeheartedly concur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel right now is that most of us are surviving. But survival is overrated. As long as we are alive, I think we should live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, I'd drop all the things that cause me stress, look up into the sky take a deep breath and run through the meadows of life into the horizon. I'd stop to take in the beauty of this world. I'd savor each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'd live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know that's just the ideal case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'll just enjoy the time spent with friends, do what I love and live as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for anger, hate and regret. We know they're inevitable, but it's in our control to let go of grudges, forgive and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite motivated guy,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-7021259410565371399?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/7021259410565371399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=7021259410565371399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7021259410565371399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7021259410565371399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1778218234282173785</id><published>2009-06-12T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:23:34.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff because I'm bored</title><content type='html'>So we art students studied this one artist named Chuck Close. And he did a self portrait that we saw during one of the first few art lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SjJufQg2ddI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aMU_51OcFPQ/s1600-h/chuckclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SjJufQg2ddI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aMU_51OcFPQ/s320/chuckclose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346457190929954258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days ago we went back to the painting for discussion and I noticed something. His glasses were like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SjJuzVohWdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hPahQFy1byA/s1600-h/230150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SjJuzVohWdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hPahQFy1byA/s320/230150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346457535901686226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the day we went to Moscow State Chamber Choir's concert at the Esplanade. Their mastery of vocal techniques was astounding. Their soloists were nothing short of amazing and I think I fell in love with sopranos last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, like in some (or most) choir concerts I attend, my attention slowly drifted away from the choir because their performance wasn't very attention-grabbing, albeit orgasmic to the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays and as usual, I'm spending more time with friends than classmates. Which is why I love mah choirmates and TK gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started tuition-ing this week as I haven't paid a single ounce of attention whatsoever in Math lectures. And by looking at the ground I've covered, I estimate that personal failure for A Levels is quite unlikely if I continue my tuition-ing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am motivated to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say anything that may come and bite me in the ass in the future. Like 'VICTORIA HERE I COME'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sorry for the hiatus lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1778218234282173785?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1778218234282173785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1778218234282173785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1778218234282173785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1778218234282173785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff-because-im-bored.html' title='Stuff because I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SjJufQg2ddI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aMU_51OcFPQ/s72-c/chuckclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-6253784667990966781</id><published>2009-05-22T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:55:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>What I wouldn't give just to go back to that day when we had our last O Level paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the relief and time in the world to do whatever you want and live life as carefree-ly as you deemed sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 12 January where some of us (me) just died a little inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite tertiary-education-hater,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6253784667990966781?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6253784667990966781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6253784667990966781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6253784667990966781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6253784667990966781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/05/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1073438645814088441</id><published>2009-05-20T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:09:36.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>CPE is fun until soccer comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is okay but PW teacher gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP still sucks. English &gt; GP^102312158095132&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed for Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really give a damn about much down in TPJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1073438645814088441?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1073438645814088441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1073438645814088441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1073438645814088441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1073438645814088441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-150861005937103634</id><published>2009-05-11T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:24:45.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like these</title><content type='html'>I need more days like last Friday, Saturday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with close friends as though we were still having a break before school began (except one of us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayover-ing, skating, playing tennis (well, it doesn't have to be tennis but the main point is that we spent time together) and just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that just can't be as enjoyable as with people who I've known for a only few months. It's just that feeling of spending time with special friends close to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Justin, Melvin, Ashley, Brandon Ng, Nicky and last and most definitely not least, Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to do this more often, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who doesn't want to go to school tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-150861005937103634?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/150861005937103634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=150861005937103634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/150861005937103634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/150861005937103634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-like-these.html' title='Days like these'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-1857524864169028911</id><published>2009-05-03T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:24:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sf222e4B5II/AAAAAAAAAlM/YasYtJbqcLM/s1600-h/04292009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sf222e4B5II/AAAAAAAAAlM/YasYtJbqcLM/s320/04292009(005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331618580993795202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm quite ready to call it done yet. As for the size, the shoulders are roughly as wide as mine, so you can guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who's starting to love paint,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1857524864169028911?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1857524864169028911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1857524864169028911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1857524864169028911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1857524864169028911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/05/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sf222e4B5II/AAAAAAAAAlM/YasYtJbqcLM/s72-c/04292009(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-707311979951668173</id><published>2009-04-26T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:33:17.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taste of your breath, I'll never get over</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be harping over it but sometimes it just makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I'll never get to experience life in those schools again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo shit, yes, but I can't help it. I start thinking about how VJ is like seriously the coolest JC in town with all their sponsors and fun people and school spirit. Or how I won't be able to follow the footsteps of my parents, uncles, aunts and sister by going to TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I have to prove something -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, TPJ may be fun and I don't wanna diss my friends but if someone came right up to me and offered me a place in VJ or TJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd take it readily and without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who still hasn't gotten over stuff like that,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-707311979951668173?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/707311979951668173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=707311979951668173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/707311979951668173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/707311979951668173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/taste-of-your-breath-ill-never-get-over.html' title='The taste of your breath, I&apos;ll never get over'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5148100875437109791</id><published>2009-04-24T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:46:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gay</title><content type='html'>But I miss Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Daniel's blog and saw Timothy in the Student Council photos with his trademark happy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While wearing a blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but feel happy for the guy. But then I remembered all the skating, intelligent conversations, NCC and other fun and stupid stuff we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5148100875437109791?