<?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-4188130876609065074</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:29:49.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of Stein Yan.</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was created for me to show my INNER feelings. Any harsh comments or words of hatred will be ignored and shoved up your arse. Also, I made this blog with the inspiration from some of my friends who already have a blog, and therefore, THANK YOU. This blog is kinda new, so please mind my mistakes. And of course, I am always open to comments that can help improve my blog. :D Enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4416770911176257090</id><published>2009-10-25T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:17:06.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Blogger, Hello LiveJournal.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEE. I'm officially moving to LiveJournal. Don't ask why, it seems cool'er there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Blogger can go suck a bag of d!cks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, re-link me @: 01steiny.livejournal.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank'ing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'niets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4416770911176257090?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4416770911176257090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-blogger-hello-livejournal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4416770911176257090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4416770911176257090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-blogger-hello-livejournal.html' title='Goodbye Blogger, Hello LiveJournal.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3642622091554385823</id><published>2009-10-22T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:09:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is for suckers.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated school today. Except for the lessons and the later part of the day. But earlier in the afternoon, it sucked.. I shan't explain why, cuz I don't wanna make a big fuss about it. So anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the dateline for my, our rather, NLE project. Basically the project was pretty simple, just grab a movie, and create your own trailer on it. Easy huh? Well, I thought it was.. but I guess it wasn't. Because our 'teamleader' didn't make heads or tails about picking a movie to edit. At first it was.. "Jumper", then its "Hitman" and now finally her decision was "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button". So anyways, I didn't do much since she was the one with the 'know-it-all' attitude. But every once in a blue moon, I offered my help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, we did the project, handed in, almost missed the dateline but 'its s'all good'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes our 4-hr break. Usually, I'd have my PSP to.. y'know.. NOT bore myself. Unfortunately, my PSP has met some series of unfortunate events and is unable to continue working anymore. So, you can imagine how bored I was. Luckily, Joshua was kind enough to borrow me his laptop. And I played.. Crazy Planets on Facebook. Heh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything after that totally sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for the dinner, heh, it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'niets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3642622091554385823?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3642622091554385823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-is-for-suckers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3642622091554385823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3642622091554385823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-is-for-suckers.html' title='School is for suckers.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-2934105206499539204</id><published>2009-10-21T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:06:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo is gooooood.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its now currently; 11.00pm sharp. I just watched an episode of GhostHunters before coming here to type an entry. I won't talk about school, because it's been another.. usual day. Nothing special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I wanna apologize to Kelvin. Sorry I couldn't wait for you, I had some stuff to do at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleagh.. I'm kinda lost for words today. Don't worry, I ain't emo or anything. And no, I ain't thinking about suicide or something. But yeah, maybe I'm just kinda excited about Friday. I get to meet my long lost friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until then my friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'niets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-2934105206499539204?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2934105206499539204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/shampoo-is-gooooood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2934105206499539204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2934105206499539204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/shampoo-is-gooooood.html' title='Shampoo is gooooood.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3547473870220774964</id><published>2009-10-20T20:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:24:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, today was fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Y'know? Sometimes, every once in a blue moon, I might actually enjoy myself in school. Nawww, of course I'm exaggerating. Well, usually I enjoy myself in school most of the time. But today however, was kinda special. I wouldn't reveal too much here, I'm afraid someone might actually read it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;BUT.. We did actually went out, all the way to Bugis. On bus. The journey there was kinda fun, disturbing Daphane on the phone, watching Jasmine abusing my iTouch, telling Sun about how an idiot he is.. Yeah, it was kinda fun. So our destination was Sunshine Plaza. It was the place where we went to print our DPH final project. But this time, we needed to print our DVD covers. Well, they actually, not me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So anyway, we got off the bus.. there and then, we knew.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;That we were lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, we actually got lost in Singapore. Stupid, I know. But eventually, with Elizabeth's quick thinking and the desperation of getting out of the scorching sun.. We managed to find the place. It wasn't very far, but we were practically complaining most of the time. About how hot Singapore was.. about how far Sunshine Plaza was. Us = typical Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So anyway, we found the place, got in, did our stuff and proceeded to Sim Lim. Its actually my second time there. I don't usually go to those REALLY far places, even though it really isn't that far. But whatever. We went into Sim Lim, got our stuff and finally we then proceeded to Bugis Street. Why? Cause' we wanted to get some 'stuff'. You'll find our sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After about.. an hour of shopping, we finally made a conclusion that we were hungry. So we walked.. in the HOOOT sun to Bugis Junction to have our lunch. I just gotta say.. that Bugis Junction's foodcourt.. HAS WAY TOO MANY EXPENSIVE FOOD. What's worse, it doesn't even taste the price. IT TASTES LIKE CRAP. Well, not really, but the Yong Tao Fu I ate.. wasn't so bad. But Elizabeth's japanese dish was horrible. She wasted like.. 8.90 on a plate which tasted like dog food. Note to self: Eat @ McDonald's if you're planning to eat @ Bugis Junction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So after we ate, we sat and talked about stuff.. Talked about Bleach, about Naruto, about our projects and whatnot. It was kinda fun, talking to them. So anyway, we got up and left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing much happened in school. Except that I got to know a new friend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'niets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3547473870220774964?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3547473870220774964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-crap-today-was-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3547473870220774964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3547473870220774964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-crap-today-was-fun.html' title='Holy crap, today was fun.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6342516168651721725</id><published>2009-10-19T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:02:27.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickidy, sickidy, SICK.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M DOWN WITH FEVER! This sucks, bloody bloody sucks. Actually, no, it doesn't suck. Cause I might not have to go to school for another day. But it seems a 'person' needs something from me. And that 'something' is kinda important for our project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;..Ignore this part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Actually, I won't have to worry about a thing if she didn't appoint me as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;. How can you expect a team to fully operate if you don't try to listen to your teammates? You should stop pushing around work which you yourself, is able to do. You know what? F*ck this, f*ck you. Yes you, you should know who I'm talking about. Why the F*CK did you have to pick me for your as your crew? Why the F*CK did you have to appoint me as a Producer? Why the F*CK do you have to be a b!tch? Honestly, if you weren't so stuck-up in your ass I wouldn't mind actually working with you. But noooooo, if it isn't bad enough, you just HAD to appoint me as a Producer, didn't you? Open your bloody eyes, since you're freakin' blinded about how your make-up is as thick as inches, everyone hates you. Everyone wants you to just fall off a cliff and splatter into a thousand pieces. Everyone just wants to pour kerosene on your make-up and burn it to dust, so that your 'boyfriends' are able to see what you really are.. A B!TCH. Who gives a damn about your shortfilm? I'm only doing it cause I have to, I'm only doing it for the grades, I'm only doing it, because I don't have a bloody choice. DAMN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BLEAGH, that felt bloody good. Actually, I'm kinda hoping that she'd read it. So she would confront me about it. Then i'd have every right to blast whatever I have to say, into her f*ckidy face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Signing off,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'niets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6342516168651721725?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6342516168651721725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sickidy-sickidy-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6342516168651721725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6342516168651721725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sickidy-sickidy-sick.html' title='Sickidy, sickidy, SICK.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8599199021139474342</id><published>2009-10-15T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:18:27.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's lying to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dearest Diary,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh god, I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just remembered that when I was in Malaysia, I was thinking about a particular someone. And that particular 'someone' isn't &lt;i&gt;her. &lt;/i&gt;It was actually.. HER. Those of you who know me particularly well, should know who I'm talking about. And those of you who don't, don't assume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's wrong, she's happy right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's wrong, she's with someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's wrong, because she gave me 2 chances.