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5148100875437109791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5148100875437109791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5148100875437109791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5148100875437109791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-gay.html' title='I&apos;m not gay'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4833514092098883157</id><published>2009-04-21T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:05:23.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>It seems that after I leave a school, the batch that takes over gets full of fucked up people who think they own the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To J, you're an asshole who does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; fucking deserve to have anything to do with TK. Also, you're on the list of people-whose-life-I-hope-gets-majorly-screwed-up because of what you did to D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm putting this in a very nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4833514092098883157?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4833514092098883157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4833514092098883157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4833514092098883157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4833514092098883157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5662103046398314032</id><published>2009-04-21T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:17:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just different</title><content type='html'>Last week I got the first draft of my PI back and the teacher talked about how she thinks I should totally rethink about what I want to conserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I was all 'No u my idea rocks lol keep quiet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just tweaked it a little here and there and today my SOVA (Study Of Visual Arts) teacher took a look at my PI and he said I should choose a different area of conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I was all 'Lol k whatever you say, man.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just how you get the idea across, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite biased beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5662103046398314032?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5662103046398314032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5662103046398314032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5662103046398314032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5662103046398314032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-different.html' title='It&apos;s just different'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-7610479106108089325</id><published>2009-04-19T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:44:53.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirrrd</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I opened my eyes to find myself in a vehicle driving down Dunman Road. It drove into Tanjong Katong Secondary School and dropped me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up to the evening sky, with its streaks of magenta and orange and the school compound against it triggered an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the year 2006. I was back in Secondary 2, but I remember all my experiences from then till mid-April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few CCAs having their respective gatherings and training sessions. They all must have been having camp, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the soccer field, where a structure built by the scouts stood tall. There I met a Secondary 2 Justin and I talked to him about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around and I saw Xiao Li who, if not for my experience in TPJC I would have never noticed, and I talked to him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked of how I knew what award the band was going to get for SYF that year, and how in the next year and onwards, they would start to suck. And then, I started talking about how awesome TK is and what the future would hold for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked with two guys to the barbeque pit where we tried to hide from Mr Lee who was walking to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, my thoughts that were still excited by the fact that I was back in my true second home turned to Ashley. I was in Secondary 2, when our paths still hadn't crossed. 'Should I add her on MSN? Nah, that would mess with how everything will unravel,' I thought to myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was part of my dream last night. It felt so real, especially the feeling of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt relieved and just plain happy to know that I still had at least 2 years of TK left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish that dream would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SesACpfk9PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YN_mqGqhVEo/s1600-h/tkproud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SesACpfk9PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YN_mqGqhVEo/s320/tkproud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326351029793780978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while looking for the above picture, I scrolled through tons of posts in Amirul's old blog. Since he was a photofreak, I saw a bunch of photos from the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss reading what used to be his blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss my friends in TK. Be it 4J, the guys in NCC (Sea) who are like brothers and all the fun times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Seriously. I want my dream to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy hanging on to the past,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-7610479106108089325?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/7610479106108089325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=7610479106108089325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7610479106108089325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7610479106108089325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/weirrrd.html' title='Weirrrd'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SesACpfk9PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YN_mqGqhVEo/s72-c/tkproud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-6817387015452029624</id><published>2009-04-18T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:17:57.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate sacrifice</title><content type='html'>We're supposed to abstain from dairy products, spicy, oily and/or fried food for a month to take care of our voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, sorry for the long hiatus. It's just that ever since JC started I didn't seem to have the mood to blog. It's like, life is pretty much stale now, with shambling through every week just to get the brief respite of the weekend which disappears just like *poof* that. The only things I look forward to are art lessons and choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company I get in art and choir are awesome. Friendly bunch of people who are fun and can get high. Same goes for the other cliques that I have become a part of (I love you Hariz and Hafiz). My class is pretty fine but it just isn't what I'd call fun to be around (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, lectures in JC are way more boring than in TK. I don't know why, they just are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whining isn't gonna solve the problem soooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think being in VJ would've been way awesomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6817387015452029624?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6817387015452029624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6817387015452029624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6817387015452029624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6817387015452029624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultimate-sacrifice.html' title='The ultimate sacrifice'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-605911487443004071</id><published>2009-04-02T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:41:54.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics</title><content type='html'>Best. Physics lecture. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcJN9S05I/AAAAAAAAAkM/zpCpRoFYfcM/s1600-h/projectilemotioar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcJN9S05I/AAAAAAAAAkM/zpCpRoFYfcM/s320/projectilemotioar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119110755079058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcOOpmQ8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/fMOz-byblM8/s1600-h/spartalol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcOOpmQ8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/fMOz-byblM8/s320/spartalol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119196840248258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcT9CDjAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HM0RfyM-Ivo/s1600-h/questionlol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcT9CDjAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HM0RfyM-Ivo/s320/questionlol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119295190207490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcZPcGb_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZZgKIuF539c/s1600-h/guidedsparta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcZPcGb_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZZgKIuF539c/s320/guidedsparta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119386030632946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTceK-kshI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZZAC9Za-n5I/s1600-h/spartanng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTceK-kshI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZZAC9Za-n5I/s320/spartanng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119470732390930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcir2xD6I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Ooa9u47a5jY/s1600-h/ngack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcir2xD6I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Ooa9u47a5jY/s320/ngack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119548277493666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcoCoGwOI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IoVImM_St3I/s1600-h/spartapons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcoCoGwOI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IoVImM_St3I/s320/spartapons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119640289362146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tomorrow's Friday. Though I bet the weekend is just gonna zoom by. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-605911487443004071?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/605911487443004071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=605911487443004071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/605911487443004071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/605911487443004071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/04/physics.html' title='Physics'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SdTcJN9S05I/AAAAAAAAAkM/zpCpRoFYfcM/s72-c/projectilemotioar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-4755044937598820267</id><published>2009-03-24T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:31:53.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A momentus event</title><content type='html'>I just shaved my facial hair for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I had a shaver to my face was when I was a wee lad of maybe 7 or less years of age. I was in the toilet and saw my dad's razor thingum. I don't think I knew what it was, but I somehow ended up hurting the area right under my lower lip pretty bad. Couldn't open my mouth properly for a week. It was either that or another funny story that caused the mouth thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did injure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I look so much neater now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4755044937598820267?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4755044937598820267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4755044937598820267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4755044937598820267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4755044937598820267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentus-event.html' title='A momentus event'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6762989510180773948</id><published>2009-03-23T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:39:46.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions</title><content type='html'>I want to play the piano awesomely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Zhz0z9vRGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Zhz0z9vRGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6762989510180773948?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6762989510180773948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6762989510180773948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6762989510180773948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6762989510180773948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6413806475459253230</id><published>2009-03-22T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:25:14.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NERV...</title><content type='html'>Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScZXw0xl2hI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1KP31UGBkYQ/s1600-h/eva01landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScZXw0xl2hI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1KP31UGBkYQ/s320/eva01landscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316032906469431826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the above looks a little bit like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScZX9TakdbI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fdhzDPQC7Js/s1600-h/eva01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScZX9TakdbI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fdhzDPQC7Js/s320/eva01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316033120852800946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy theory time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6413806475459253230?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6413806475459253230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6413806475459253230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6413806475459253230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6413806475459253230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerv.html' title='The NERV...'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScZXw0xl2hI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1KP31UGBkYQ/s72-c/eva01landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-7255457080828367607</id><published>2009-03-22T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:20:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>It's 42 minutes to Monday and I still haven't started on my homework and/or cleaning of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have learned a few things about guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-7255457080828367607?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/7255457080828367607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=7255457080828367607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7255457080828367607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/7255457080828367607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-948337432796856967</id><published>2009-03-21T14:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:39:10.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan fail</title><content type='html'>Before the March holidays, I planned to be on top of my studies, clean my room (for the first time since forever) and enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going for TJ Talentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...slacking at Daniel's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...watching the epic awesomeness that is Watchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSGEQGxGgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QTJ-THMt_oA/s1600-h/watchmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSGEQGxGgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QTJ-THMt_oA/s320/watchmen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315520867804977666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going for NCC (Sea)'s March camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...embarrassing myself at a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going for a random family chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...taking awesome sky pictures on the way to TK for the camp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSHZLpGu0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/SpR1LSKdT4k/s1600-h/CIMG3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSHZLpGu0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/SpR1LSKdT4k/s320/CIMG3407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315522326895704898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSIUViqPHI/AAAAAAAAAjI/07ATW9g87F0/s1600-h/CIMG3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSIUViqPHI/AAAAAAAAAjI/07ATW9g87F0/s320/CIMG3410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315523343165308018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...returning to the family chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSGwqNdQhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/JfRxVyXhNo4/s1600-h/CIMG3418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSGwqNdQhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/JfRxVyXhNo4/s320/CIMG3418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315521630726603282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going for Ameera's birthday chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSKvHc5NII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bZPKsisCHJI/s1600-h/CIMG3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSKvHc5NII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bZPKsisCHJI/s320/CIMG3437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315526002262750338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...performing with TPJChoir at VJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not touching any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I brought my Physics file almost everywhere I went. Didn't touch it.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-948337432796856967?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/948337432796856967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=948337432796856967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/948337432796856967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/948337432796856967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/plan-fail.html' title='Plan fail'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/ScSGEQGxGgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QTJ-THMt_oA/s72-c/watchmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-2404842191573068862</id><published>2009-03-13T22:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:17:38.