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's wrong, because she probably doesn't know I exist anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This sucks, seriously. I thought I was over it, I thought that I could just let it go. I thought that she was gone from the depths of my mind. But it isn't. I've been trying to distract myself, looking away from the obvious fact that I still have feelings for her. To be honest, it was hard. When you left, I don't know if you realized this, but I still loved you. I hated myself, I hated myself alot. But I know that it's already over. You said so yourself. And I know that it wouldn't happen. Not in a million years. You gave me chances, I gave you empty promises. And I regret deeply for that. I know you'll never read this, I know you'll never remember my name. But let me tell you this, I'll remember yours. I'll remember everything about you. You have my word for it. For you, are my unattainable dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be sure to take care of yourself, and drink loads of water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry, I needed my 'Stein' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8599199021139474342?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8599199021139474342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hearts-lying-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8599199021139474342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8599199021139474342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hearts-lying-to-me.html' title='My heart&apos;s lying to me.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7537882112768048431</id><published>2009-10-15T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:58:55.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. McScruffy &amp; McFluffy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dearest Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some fortunate/unfortunate news! I'm sure you guys know that I'm currently living with a reptile (or issit an amphibian? w/e it's spelt). You guys should also know that it's mainly the reason why my room stinks most of the time. Maybe it's because it spends most of its time pooping and pee'ing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Useless bugger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, fear not, I have a solution! I'm throwing him away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawww, of course not. Well, actually, I don't have a solution. But, what you see on the title is the names of my brand new pets. (Damn, I sound like Pet Society) Meet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. McScruffy&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/StaO77QYQOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ukctcQrFdOM/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/StaO77QYQOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ukctcQrFdOM/s320/DSC01237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392654763992563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr McFluffy&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/StaO8NkcwII/AAAAAAAAAOs/7hC_Ek-PArk/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/StaO8NkcwII/AAAAAAAAAOs/7hC_Ek-PArk/s320/DSC01238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392654768908583042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're Dwarf Hares. In case you're wondering. Cute, aren't they? But for some weird reason, I think Scruffy doesn't like me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Fluffy likes me though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, just in case you people think I've gotten soft, the name's of the rabbits weren't chosen/picked by me. Blame my sister and her horrible taste of CUTE'ISH NAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7537882112768048431?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7537882112768048431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr-mcscruffy-mcfluffly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7537882112768048431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7537882112768048431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr-mcscruffy-mcfluffly.html' title='Mr. McScruffy &amp; McFluffy.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/StaO77QYQOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ukctcQrFdOM/s72-c/DSC01237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3180991930305392381</id><published>2009-10-14T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:14:00.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't tell Cortez what to do. Only Cortez can tell Cortez what to do.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had problems? Have you ever had the urge of telling someone about how sucky you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure everyone had this 'urge' before, am I wrong to say that I'm right? Picture this, imagine talking to a particular someone which you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; will hear you out. So, you're talking.. and talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: Hey, I have a problem.. (Example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Person:  Hmm? What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: Y'know, I hate Eddy. (Example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Person: *Lol* Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: He's such a pig. He always takes my food. (Again, another example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Person: Hey y'know, I have this friend who was exactly like Eddy. He ALWAYS takes my food. (Note the.. problem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: Uhh? ..Oh issit? (You, pretending to give a damn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Person: Yeah, I mean, whenever I buy McDonald's, he'd come right next to me and steal my fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: Uh huh.. Okay.. (Who's the one listening now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Person: Yeah, so, you were saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: Yeah, it's about Eddy, the other time, when we were playing Basketball he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Person: Y'KNOW? You sound exactly like my cousin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You: F*ck this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's what I mean. I mean, can't you FUGGIN' listen? You're the one who's supposed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not referring to anyone, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3180991930305392381?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3180991930305392381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-tell-cortez-what-to-do-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3180991930305392381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3180991930305392381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-dont-tell-cortez-what-to-do-only.html' title='You don&apos;t tell Cortez what to do. Only Cortez can tell Cortez what to do.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4157232042217364380</id><published>2009-10-14T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:36:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?! I'm BACKKKKK. Oh yeah, this feels great, to be back in Singapore I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna blog about the times I've been there. Let's just say that it wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't feel like blogging today. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4157232042217364380?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4157232042217364380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4157232042217364380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4157232042217364380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1480836779189176539</id><published>2009-09-30T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:00:29.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia; Muar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy crap, I'm finally done with my packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as the above stated, I'm finally done packing. I didn't know it would go so smoothly, I thought I would have some things missing and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't. So, anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I hope there's internet @ the place I'm staying in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*PRAYS.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you when I see you guys. ^.^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;#01steiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1480836779189176539?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1480836779189176539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/malaysia-muar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1480836779189176539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1480836779189176539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/malaysia-muar.html' title='Malaysia; Muar.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6118051167388825999</id><published>2009-09-30T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:02:28.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuckidy fuck?</title><content type='html'>I have a logical explanation for my doings. Don't assume, and don't wonder. I didn't lie, and don't think that I did. Don't over-react, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6118051167388825999?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6118051167388825999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fuckidy-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6118051167388825999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6118051167388825999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fuckidy-fuck.html' title='What the fuckidy fuck?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7899352512353362532</id><published>2009-09-30T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:45:02.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its officially tommorrow! Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its officially tomoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's the last day I get to be in Singapore. Heh, it seems like I'm a really big fuss about it, but something tells me that I won't be enjoying myself there in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I tend to over-think alot. Who knows? I might just enjoy myself over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that my room buddies bring their laptops. So I can use it to blog, or something. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I mean you; Sun.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I tend to be last minute.. What a minute, its already tomoro?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, probably another reason why I'm KINDA overreacting about the whole Attachment thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've not packed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are probably saying.. "Yeah, that's usual." Which is kinda true, I just don't feel the mood to pack. Though, I managed to find my bags and everything. I just needa lay out my clothes and stuff out. Let's just hope I don't forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7899352512353362532?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7899352512353362532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-officially-tommorrow-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7899352512353362532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7899352512353362532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-officially-tommorrow-today.html' title='Its officially tommorrow! Today.