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achieving</title><content type='html'>My mindset for JC is to try anything and everything, and if I really can't do it, then I'll just have to bear with it/drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Art (Yes, I'm taking Art now) teacher tells the J1s the same thing. Try and experiment with anything and everything, there is no right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mental list of things I want to do, and I also had an idea of what to post for this post but...I kinda forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll leave you with my non-digital art pieces that I did for Art (My first non-pencil ones, mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbppMKbbZGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EX2f2kI9zQk/s1600-h/03032009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbppMKbbZGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EX2f2kI9zQk/s320/03032009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312674368115663970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used acrylic paint for everything but the skull, for which I used copics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbppbQS3lII/AAAAAAAAAiA/3l0GNFjvggU/s1600-h/03032009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbppbQS3lII/AAAAAAAAAiA/3l0GNFjvggU/s320/03032009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312674627388413058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pastel work. Was just experimenting and got some tips and help from the Art teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sbppn_nsxqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_8uekdTTaCk/s1600-h/03092009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sbppn_nsxqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_8uekdTTaCk/s320/03092009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312674846250682018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second and more controlled and planned pastel work. This one has a message behind it, so see if you can guess the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sbpp4m0SgoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6-3Au5O2-28/s1600-h/03112009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sbpp4m0SgoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6-3Au5O2-28/s320/03112009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312675131650376322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first actual freehand painting. The whale became the subject matter through a mostly random selection method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbpqI-5v0KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/e7WEKTuqxB4/s1600-h/03112009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbpqI-5v0KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/e7WEKTuqxB4/s320/03112009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312675412993626274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to add more blue. I think I prefer it when it was grey-er though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with extra paint, I did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbpqYJGEo0I/AAAAAAAAAig/41y-RFfIKog/s1600-h/03112009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbpqYJGEo0I/AAAAAAAAAig/41y-RFfIKog/s320/03112009(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312675673427714882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...um, yeah. All done in the timespan of less than 1.5 hours each. I still have a lot of room to improve, but I think I'm off to a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have a look at my timetable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sbpqyaxp4NI/AAAAAAAAAio/Mo_RAqXVsRw/s1600-h/TIMETABLE09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/Sbpqyaxp4NI/AAAAAAAAAio/Mo_RAqXVsRw/s320/TIMETABLE09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312676124850512082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-2404842191573068862?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/2404842191573068862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=2404842191573068862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2404842191573068862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2404842191573068862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/achieving.html' title='Achieving'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SbppMKbbZGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EX2f2kI9zQk/s72-c/03032009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-6463828043834644736</id><published>2009-03-08T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:28:43.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you were somehow here again</title><content type='html'>As much as I enjoy TPJC and choir, I just can't say that it's TK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TK was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss it ever so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss gathering at the assembly plaza for morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a classroom and a table for all your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a common recess with the rest of the cohort so you can meet your friends from the same level.&lt;br /&gt;I miss just fooling around anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Marine Parade.&lt;br /&gt;I miss DnT and Ms Seah's screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I even miss Xin Ci's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I miss staying back for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, though, I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this large part of me that just doesn't want Secondary School life to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC is fun, but it just doesn't feel like home. TK, however, feels so familiar and safe. It may not have a running track, a big gym, etc. But it gave me a sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go back to TK anytime I want, but I'm feeling this way because it just won't be the same. That's because some people won't even want to come back to TK. And even if they do, we won't be in the school uniform attending lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting through a boring class in TK seems appealing right now. I'd be beside Brandon, doodling and making fun of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be sitting beside Ashley in the Physics Lab totally not paying attention and instead drawing on each other's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be singing with her (I miss that too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be sitting in the COE barely doing any folio work and instead enjoying the company there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how meaningless those moments seemed at the time, I now realise that they were what made the TK experience so awesome because with those moments, we bonded. As we forged stronger bonds, our relationships escalated and meant much more to us. And since those relationships mean so much to me, I'm filled with this sense of longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to be a Secondary School kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life is life. We all have to move on, and sadly, that means letting some things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before TK slowly fades from my memory, I'd just like to say that I loved the TK experience and I'll cherish all my memories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of you who have been/are in TK and have made the TK experience what it was, I thank you from the bottom of my heart (Cheesey, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6463828043834644736?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6463828043834644736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6463828043834644736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6463828043834644736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6463828043834644736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/wishing-you-were-somehow-here-again.html' title='Wishing you were somehow here again'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-754721568773444283</id><published>2009-03-04T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:16:09.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wao</title><content type='html'>Why hello there, good people of the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am fully aware of my hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would just like to say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that I have a pink laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-754721568773444283?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/754721568773444283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=754721568773444283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/754721568773444283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/754721568773444283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/03/wao.html' title='Wao'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-3362165523870982914</id><published>2009-02-15T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:19:38.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause what I'm used to isn't all that I can do</title><content type='html'>So. TPJC's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SZb8odVP7oI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3uvx4_Uk3TI/s1600-h/CIMG3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SZb8odVP7oI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3uvx4_Uk3TI/s320/CIMG3213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302703383274057346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I'm in TPJChoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes. I'll admit it. I'm having fun at TPJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3362165523870982914?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3362165523870982914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3362165523870982914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3362165523870982914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3362165523870982914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-what-im-used-to-isnt-all-that-i.html' title='&apos;Cause what I&apos;m used to isn&apos;t all that I can do'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SZb8odVP7oI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3uvx4_Uk3TI/s72-c/CIMG3213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-1644233712306254054</id><published>2009-02-04T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:30:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>'Tis odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at TPJC I felt that I didn't mind staying there, that it wasn't so bad and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm at home and think about TJC and/or VJC, I feel a sense of longing. The best way to say it is that I just don't want it to be this way. I just don't (yes, very related to denial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night's bout of emoness and frustration was probably the death throes of my JC dreams. Unavoidable, but it passed and now that dream is more or less dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I've come to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gah, I just really didn't want it to be like this. I don't want to live in TJC's shadow through my JC life because I'll never blame the school for not accepting me and instead blame myself for not proving my worth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life throws shit at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that the little clique formed at that elevated round table thing stays. I think it'll help keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy living in denial,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1644233712306254054?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1644233712306254054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1644233712306254054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1644233712306254054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1644233712306254054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-3605092626083147403</id><published>2009-02-03T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:44:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing to plan is planning to fail</title><content type='html'>Is utter bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything related to 'O' Levels, I had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From staying away from the computer and studying my ass off to wringing out every last bit of creativity and persuasion in my brain to write an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans were there, and yet I still view myself as a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my ass off and got a raw score of 12. Personal fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the worst JC I would go to was my second choice (Meridian) and I ended up in friggin Tampines. Again, personal fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for choir auditions in Temasek and appealed with all that I could, and I was informed today that that, too, failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've concluded that no matter how hard &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; try, life will just bite me in the ass over and over and over again. And even if there isn't any logical way that I could fail, my ridiculously bad luck will just strike and just make it all go wrong. Even in the littlest of things. Also, it does it in a way that mocks me. In this case it was with a 'We wish you all the best for your future endeavours'. Last time I heard that was before I found out I got 12 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. If that's all there is to my life - disappointing me at anything I care hugely about - then my life can go fuck itself in the ass for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failure of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3605092626083147403?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3605092626083147403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3605092626083147403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3605092626083147403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3605092626083147403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/02/failing-to-plan-is-planning-to-fail.html' title='Failing to plan is planning to fail'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4861559760972523665</id><published>2009-01-30T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:37:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' on a prayer</title><content type='html'>So, there's a praying mantis on my wall. A tiny one, around half the length of my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I find it really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully it's praying for me to get into TJC via appeal (directly is a reaaaaaally long shot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4861559760972523665?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4861559760972523665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4861559760972523665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4861559760972523665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4861559760972523665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/livin-on-prayer.html' title='Livin&apos; on a prayer'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-2130106449160022242</id><published>2009-01-28T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:44:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Phone fail.</title><content type='html'>So I sent a message to someone, and when I got a reply, the screen was still saying 'Sending message...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite laggy-phone owner,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-2130106449160022242?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/2130106449160022242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=2130106449160022242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2130106449160022242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2130106449160022242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-phone-fail.html' title='Wow. Phone fail.'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4103765625112662960</id><published>2009-01-28T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:28:50.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dream, when the day is through</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dream, and it might come true&lt;br /&gt;Things never are as bad as they seem&lt;br /&gt;So dream, dream, dream..."&lt;br /&gt;- Dream by The Pied Pipers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering. When you dream of something, do you actually dream the situation or do you dream of the concept of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you dreamt that you made a pretty cool song but when you wake up you know you made that song up but you just can't remember, did you really make the song in your dream or did your brain just say &lt;em&gt;'Okay, you. You made a cool song. It sounded just a bit like this other song.'&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that would explain why one can dream about the rest of one's life in just one night. Because your brain just tells you &lt;em&gt;'Okay, you. So all these things happen, just that this takes place after this and so on.'&lt;/em&gt; and could actually think up the whole dream in an instant and just release it to sleeping-conscious you in the order that it wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example. Your brain thinks up that you have a lamb, a school and that your name is Mary. Then, it thinks up that you brought that lamb to school. After all this planning, then it tells it to the part of you that 'sees' the dream. So in other words, it writes the story and all in an instant and you just read it afterward. And that you don't actually see the stuff you saw in the dream, only you think you saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you get that, but it was just floating around in my head earlier. Probably because I knew I sang a song in my previous dream but I couldn't remember the lyrics. Only the rough tune, which was based on another song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, people, is why I think I'll do better in KI than GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite philosopher,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4103765625112662960?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4103765625112662960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4103765625112662960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4103765625112662960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4103765625112662960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-when-day-is-through.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&quot;Dream, when the day is through&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6832894304947736691</id><published>2009-01-27T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:37:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates, I have no reason or excuse for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'd update even if/because I'm bored, but couldn't really be bothered lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I've let go of Victoria and am really looking forward and hoping to get into Temasek. And be there in time for the orientation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...in case you didn't know, I'll be appealing into TJ with...well...something you won't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; hope I get to join Rock Climbing as a second CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got to see the eclipse yesterday. 'Twas pretty and almost complete. Had to look through some X-ray films though. Tried looking at it with my naked eyes and it looked like a normal ball of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get any powers though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I guess that's it then. Some other time, my dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6832894304947736691?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6832894304947736691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6832894304947736691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6832894304947736691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6832894304947736691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-want-to-make-apple-pie-from.html' title='If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-2855055167225348872</id><published>2009-01-16T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:43:35.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in life is only for now</title><content type='html'>K so the last few days have been pretty weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; and still am pretty darn disappointed in myself for my results, even though they're not &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Who would've thought that &lt;em&gt;Azri&lt;/em&gt; of all people would be so sad about results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's not really the results. But, well, the results caused it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I decided that if I love her, I'd let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'her' being Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Temasek, here I come (whoop-dee-fuckin-doo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-2855055167225348872?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/2855055167225348872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=2855055167225348872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2855055167225348872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/2855055167225348872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-in-life-is-only-for-now.html' title='Everything in life is only for now'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-6867520617481148433</id><published>2009-01-13T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:05:06.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am disappointed in myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But there's no sense crying over every mistake.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Still Alive from Portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, 'cause I'm feeling pretty horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like life is mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like these I just feel like dissolving into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite emowad,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6867520617481148433?