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7691210661815121742</id><published>2009-09-29T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:18:15.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Father..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;God gave me 4 fingers, but I'm only using 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, its been awhile since I ever made a blog entry. Well, now I'm making one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the song: "For My Father"? Yeah, I'm re-perfecting it again. Why? Well.. I don't know actually. Maybe its cause its really soothing to the ears? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 're-perfecting', I mean by playing it with my full hand. Not with only 3 fingers. So that means I'm including my ring finger in for the plucking. I usually play plucking songs with 4 fingers, but it feels so weird whenever I try to include my ring finger for this song. Weird me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm sure you guys don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm counting down to my Doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure you guys know that I'm going away to 'Muar' for my attachment. If you didn't, then it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I'm leaving in another.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days. Time flies really fast whenever you're going away for an attachment. And whats worse, I haven't even packed yet. LAZY LAZY LAZY me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, whatever. I just hope I can make it there in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7691210661815121742?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7691210661815121742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-my-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7691210661815121742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7691210661815121742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-my-father.html' title='For My Father..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-9083956116889772613</id><published>2009-09-23T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:02:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SORRY GUYS,there's something wrong with my "Text Size" thingie. Apparently, it doesn't listen to what I say. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-9083956116889772613?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9083956116889772613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9083956116889772613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9083956116889772613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/apologies.html' title='APOLOGIES.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-9089512455039497680</id><published>2009-09-23T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:01:14.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Deferment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone else realise that the CMPB is at..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DEPOT ROAD?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back from the "checkup".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you guys are DYING to hear about what happened right? Well, I'm about to burst your bubbles. Why? Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never take a bus from Pasir Ris to Bukit Merah Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, continuing from where I left off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shutted down my comp, took my stuff and proceeded down to the; 12/21/358 busstop. Took a bus 21 bus to the interchange. Walked to the MRT station, saying hi to Charlene on the way. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(HI CHARLENE.)&lt;/span&gt; Tapped in, sat in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Zzzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;, we're finally on our way. My destination @ that time was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;Hill. Which was.. kinda far, so me, being the gamer I am, whipped out my PSP and started playing on Tales of The World; RM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If you have a PSP, you should try it.)&lt;/span&gt; When the MRT arrived @ City Hall, I swear, my heart felt like it was about to explode. Maybe its because I was too.. scared? Like I said, I hate checkups. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE.. CHECK.. UPSS..&lt;/span&gt; I tried to calm myself down by thinking of a happy thought. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Rainbows and unicorns!)&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't work though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;Hill." Said the MRT-lady-person-talking-thingie. I stood up, feeling as if my arse weighs a ton. Dragged my feet towards the door. And when the MRT doors open, it felt like I was walking to my doom. The corridors of the MRT station were empty, the only few there was me, and my pride. I courageously walked towards the stairs that appeared to move &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Escalator.)&lt;/span&gt; And rode it to the bottom floor. There, I saw many unfamiliar faces. It was then, that I knew, that I was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a risk, and stepped through the gates of the MRT station. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The EZ-link thingie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.. so.. very.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted out. So I ran &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(walked actually.)&lt;/span&gt; towards a tower with many lights on it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The traffic light.)&lt;/span&gt; I knew, if I was at someplace with alot of lights, someone could actually spot me.  There, I waited.. and waited.. for something to guide me. Something to help me conquer this fear. Then, suddenly, a four-wheeled mechanism stopped infront of me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A cab.)&lt;/span&gt; I was shocked, scared.. but the person who was "commanding" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Driving.)&lt;/span&gt; the mechanism said; "Where would you like to go?" I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the commander &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taxi driver.)&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALVATION.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(CMPB.) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He nodded his head as if he was acknowledging me. Then we were off, off to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;. After afew minutes or so, the mechanism stopped. And the commander said; "We're here.". I was confused, this wasn't salvation, it looked like a gigantic fortress with guards all around it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(CPMB has army personnel guarding the entrances.) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"That would be 6 dollars and 60 cents." said the commander. I was confused even more. What the hell is this.. "d.ollar..s" he speaks of? I started to panic, what if he went mad and wanted to rape me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched around frantically looking for a "dollar.". Fortunately, I managed to find a carrier&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wallet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; filled with what seemed like.. plastic paper? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Dollar notes.)&lt;/span&gt; I took a piece, and gave it to the commander. "Thank you." he said, and handed me something that looks very much similar to poker chips.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Coins.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took his "gift" and left the mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tricked.. and now, I'm left by the roadside to starve. Having no other choice, I proceeded into the fortress to seek shelter. The moment I stepped into the fortress, it's guards pointed out in another direction, as if he wanted me to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; there. I agreed, and walked towards where he pointed. Then, I was stopped, stopped by a large arc shaped machine. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A metal detector.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next to the machine, there stood another guard, he asked me to step through it. I believe it was some kind of ritual &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Checking for any suspicious items that you forgot to declare.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to accept new comers into their fortress. Without taking any risks, I hurried through the arc. And the guard, smiled and pointed me to another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked, and walked.. through the scorching heat. Through the rough terrain. You can never imagine the pain, the heat.. the loneliness.. I walked.. Through the fog and sand, I managed to see a sign. I hurried. As I approached the sign, I could roughly read out what it said; "CMPB."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I have arrived to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALVATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, enough. I hope you guys enjoyed my 5 mins of extreme lameness. Don't worry, whatever I said above was definitely overreacted. But if you manage to translate that into 'real-life' speak, all of it is actually true. Including the part when the taxi dropped me off? I was completely confused. It didn't look like CMPB. And I was afraid that I was lost. Luckily, I managed to find it. Thanks to the helpful signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me, I'm not done with my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I shall cut the crap and get straight to the point; I didn't have to do the medical checkup after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It appears that I only went there just to apply for deferment. Actually, when I think about it now, I'm furious. But back there and then, I didn't feel a thing. I wasn't angry, I wasn't relieved. Nothing. So that means I just went down ALL the way to CMPB, just to do afew 'clicks' on the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, I took a bus 5 straight to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER THING, DO NOT RIDE ON A BUS FROM BUKIT MERAH TO PASIR RIS. You won't be able to feel your butt after which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-9089512455039497680?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9089512455039497680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ns-deferment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9089512455039497680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9089512455039497680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ns-deferment.html' title='NS Deferment.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6784327903154751641</id><published>2009-09-23T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:12:56.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Medical Checkup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm bloody scared of CHECKUPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, today, is the day, I have to go over to the CMPB to do my NS Medical Checkup, which totally sucks. I hate checkups. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHECK..UPS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why? I don't know. I just hate the thought of doctor's asking me to take off my clothes and whatnot. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm overreacting, but I don't even know whether I needa take off my clothes or not. Bah. Best not to worry about it. And just get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the checkup may take up to 3-4hrs. Which is.