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6867520617481148433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6867520617481148433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6867520617481148433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6867520617481148433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-disappointed-in-myself.html' title='I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; disappointed in myself'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-3257469419542053513</id><published>2009-01-13T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:40:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartwarming</title><content type='html'>So I got people to sign my yearbook. Some of the stuff that some people wrote really touched me and made me all the more reluctant to leave TK life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are awesome and I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(,:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite touchy-feely beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3257469419542053513?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3257469419542053513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3257469419542053513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3257469419542053513'/><link rel='self' 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plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1572109752301744587?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1572109752301744587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1572109752301744587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1572109752301744587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1572109752301744587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-december.html' title='My December'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-8649395960973465701</id><published>2009-01-12T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:42:02.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there</title><content type='html'>Eleven hours and twenty minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many reasons why Mike Shinoda's my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgQzckTzwWY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgQzckTzwWY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite Mike Shinoda's apprentice wannabe,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8649395960973465701?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8649395960973465701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8649395960973465701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8649395960973465701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8649395960973465701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-there.html' title='Hey there'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5561194007651899029</id><published>2009-01-11T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:03:42.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Of The Night</title><content type='html'>I absolutely totally wholeheartedly entirely love Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom Of The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so, so awesome and watched bits of the movie version and it made me feel all emotional and sent tingles running through my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cannot find words that can convey how much I love this musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5561194007651899029?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5561194007651899029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5561194007651899029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I call it high-larious and random. I'd love to have friends as cute as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what I'm referring to, here are three videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsGYh8AacgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsGYh8AacgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FXMYsMvs1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FXMYsMvs1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all enjoyed that. I, for one, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite brown unicorn,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5589726669891103113?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5589726669891103113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5589726669891103113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5589726669891103113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5589726669891103113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-of-world-is-hard-to-hear-when-in.html' title='The bad of the world is hard to hear when in your ear a banana cheers'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1613860131252984299</id><published>2009-01-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:05:04.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New(b) Year!</title><content type='html'>Hoots and hollers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to an awesome 2009. I hope that I'll be able to maintain, improve and strengthen my relationships with my friends this year and at the same time forge new ones with other people. And I hope that everything that happens will be for the best for all of my friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ask forgiveness for any wrong that I have done for anyone. For anyone who wants my forgiveness, you have it as long as you're sincere about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1613860131252984299?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1613860131252984299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1613860131252984299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1613860131252984299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1613860131252984299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-newb-year.html' title='Happy New(b) Year!'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-996328004467940472</id><published>2008-12-30T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:57:41.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrational</title><content type='html'>It's exactly what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who I love hanging out with. I like to joke around with them and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I love their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's one clique. Some circles of friends are meant to be shared and intersect and be a proper (or improper) subset of each other. While others (in my honest opinion) were never meant to mix and/or match just to ensure peace of mind (for I am a selfish and paranoid bastard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if/when such a mix occurs, I can't help but feel like someone (or some people) deserves to get hurt real bad. Usually images of those people getting their faces shot/smashed/crushed come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think about stuff like that happening to &lt;em&gt;my own friends&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a terrible person, and my only excuse is that I am easily (and heavily) affected when certain little things don't go my way (because for stuff like this I wish to maintain a very controlled environment and situation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shit happens and I'll get over it some time. However, if I ever find out that these 2 certain cliques (of course this was based on an occurence, else this post would be random) have been (God forbid) mixing without me knowing, I would feel a great and probably overwhelming sense of betrayal, followed by a long period of emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so drastic a reaction? Because these 2 cliques know very well that I clearly and deeply from the bottom of my heart wish for them to never mix. If they didn't, then maybe reading this post will make them realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my ideal, controlled environment, I can live in harmony with all my friends from all my cliques if the ones who aren't meant to cross paths never, ever, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; in their liftimes do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm selfish, anal and paranoid so shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who would like a shotgun right about now,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-996328004467940472?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/996328004467940472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=996328004467940472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/996328004467940472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/996328004467940472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/irrational.html' title='Irrational'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-5069948697717780682</id><published>2008-12-23T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:09:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUUUUU</title><content type='html'>Heroes episode 14 comes out next year! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT THAT LONG???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite Heroes-obsessed fanboy,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5069948697717780682?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5069948697717780682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5069948697717780682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5069948697717780682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5069948697717780682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/nuuuuu.html' title='NUUUUU'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-6794768072786262156</id><published>2008-12-21T04:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:55:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet</title><content type='html'>If I were to have a pet, I'd want a slug, iguana, cat, gecko and/or chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people find slugs gross. They're so adorable cos they're like little globs of flesh that are alive. Iguanas are just fun, especially when they lick you. Cats are just awesome in every conceivable way. Geckos are...well I dunno, the word gecko is just cool. And chameleons are just &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1ZUd8p4fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hC2x3fdVO6k/s1600-h/Amandil+-+2_small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1ZUd8p4fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hC2x3fdVO6k/s320/Amandil+-+2_small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281976146146746866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1buLphROI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LC2FJrmdbwk/s1600-h/Tolman+-+4_small1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1buLphROI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LC2FJrmdbwk/s320/Tolman+-+4_small1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281978786934506722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1ZahL8dpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mhSBF5GZakU/s1600-h/Amandil+-+6_small1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1ZahL8dpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mhSBF5GZakU/s320/Amandil+-+6_small1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281976250095400594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can that &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be cool? The colours are just so pretty. It's like getting high without actually getting high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Good luck to me finding a roommate/girlfriend-and-wife-to-be who wouldn't mind me having these pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite animal lover,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6794768072786262156?