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;. Why does a checkup have to involve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOURS&lt;/span&gt;. Like I said, best not to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I actually wanted to ask someone to accompany me along, but.. NAWWW.. I mean, I don't wanna ask anyone to wait for me for 4 friggin' hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As I'm counting down to my doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, this sucks. I'm panicking. But at the same time, I'm thinking to myself.. "Why the hell are you panicking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's there to worry about?" ..Dammit I sound like a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Guess I'll go and get ready. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sadface..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Be sure to check back after 4hrs to see how it went! :D&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6784327903154751641?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6784327903154751641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ns-medical-checkup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6784327903154751641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6784327903154751641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ns-medical-checkup.html' title='NS Medical Checkup.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1024035008053704223</id><published>2009-09-22T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:10:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever thought of giving up? I did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A thousand apologies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been like.. AGES since I've last posted an entry. But.. there's a reason actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm just plain lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wondered how the world would look like under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's Tuesday. I actually woke up thinking that today was Monday. Time really flies whenever you're having your school holidays. Today's the day that I'll get to see my 'alumni' friends again, cuz there's a meeting @ PTC. Which is organized by A. Lily. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I bet it's nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post anything about yesterday. Cause' I can't remember what I did. My sister told me that I was drunk @ my auntie's place, which kinda makes me worried. MY FAMILY WAS THERE. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*omgwtfbbq.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then again, I also remembered drinking Orange juice. Damn, this sucks. Ever get the feeling of doing something good, and totally forgetting all about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll end this entry off with a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's for you, Guns &amp;amp; Roses fans. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOoMWnLxHH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/HOoMWnLxHH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just incase you people think it's fake.. Its not. He's doing a loop technique. Which is technically taking advantage of the foot pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1024035008053704223?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1024035008053704223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ever-thought-of-giving-up-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1024035008053704223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1024035008053704223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ever-thought-of-giving-up-i-did.html' title='Ever thought of giving up? I did.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8566893965500941057</id><published>2009-09-16T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:21:03.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamaha SG Series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*You're illegally beautiful.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the Yamaha SBG series? Well, if you didn't, you should. They're BLOODY pretty. Awesome curves, and majorly sexy to look at. What's worse, they're not selling it here in Singapore. DAMN! I soooooooooo wanna touch it. Just look @ those gold hardware. The Headstock! The inlays!*Drools.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SrDduufwmPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1c2uan23Dsw/s1600-h/P_sbg2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SrDduufwmPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1c2uan23Dsw/s320/P_sbg2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382045349532702962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, the colour that I wanted to show you guys weren't available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been eyeing @ this particular guitar as well. Its a Gibson's Les Paul Custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SrDfwoWAuNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lkgoUYovqHk/s1600-h/LPC-EBGH1-Finish-Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SrDfwoWAuNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lkgoUYovqHk/s320/LPC-EBGH1-Finish-Shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382047581264197842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this my friends, is what my friend likes to call; *Guitar Porn.* Why? Its because a guitar can actually be referred to as: Sexy. Sexy enough to make any guy drool. And therefore, called porn. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*So Stein, how was your day?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, today was really odd for me. Everything seemed weird today. Okay first off, y'know how crazily full bus 12 can be right? Well today, for some weird reason, it wasn't. By the time I reached ITE, there were still spaces which you can sit. Weird huh? Maybe everybody's having the holiday blues. Secondly, when I arrived in class, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QUIET&lt;/span&gt;. Majorly quiet. Maybe because only like.. 13 people came? Yeah, THAT quiet. And thirdly, tomoro's lessons are cancelled. (Except for the morning ones.) Which means I get to go home bloody early, which is a really really rare thing for me. However, Jasmine &amp;amp; me decided that we'll visit the PTC. Since CC was complaining about us not visiting and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Maybe it's called ambition.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Usually, I'd have more things to say. But I don't. So, I guess i'll end this post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*I'm missing you by the seconds.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8566893965500941057?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8566893965500941057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/yamaha-sg-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8566893965500941057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8566893965500941057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/yamaha-sg-series.html' title='Yamaha SG Series.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/SrDduufwmPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1c2uan23Dsw/s72-c/P_sbg2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8563171548317675089</id><published>2009-09-15T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:22:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Like a cross turned upside down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*SHE LIVES..! MuHaHaAAhaHAA. *Cough* Hah..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS. I just restringed Lessie the other day. She always looks good with new strings, it brings out her colour.. ;) The moment I re-'strang' her, I started strumming like there's no tomoro. I guess I kinda missed playing hard, I guess.. I was also practicing on how to stand and strum. It might sound easy, but it's not. Trust me. And I broke a nail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*I shall now commit suicide because the real MasterCheif is so much better than I am.. ..blargh.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the thing. I didn't go to school today. Yes yes, I know, my attendance is really bad. But, sometimes you just have those days where you just wanna forget about school, and just relax. Yeah, today was the day. Anyway, I spent the whole day relaxing @ home, which is kinda what I'm doing now. Sitting down on my lazy ass, on my lazy ass chair, typing on my lazy ass keyboard, looking @ my lazy ass screen. Ahh.. This is the life. And guess what, next week is my LAZY ASS HOLIDAYS. OMFGWTFBBQ! No I mean seriously, I really can't wait for it to come. I'm actually thinking of skipping school this whole week. Because I'm suffering from the Holiday Blues already. But.. Naww.. My friends would miss me too much. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else realise that Youtube'ing is actually pretty fun? I mean, all you need to do, is just click the "Video Suggestions" after every video. And you can actually stay at it for like.. 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some videos which caught my attention;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to view it in FullScreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzzjgBAaWZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/fzzjgBAaWZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheif &amp;amp; Arby; Episode 7: "Girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hH2yjZAoWRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/hH2yjZAoWRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabinogi: Heroes Gameplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8w1GptpiE68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/8w1GptpiE68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest &amp;amp; the Matador by Senses Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_wCnds6cZxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/_wCnds6cZxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, hope you enjoyed the videos. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The arrow, show straight to hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8563171548317675089?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8563171548317675089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-cross-turned-upside-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8563171548317675089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8563171548317675089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-cross-turned-upside-down.html' title='..Like a cross turned upside down.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3533032744817453371</id><published>2009-09-14T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:27:55.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class advisor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms Christina is our new CA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Omfgwtfbbq semi-colon O.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Naw, I'm not really shocked.&lt;/span&gt; I'm kinda relieved actually. She really is kinda cool. Though, she's acts kinda like a mum. But she's cool. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Nods.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Takecare over there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3533032744817453371?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3533032744817453371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/class-advisor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3533032744817453371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3533032744817453371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/class-advisor.html' title='Class advisor.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6768058573401483523</id><published>2009-09-13T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:54:44.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, please help me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God, I feel horrible. I feel like I hate the world. I feel like I could scream. I feel like my heart's been dugged out and left to dry. I feel like crying. I feel like tearing apart the 'L,O,L' keys whenever I try to type them. I feel like killing the person who tries to talk to me. I feel like taking this computer screen &amp;amp; throwing it @ a wall. I feel like I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know what this feeling is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Phuck this.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6768058573401483523?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6768058573401483523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-please-help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6768058573401483523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6768058573401483523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-please-help-me.html' title='God, please help me.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6193209395519075791</id><published>2009-09-13T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:23:50.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, the only thing I ask of you, is to hold her when I'm not around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Can anyone guess what day it is? ..anyone? YES.. It's SATURDAY.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, we should talk. This is not something to be shunned aside. This is a problem. And I wanna solve it, before its too late. First off, I'm sorry for kinda avoiding you during the first part. I guess it's just me, y'know? If you don't talk to me, I won't talk to you. Thats my kind of style. Anyway, I just wanna get this topic off of my chest. Because it's really starting to bother me. As in seriously. Until whenever then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Calling all cars we got another victim. Cuz' my love has become an affliction. Well what did you expect from me?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is Sunday. And you know what that means. Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAMILY DAY&lt;/span&gt;. And no, its not a good thing. So anyway, I went over to my Grandma's house today. I do nothing there except for eat, watch TV, eat again &amp;amp; probably afew rounds of Final Fantasy Dissidia on my PSP. Then, finally, I'm able to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hate Sundays, it means that tomoro is Monday. Which is a schooling day. Which sucks. I seriously can't wait for the school holidays to arrive. When that happens, I swear I'll sleep at 6am everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*LESSIE..!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have some unfortunate news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 7.36pm, today, Lessie's D string snapped. The incident happened when I was playing the song; Calling All Cars. I was kinda getting into the groove, and I started playing harder. Then it snapped. Lol, fortunately, noone was hurt. But it means a whole lot of restringing work for me. *SIGH.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*I hate Sundays.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6193209395519075791?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6193209395519075791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-god-only-thing-i-ask-of-you-is-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6193209395519075791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6193209395519075791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-god-only-thing-i-ask-of-you-is-to.html' title='Dear God, the only thing I ask of you, is to hold her when I&apos;m not around.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5215608335740375404</id><published>2009-09-11T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:36:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what're you gonna do now? Avoid me forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Boy, ...am I caught in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; f*ck.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not angry, neither happy nor sad. To be honest, I don't even care. Making such a big ruckus over a girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not trying to sound mean or angry or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, but I just wanna get this clear. I am not screwing a friendship up over this. It's stupid and pointless. I don't see a need for you to go apologising to me over something you didn't do wrong. I spent the night / day thinking over this, and I finally made my decision. What about you? Instead of apologizing to me, you should start doing something about it.  And no, I'm not saying this just cause I'm trying to make you feel better. If I did, I wouldn't be typing this on my blog, I would've just said it to you. Stop thinking so much, because the more you think, the more your thoughts get bigger. The more your thoughts get bigger, the more you start assuming. The more you assume, the more wrong you become. And my friend.. you're indeed wrong about my thoughts of you. Think about it, I'm not gonna be selfish and let my friend suffer while I get all the glory. That's seriously f*cked up. So I decided not to.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your feelings aren't mine. So I have no right to stop you. "Keep aiming for that goal, and don't lose sight of it." No, I'm not saying that just to make you feel better. I mean it. ...I swear, I f*cking mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I won't, be saved.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, today we learnt about DOLLIES &amp;amp; TRACKS. This is probably, for me, the best part of camera techniques ..EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some peektures showing Jasmine on a Suitcase Dolly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol6J9l1bI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3bMYx6UAivQ/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol6J9l1bI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3bMYx6UAivQ/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154385884370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol5rePtPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3nrgqLLnhEs/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol5rePtPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3nrgqLLnhEs/s320/DSC01223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154377699833074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for my disgusting camera quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol5L6JMFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tjVNfaHrlbw/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol5L6JMFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tjVNfaHrlbw/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154369226911826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol4-pNIRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aV4D9l-dHyQ/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol4-pNIRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aV4D9l-dHyQ/s320/DSC01221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380154365666205970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, what you see here is a Dolly &amp;amp; Track system. Here's how it works; The Dolly &amp;amp; Track system is basically like a one-car MRT. Except the Dolly doesn't have windows and seats. The Dolly is basically like a platform which allows the camera crew to stand on it and film. The Track(s) are basically what guides the Dolly. As you can see on the peektures above, Jasmine is acting as the cameraman, and my friend, Jonathan is acting as a Grip. Which is sort of like a "Pusher". The Key Grip is supposed to push the Dolly while the cameraman, who is sitting on the Dolly, films. Giving it a really cool look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really give examples of how it would look like on camera. But it looks really good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Don't have the mood to do anything right now.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5215608335740375404?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5215608335740375404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-whatre-you-gonna-do-now-avoid-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5215608335740375404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5215608335740375404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-whatre-you-gonna-do-now-avoid-me.html' title='So what&apos;re you gonna do now? Avoid me forever?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sqol6J9l1bI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3bMYx6UAivQ/s72-c/DSC01224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-2420491581124983013</id><published>2009-09-10T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:53:32.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, don't even think about it Stein.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*What I feel for you, ain't a lie.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, this is like.. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;1981273162&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;time I went to school @ 1.30pm. Can't really blame me though, I was watching; "The Late Show with David Letterman". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think.) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JULIA ROBERTS WAS ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Angel o' Mercy, how'd you find me? How'd you read my story?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;, I took a cab to school today. Even though I was early. Why? Its because I wanted to go to school without waiting 45 bloody minutes just to wait for a friggin' bus. Also, I wanted to enjoy the Taxi's air-con, since it was already afternoon, and the sun was hot enough to cook an egg on the asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's the funny part; I waited for a taxi, and eventually, one came. It was a usual &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt; Comfort cab. I flagged it down. And when I got in, I swear, it was HHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0000000WWWTTTTT. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;) Its either, the taxi driver had something wrong with his inner-thermometer or the taxi was really mean to me. So my plan, about being well-cooled was seriously destroyed. I practically suffered in the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOWEVER, &lt;/span&gt;I did get something out of that hell; the cab fare costed 5.80, so I gave him 10 and he gave me back 5.20. That means I earned a dollar. I know its really evil of me, but if you were in that cab, you'd understand. So anyway, I proceeded up to Cafe 2 and joined the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything else was a blurr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Songs I practiced today.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Awakening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Calling All Cars.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't Be Saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Buried A Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost In Stereo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bat Country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I Won't See You Tonight (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All The Small Things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;All-in-all, I was satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;*I envy you people with holidays.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-2420491581124983013?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2420491581124983013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-dont-even-think-about-it-stein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2420491581124983013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2420491581124983013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-dont-even-think-about-it-stein.html' title='No, don&apos;t even think about it Stein.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8686047960043471184</id><published>2009-09-09T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:50:31.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN MSN MSN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*MSN's being a pain in the f*cking ass.