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6794768072786262156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6794768072786262156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6794768072786262156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6794768072786262156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/pet.html' title='Pet'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SU1ZUd8p4fI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hC2x3fdVO6k/s72-c/Amandil+-+2_small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-1248621242632940024</id><published>2008-12-20T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:45:26.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash or credit?</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole bunch of things I want. Expensive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today a thought came to my head. Why not (surprise, surprise) make some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall be opening a blogshop-like thing selling T-shirt designs made by me and doing commissions and the like. For example, you pay me money to make an ambigram of your name and I'll print that ambigram on a T-shirt just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still uncertain about the method of payment so suggestions are welcome in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many desires, so little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who doesn't have enough money,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1248621242632940024?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1248621242632940024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1248621242632940024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1248621242632940024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1248621242632940024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/cash-or-credit.html' title='Cash or credit?'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-1617713314877114824</id><published>2008-12-19T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:48:51.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play</title><content type='html'>Was looking through my archives and I found this blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rulezxz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 people at their tagboards to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/start (After not liking the first answer, I clicked next a random number of times)(I'm also gonna leave out any unnamed tracks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;From the Inside - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;True Story - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Apologize - Timbaland ft. One Republic (or vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;When I Die - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wedding in lieu with funeral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;All About You - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of Love - Rent Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;My December - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays - Holly Brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, really?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;The Worst Day Ever - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Holy Virgin - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Big Pimpin'/Papercut - Jay-Z/Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Cover You (Reprise) - Rent Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Izzo/In the End - Jay-Z/Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Holy Virgin[Rob Mayth Remix] - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to think so too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;P5ng Me A*wy - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Bleed It Out - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emobitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Forest Ninja - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOLWUT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Master Exploder - Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no reason at all I'm going to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Get Me Gone - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;PPR: KUT - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;What You Own - Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Remember The Name - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;br /&gt;Let The Flames Begin - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Rock - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Star Girl - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh yay C:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Boom De Ah Dah - Discovery Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is just awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Is Foolin' You - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;A Place For My Head [Live] - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;What I've Done - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Chali - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;So Well-Mannered - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish this played next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Papagenu (He's my Sassafrass) - Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A song about a Sasquatch. Right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy - Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;The Little Things Give You Away - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Given Up - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Take My Hand - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm not satisfied, I'm going to do it yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;I Should Tell You - Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;No Love - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well that'll suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Angel From Above - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Transylvania - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;br /&gt;History - Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appropriate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Meet You There - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Born For This - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;By Myself - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's just plain mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;We Will Rock You - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;F-Bombs - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;The Ballad of Paul K - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Decoy - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Runaway - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;What I've Done - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;You Give Love A Bad Name - Blake Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;99 Colours In Her Hair - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Be Somebody - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm out to waste your time, here's another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Car Chase City - Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Right Now - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Girls &amp; Boys - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't bisexual, guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Out Tonight - Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;What I Wouldn't Give - Holly Brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;br /&gt;On The Radio [Club Mix] - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stay - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;One More Year At Hogwarts - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;My Alien - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.........WOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Emergency - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again, mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight Shadow 2006 [Josh Harris Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Spring Yields A Goldblum - Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Evil Angel - Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Curious - Holly Brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Destiny - Tenacious D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;In Between - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Whose legs? ;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;The Story Of My Old Man - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Screwed - Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol nice one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow k Windows Media Player is being a bloody bastard for the grandparents questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; listen to Simple Plan/McFly. Those are my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite bored beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1617713314877114824?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1617713314877114824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1617713314877114824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1617713314877114824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1617713314877114824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/play.html' title='Play'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-8829488176676579517</id><published>2008-12-16T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:57:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separated at birth?