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey guys, anyone else having troubles with trying to login?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Damn, she's leaving soon. Should I... Naww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8686047960043471184?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8686047960043471184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/msn-msn-msn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8686047960043471184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8686047960043471184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/msn-msn-msn.html' title='MSN MSN MSN.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1099322937260744371</id><published>2009-09-07T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:36:50.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we.start.a.riot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Take a break, have a Kit-Kat.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I'm here again, to tell you about a really cool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogshop&lt;/span&gt; my friend introduced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://westartariot.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you gals out there, if you're looking for something nice to wear. Be sure to drop by! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Signing off.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1099322937260744371?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1099322937260744371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/westartariot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1099322937260744371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1099322937260744371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/westartariot.html' title='we.start.a.riot.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1854371712238573845</id><published>2009-09-07T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:12:31.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBF COMPETITIONS.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*A picture says a thousand words, a video says a thousand more.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my wonderful &amp;amp; dearest bestest best friends out there; Jasmine, Jonathan &amp;amp; Me made a video that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SPECIALLY&lt;/span&gt; for you! The video is to show our appreciation to you guys, and how you, in your individual way, made our lives happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, sit back, relax &amp;amp; enjoy the video..&lt;br /&gt;After all, its for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Watch in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fullscreen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XJHTuuqp9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/6XJHTuuqp9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, if you guys really enjoyed it. You can help us win a competition by voting for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.audiblehearts.sg/bbf/Default.aspx?ID=250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Support Jasmine's photo too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.audiblehearts.sg/bbf/Default.aspx?ID=173&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take note that votings end tomorrow. So please, try to tell your friends and everyone else to vote!&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do, is just register and click; "Click here to Vote!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Signing off.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'niets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1854371712238573845?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1854371712238573845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/bbf-competitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1854371712238573845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1854371712238573845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/bbf-competitions.html' title='BBF COMPETITIONS.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8029501488886419148</id><published>2009-09-07T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:04:52.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dreams, are made up of real things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Our dreams, are made up of real things.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I had alot of fun in school today. It practically didn't feel like school. Since I was practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing any work at all. I pretty much had nothing to do, since everything was already done before-hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Alright, what did you do to my Call of Duty 4? You did something to it, didn't you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I.woke.up.late.again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school @ around.. 11.40pm? Reached the cafe @ around.. 12.30? Slacked till 1.30pm. Then headed for our '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CARE&lt;/span&gt;' lesson. I learnt a few stuff about sculpting in 3D. Then, proceeded to NLE. There, I played doodled around in Wikipedia till 4.50pm. After that, we went down to Cafe 1 to have our dinner. I had a bowl of Fish Soup along with some rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me, Jasmine &amp;amp; Jonathan walked to the busstop together. Cracking BLOODY funny jokes along the way. I swear I laughed soo hard that I was practically crying. Heh, I had alot of fun with them. Then, we finally boarded the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; bus. And rode it all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*TINK* You have earned a new trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, thanks to Haiqal, I managed to learn how to sing using my stomach! I'm not trying to showoff or anything. But now, I can manage to sing Secret Valentine fully without sounding like a horse afterwards. So, a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; to you man! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You guys can tell that I kept everything short and sweet. Its practically because I didn't do anything much in school. And I don't have the mood to blog too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Songs to complete&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Calling all Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Awakening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Can't Be Saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Family Tradition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Open Your Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;85% (Excluding Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Secret Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;?%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Signing off.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'niets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8029501488886419148?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8029501488886419148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-dreams-are-made-up-of-real-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8029501488886419148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8029501488886419148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-dreams-are-made-up-of-real-things.html' title='Our dreams, are made up of real things.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7000334855974212669</id><published>2009-09-05T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:43:37.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Be Saved.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Static feedback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, I forgot to write this down on the previous post;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You guys should really check this video out. Its a song by Senses Fail. Good song, horrible video, disgusting ending. You should know what I mean, watch the ending of the video. View it in fullscreen, you won't be able to see the full video if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDPjHOTyJaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDPjHOTyJaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Signing off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7000334855974212669?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7000334855974212669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-be-saved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7000334855974212669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7000334855974212669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-be-saved.html' title='Can&apos;t Be Saved.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6075399318009321214</id><published>2009-09-05T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:32:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stuck in a coma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I guess this continues on. I keep telling myself to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not think about her&lt;/span&gt;, because it's just plainly.. wrong. I know it won't happen and at the same time, I know if I try, it might. Maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm scared of what might happen if I actually asked her, maybe I'm scared of what she'll think of me. I try to act normally infront of her, but it always seems like I said something wrong. Then, when it's all over, I apologize. Making it bloody obvious. Stupid me. What the heck, if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re reading this, you should know that I'm talking about you. I've always wanted to confess, but I can't. At least now you know, how I feel whenever I'm around you. How I feel, whenever I try to pick words. How I feel whenever I try to act '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normally&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Now Downloading..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to like Senses Fail's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SONGS&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like the band, because the lead singer looks like a d!ckhead. (No offence.) Their songs have a really catchy tune, kinda rocky but at the same time not too rocky. Heh, just nice. So anyway, I kinda spent the whole day today practicing songs on my Lessie. (My elec.)From Awakening, Seize the Day to Buried A Lie. It felt really good because I was kinda jumping around in my room while doing so. I'm kinda learning how to play and stand/jump. It isn't easy, and I lost a nail! Bah, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Team, REGROUP.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today, I spent hours playing a MMORPG-FPS called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Combat Arms&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure some of you gamers should be familiar with it. Kinda fun, but since the servers are hosted in the West, it was really laggy for me, but nothing I couldn't handle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, shortly after, my mum awoke from her eternal slumber and asked if I wanted to head down to E!Hub for lunch &amp;amp; grocery shopping. I agreed, and went to bathe. Finally we headed down stopping by @ the construction going on beneath my flat. We ate @ Downtown East's 'Kopitiam'. The one next to Mcdonald's? Yeah, that one. I ordered the Korean dish while my mum did the same. It was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; salty. But I enjoyed it all-in-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to NTUC to get our groceries. Nothing much happened. The only thing interesting that happened was about a old man &amp;amp; 2 small girls. Here's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The old man was buying 4D while the girls were nearby looking @ toilet paper. (Don't know why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Old man: *AHHH CHOOOO!* *Sneezes*&lt;/span&gt; (The sneeze sounded like a dog bark.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl 1: Wei, did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girl 2: Hear what? *Confused*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: I thought you weren't allowed to bring pets into NTUC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girl 2: What pets? What you talking about? *More confused*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: I thought I heard a dog bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girl 2: Huh? You sure anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Yeah, it sounded like.. *BARK BARK* &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Which sounds totally different from the Old man's sneeze.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girl 2: No la.. You hear wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*Old man walks away, oblivious to what happened.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it isn't funny, but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt; funny if you happen to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I was practically laughing my ass off when I heard their conversation. And the worst part about it, the old man didn't know what was going on. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So anyway, I helped my mum carry the groceries back home, settled down and stuff. And now, my shoulder hurts like.. %(*@#^$. If anyone of you went for Friday's Badminton outing, you'd know what happened. Seems like I can't even raise my hand up fully. WTF, seems like one injury after another. Weak me. This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Really hope you know that I'm talking about you, I really want you to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6075399318009321214?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6075399318009321214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-stuck-in-coma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6075399318009321214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6075399318009321214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-stuck-in-coma.html' title='I&apos;m stuck in a coma.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4839665228164632436</id><published>2009-09-03T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:32:58.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy, a man's horrid friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I was awake the whole night yesterday thinking about.. whether I should go for her. I mean, she's my really good friend and all. But wouldn't it be alil' weird? Y'know, we've been friends for like.. AGES. Whatever it is, I'm sure she doesn't know that I'm talking about her. And even if she'd knew, I know it wouldn't happen. Maybe I'm too negative, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh, I can probably imagine what she'd say when she finds out that I'm talking about her. She'll probably go: "Why me?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I needa think this through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; Don't ask, cause I'll never tell, and don't tell yourself that you don't wanna know. Because that way, you'd wanna know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nonsensical me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*TINK*&lt;/span&gt; You've just recieved a new trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY, was a great day. Why? Its because I did something that I never thought I would do! You guys must be wondering; 'Wth is this d!ckhead saying?' Well, I woke up @ 6.15am today. That's why. The plan was to meet Kelvin for Breakfast @ 6.30am. Take the bus down, and slack @ Cafe 1. So luckily, Kelvin decided to give e a wake up call this morning. (Thanks dood.) I immediately got up and hurried down to the busstop. According to him, I managed to make it on time. WHICH IS A BLOODY BIG DEAL FOR ME. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW ACHIEVEMENT!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for waking me up Kel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we got on the bus, sat at the back and rode to ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we alighted, it seems that we were the only one on the road towards ITE's front gate. It wasn't as packed as the time when I get up. So we leisurely walked slowly towards school, taking our own sweet time. I ate a Breakfast Set which contains: 2 eggs, 1 slice of bread cut into 2 &amp;amp; a cup of Milo @ 1.80. And I enjoyed it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. Kelvin ate a sandwich which he brought from home, seems nice though. It had eggs in it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Opens eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our wonderful breakfast, we made our way to the lift, accompanied Kelvin till the 6th floor, while I alighted @ the 5th floor. Walked slowly towards class, since I was like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EARLY&lt;/span&gt; as hell. Turned around the corner and saw Joshua and gang sitting on the floor listening to their MP3's. I joined them, listening to my PSP. Shortly after, Ms Raudhah arrived and opened the door. I immediately got started on our BBF. Since Jasmine said she needed help in commenting about it and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NLE was pretty much boring after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Doom music*&lt;/span&gt; Here comes our 3hr break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 3 bloody god-forsaken hours. We sat at a long table @ Cafe 2, talking, doing our work, watching Anime, playing games &amp;amp; whatnot. For me, it wasn't as long as I thought it would be, since I was pretty much working throughout. We met ZX, Mervin, Daph &amp;amp; WE whilst we were busy working hard on our projects. Said "Hi." to them and continued with our work. I finished up pretty easily since everyone was paying attention to their laptop's and not making a sound. Peace &amp;amp; quiet, me like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed years, we finally made our way to VP2. VP2 was really interesting today, since Mr Graham was talking about marriages and stuff. While Mr Boi was '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonding&lt;/span&gt;' with us. It kinda made us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the mood of studying. So without hesitating, he started on the lesson. He thought us about Camera Movements and stuff. It was pretty interesting cause he was asking us one by one about what we've learned and how much we paid attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;VP2 ended really early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*School bell rings*&lt;/span&gt; School ended @ like.. 3.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt; early, not like I'm complaining but.. We've been ending really early nowadays. Heh. So anyway, me, Jasmine, Jonathan, Sun &amp;amp; Fish walked towards bus 12 since some of us needed to get our hair cut. (Said Mr Graham.) So we boarded, and rode all the way to Pasir Ris. When we reached, we bidded our farewells to Jasmine and continued on to the salon. When we arrived, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt;. So, Sun made a remarkably smart comment and suggested that we eat before we cut our hair. We agreed and proceeded towards 24hr Coffee Express. I decided not to eat since I was kinda saving money for Friday, so, the only ones that were eating was Fish &amp;amp; Sun. We then talked about games, people, movies for like.. an hour? before finally proceeding to the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our hair done and finally, we proceeded home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unattainable dreams are always the best kind.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4839665228164632436?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4839665228164632436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/jealousy-mans-horrid-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4839665228164632436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4839665228164632436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/jealousy-mans-horrid-friend.html' title='Jealousy, a man&apos;s horrid friend.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6733208471423261364</id><published>2009-09-02T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:36:57.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're awakening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH GOSH&lt;/span&gt;, I'm starting to love the song: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/span&gt;." Why? I don't know, probably it's because its easy to play and nice to the ears. Can't wait to jam with me band-buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached school 10 mins late today. Wasn't that bad, but still.. I was still late. I guess you people are already used to the "I was late today." crap. I got up at like.. 8.15, since school started @ 9. Bathed and everything, and headed down to the taxi stand. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; I took a cab.) Waited for.. 2 mins? And I finally saw a vacant, normal, lousy, common, old, dirty, disgusting, noisy, slow ..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; Comfort cab which was gonna make a U-turn. I thought to myself; 'Darn, I'm gonna waste another 10 bucks on a normal, lousy, common, old.. (You get the point.) cab?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY, there was this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;, fast, new, clean, uncommon, Toyota (I think.) Wish cab in the distance coming towards my direction. I rejoiced and quickly raised out my hand. Why? It's because its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. Secondly, because it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. And thirdly, because I felt like taking a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; cab today. Stubborn me. Well anyway, the journey to school was boring, nothing to look at, nothing to smile at, nothing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stare&lt;/span&gt; at. So finally, when I arrived @ my destination, I tapped in and met Sun along the way to class. We talked and talked about our attachment which was coming soon and stuff, and how unfortunate that Jasmine and Jonathan couldn't come along. It would've been fun, seriously. So finally, we entered class and settled down. Jasmine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commanded&lt;/span&gt; me to get started on the BBF competition thingie. Which I did so immediately. And the rest went down to do their shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, our 30 mins lunchbreak came. Just like secondary school eh? We ate @ Cafe 2. I ate plate of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cai Fan&lt;/span&gt;." which is Mixed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vegetable&lt;/span&gt; Rice if you guys don't understand my horrid chinese. I guess it was the only thing to eat since the queue was the shortest then. So we finished our meal and started talked about.. 'people.' I shall not reveal their names here. Since Fuad was having his fasting, he distracted himself by playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallout 3&lt;/span&gt; on his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt;. I went over occasionally to check up on how the game looks like and such. I was kinda surprised that his laptop was able to take the pressure of the game. I always thought it was a really graphical. Well, that goes to show that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt; is better than my desktop. (*Sad face*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived @ ETP we immediately got started on our PowerPoint presentation, since none of us did it, and today was presentation day. So you can say it was pretty funny watching them hurrying to finish their slides. Me? I worked on the BBF thingie again. Leaving my poor teammates behind to do all the dirty work. Heh, I'm just kidding. I'm sure they didn't mind. (Right?) So anyways, we, Jonathan basically, managed to finish the slides on time for presenting. Finally, we went up and starting "presenting" to the ..lecturer. I always thought presentation was to the whole class or something, but today was different. Well, less pressure for us. We breezed through easily, and I got back to my thing. After like 30 seconds into my work, the lecturer, Mr Lieu said that we were allowed to go. JUST WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO GET USED TO THE COMFORTABLE CHAIR, THE FENG SHUI, THE TABLE AND WHATNOT, HE TELLS US TO LEAVE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQSMSMRTSBSPIEETPNLEVP2COGDPH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*, so anyways, since we had ample time to spare, Joshua, Jonathan, Sun, Kristy &amp;amp; Me went down to Cafe 1 to have a light snack before going for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;-long lecture. They had some weird dessert while I had 2 pieces bread. After we satisfied our stomachs we made our way up to the 3rd floor. Sat on the floor and started begging for money.