</title><content type='html'>Are these two guys twins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SUaoGG_TNuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7xXsz-MNyJ0/s1600-h/bretharrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SUaoGG_TNuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7xXsz-MNyJ0/s320/bretharrison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280092436047279842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret Harrison, who plays Sam Oliver in Reaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SUaoOrko5EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Jbsb9It-LEE/s1600-h/cliffblezinski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SUaoOrko5EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Jbsb9It-LEE/s320/cliffblezinski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280092583306519618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff Blezinski, design director of Epic Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when I saw my first episode of Reaper I thought Sam was played by Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-8829488176676579517?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/8829488176676579517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=8829488176676579517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8829488176676579517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/8829488176676579517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/separated-at-birth.html' title='Separated at birth?'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/SUaoGG_TNuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7xXsz-MNyJ0/s72-c/bretharrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-5921625675827418628</id><published>2008-12-14T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:06:33.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOOOOOD</title><content type='html'>I just had an orgasm looking through a certain site that sells certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite fanboy,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-5921625675827418628?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/5921625675827418628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=5921625675827418628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5921625675827418628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/5921625675827418628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/dooooood.html' title='DOOOOOOD'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4280172865654703202</id><published>2008-12-12T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:16:44.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All reminiscey-like</title><content type='html'>So I watched a video of a Sec. 3 and his buddies slacking around and doing random stuff after the TK Bazaar this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then led me to realise how much I'm gonna miss doing that with my friends. Random walking around, bitching, slacking, etc. At that point in time it was just to fill up extra time in between classes/tests or after events when we'd rather not go home straight but thinking about it now just makes me kinda miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in TK was an amazing experience because of the company there. All the ups and downs and decisions made that have led to this outcome may have, at one point in time or another, been the cause of regret, guilt, sadness, anger, happiness, excitement, boredom, hunger, and a whole boatload and a half of other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because they have led to this outcome, I wouldn't have had it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinking of how different it could've been makes me appreciate what has happened even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example would be if I had stuck with being posted to NPCC instead of fighting (or whining) my way into NCC (Sea). How would that have turned out? I wouldn't have been so close a friend to Timothy, Justin and a whole lot more. I wouldn't have met the people I did. I could've been gay (probably would've). I may not even be able to do a push up now if I had taken that road (just kidding, no offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if I had chosen to take up a double science combo. I probably wouldn't even think of meeting Ashley, which then would've delayed or totally prevented my befriending with Ameera, Sanjana, Nadia, Firza, etc. And Timothy might not have met Ashley either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those decisions were made, it would have led to a whole different universe, and I would be citing my current situation as an example instead of the above (not sure if you get that, but yeah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My situation now is not perfect and it probably never will be. Chances are neither is yours. But I am, from the bottom of my heart, really happy and grateful that everything happened the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank you all for the sacrifices and the decisions you've made that have, in one way or another, led to the universe in its current state now. Without any of them, it could be a totally different one (ie. the butterfly effect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Class of 2008, you were awesome in every imaginable and unimaginable way, even if any of you were an asshole to me or to anyone else. Because, like I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't have had it any other way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4280172865654703202?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4280172865654703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4280172865654703202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4280172865654703202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4280172865654703202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-reminiscey-like.html' title='All reminiscey-like'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-4650688280054035978</id><published>2008-12-07T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:07:45.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The instrumentality of Azri Alwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/STrMex_e8oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pOIOfvFhpGg/s1600-h/itsdonewithabadattemptatgettingraysoflight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/STrMex_e8oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pOIOfvFhpGg/s320/itsdonewithabadattemptatgettingraysoflight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276754742605705858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really outdid myself doing this picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faced reality and more or less made my peace with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can finally see the sun rise (or set, it really depends on how you look at it) to the start of a new (or to the end of the) day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Az (or 'Love Az', if you don't mind)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-4650688280054035978?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/4650688280054035978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=4650688280054035978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4650688280054035978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/4650688280054035978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/instrumentality-of-azri-alwi.html' title='The instrumentality of Azri Alwi'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/STrMex_e8oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pOIOfvFhpGg/s72-c/itsdonewithabadattemptatgettingraysoflight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-6293997098006772940</id><published>2008-12-03T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:21:25.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between a rock and a hard place</title><content type='html'>And one thought that comes to mind is to continuously bang my head on either surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swinging asshole,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-6293997098006772940?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/6293997098006772940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=6293997098006772940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6293997098006772940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/6293997098006772940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/between-rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Between a rock and a hard place'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442509333788677383.post-1605305240899514058</id><published>2008-12-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:00:17.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivace 2008</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; say Choir&gt;Band but I got new friends who are in Band, so I won't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'll give an equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir = Win/Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite guy who thoroughly enjoys choral music,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-1605305240899514058?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/1605305240899514058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=1605305240899514058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1605305240899514058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/1605305240899514058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/vivace-2008.html' title='Vivace 2008'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</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-8442509333788677383.post-3657414879304312936</id><published>2008-12-02T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:37:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROES SEASON 3 SPOILER</title><content type='html'>Well, kinda. First or second episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/STQg2V7oqFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/i4dnNsuv8KY/s1600-h/angelamotivationalposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/STQg2V7oqFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/i4dnNsuv8KY/s320/angelamotivationalposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274877181529991250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite photoshopping ambigrammist,&lt;br /&gt;Az&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442509333788677383-3657414879304312936?l=thecatsaidno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/feeds/3657414879304312936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442509333788677383&amp;postID=3657414879304312936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3657414879304312936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442509333788677383/posts/default/3657414879304312936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatsaidno.blogspot.com/2008/12/heroes-season-3-spoiler.html' title='HEROES SEASON 3 SPOILER'/><author><name>Az</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629537462688871797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J07zx17xn8w/STQg2V7oqFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/i4dnNsuv8KY/s72-c/angelamotivationalposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