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OF COURSE NOT&lt;/span&gt;, we just sat around outside the lecture hall like a bunch of homeless people. We talked, laughed, made fun of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed hours, the ever-"fantastic" lecturers arrived from their holy throne. Opened the lecture door and allowed us to get our butts seated on a REAL chair. I settled down next to Jonathan on my left and Jasmine on my right, Jasmine whipped out her laptop and asked me to get started on the BBF thing again. But since Mr Dom / Ms Raudhah had to teach today, we decided to leave it for later. Instead, I started playing around with 'Microsoft Word on Mac' with Jonathan. We were typing what we would say. It was pretty hilarious, playing around with text and smileys. Heh. The lecture was pretty quick today. It was all about shortcut keys and such. Still, it was useful in everyway. Ended up, we ended @ 3.40pm. Which was.. 2hrs &amp;amp; 20mins earlier than our usual timing. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ajourned to Cafe 1 to relax and work on our BBF thing. We said our goodbyes on the way leaving Jonathan, Jasmine and me. We found a table, and just when I was about to put my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arse&lt;/span&gt; on the chair, I recieved a call from Sun saying that he wants to meet me @ the CVC. *Double sigh* So I got up and walked to the CVC. Finished up our 'thing'. Walked back, said bye to them and said hi to ZX which was about to enter Cafe 1, and finally, managed to sit on the chair. We worked for about.. 30 mins and finally we decided to leave ITE. We met Kelvin along the way and we ajourned to the busstop. Kelvin &amp;amp; ZX seperated from us since they wanted to take the bus from the 'usual' spot. While me Jasmine &amp;amp; Daph walked to the furthur busstop, since bus 12 stops nearer there. So anyway, we wait for like.. aeons before a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOARDABLE&lt;/span&gt; bus 12 arrived. We got on and started playing around with Jasmine saying that Mr Boi wants her to leave the course and such. Of course, Mr Boi didn't say such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped @ WhiteSands and finally had our dinner. Then, we left and went home. Nothing else to report. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, Am I starting to have feelings for you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6733208471423261364?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6733208471423261364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6733208471423261364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6733208471423261364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-awakening.html' title='We&apos;re awakening.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-103000106462078701</id><published>2009-08-30T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:56:52.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit, why can't medicine's taste like chocolate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, just in-case anyone is wondering and stuff. I have a nasty (but small) infection on my leg. It's nothing to worry about, but I'm just informing you guys just in-case you guys go "OMGWTFBBQ." and whatnot. This happened like.. few days ago. Well not really, it's because of me, that's why it became an infection. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went to Vietnam like.. aeons ago. And you know Vietnam, they're mosquitoes are like the size of  handphones and whatnot. Well, I was bitten by some of those god-forsaken insects. Mainly around my feet-leg area. I think some of them are caused by sand-flies, but whatever, you get the point. So me, being really itchy-handed, prickled on the bitten area. And the bites, up till now, have not recovered. Stupid right? I keep telling myself to stop scratching, but its amazingly hard.. It just feels SOOO good. LOL. Weird me. But yeah, that's the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, one particular bite got really itchy, and I started scratching it. And I guess it made it into a wound instead of a insect bite. Then it became worse and worse, and now, it's infected. During the first few days when I got it, it hurt SOOO bad that I was limping all over the place. Yeah, THAT bad. So I finally went to see the doctor. She did some weird ritual which happened to be @#*%^'ING painful, mind you. Which happened to take away the pain. THE PAIN. Unfortunately, the lump still remains, and I'm trying my utmost best to NOT touch it. It's really hard. Seriously. But I have to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I guess you guys know the story. Well coming back to the topic. I had a doctor's appointment today. And I recieved new prescriptions. One that doesn't involve jabs. (Thank god) They come in tablet form. And trust me, they taste like.. like.. CRAP. I mean seriously, people should start inventing medicine that tastes like chocolate or.. vanilla or something. Scientists were able to unravel the mysteries of dinosaurs and they can't even make medicine taste flavoured? Jeez, I bet they're probably sitting on their fat asses playing Pokemon. Damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNYYYWWAAAYYYY, yeah, on the bright side, my leg is getting better now, no pus, no pains. Let's just hope it gets better, and not worse. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-103000106462078701?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/103000106462078701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/dammit-why-cant-medicines-taste-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/103000106462078701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/103000106462078701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/dammit-why-cant-medicines-taste-like.html' title='Dammit, why can&apos;t medicine&apos;s taste like chocolate?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1720210921780671678</id><published>2009-08-27T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:08:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 47th Birthday Mummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SpapD_TLMUI/AAAAAAAAANs/kLYfxfrux4w/s1600-h/birthday123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SpapD_TLMUI/AAAAAAAAANs/kLYfxfrux4w/s320/birthday123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374669091309826370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, the peekture just says it all. HAPPY 'BIRD'AY MUM'SY! ;D Really hope you enjoyed my present. If you didn't, then its okay. I kinda rushed on it. Oh well, you know what they say: "Its the thought that counts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda usual in school today, so I shan't speak about it. However, I shall speak of what happened in the evening, since something interesting happened. So anyway, classes ended and everything. Then, me, Jasmine, Fish &amp;amp; Fuad went down to Cafe 1 to have some 'grub', we met Jonathan sitting alone at a table, so we went over to accompany him. Settled down, and finally, we went to buy some food. I bought a japanese dish, which I remembered clearly as: P2 (Chicken). No, seriously, it said 'P2' on the menu. Unfortunately, I don't know the full name of the dish, but it was really good. It's kinda like an omelette with chicken pieces in em' along with Teriyaki sauce. Yummy huh? Well, just remember the dish's name: P2. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we ate, and talked, talked about people cutting off their private parts, talked about.. armegeddon? Yeah, you can say we talked about ALOT of "stuff". We talked till Fuad had to leave the table, since he's having his fasting and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Fuad: Hey, really sorry man. Guess we went alil' overboard there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shortly after, Fish and Fuad decided to leave since they had something to do. Leaving me, Jonathan &amp;amp; Jasmine. So we decided to get started on our BBF competition thingie. They did the editing while I did the music. It was kinda fun, playing around with notes in GarageBand. In the end, the music was used for Jasmine's NLE project. Which kinda disappointed me, but whatever. So, we stayed around in school till like.. 8? Then we finally decided to pack up and leave the school. Since today was my mum's birthday, I needed to get her a present. So I concluded that I need to head down to White Sands to get something for her. Luckily, Jasmine &amp;amp; Jonathan were more than happy to accompany me. Such kind people. So anyway, we got the present, and finally, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, today was kinda usual. But what the heck. Today wasn't my day, its me Mum's. ;D&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1720210921780671678?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1720210921780671678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-47th-birthday-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1720210921780671678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1720210921780671678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-47th-birthday-mummy.html' title='Happy 47th Birthday Mummy!'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SpapD_TLMUI/AAAAAAAAANs/kLYfxfrux4w/s72-c/birthday123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8123080637412429320</id><published>2009-08-25T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:05:45.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway COOKIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on from where I left off. (I'm talking about today, Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after PM1, I went off to meet Daphane and Mervin since they, Mervin actually, organized a dinner outing. So I finally made my way down to Cafe 2. Whilst going there, I called Daphane cause I needed some photos for a competition, she agreed to lend us her whole phone.. since she had like.. a gradillion photos in there. Then, she told me that Mervin was like.. UBERLY angry with us for not replying a 'yes' to his dinner outing invitation he sent via an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way she told me how angry Merv was.. was like.. he was about to kill us with a hacksaw or something. So me, being afraid, hesitated to go and meet them. Turns out that they were only joking. (I'll get you for that.) So anyway, we sat, talked, I finally passed Daphane my racket which I'm supposed to do so like.. 2 weeks ago. I bought a Fish Wrap @ 1.80. Not bad, I enjoyed it. So, we talked and talked, and crapped. Finally, Daphane left first since she needed to go off for her CCA, leaving me, Jasmine and Merv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ajourned (learnt a new word, hope I spelt it correctly.) to bus 17 busstop. Waited, and finally we managed to take one. Leaving Jasmine behind cause she needed to go for some doctor's appointment or whatnot. After which, me and Merv managed to find a seat in the ever-crowded bus. We sat, and I fell asleep almost immediately. What.. I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bus stopped @ Downtown East and we unboarded the bus. Went over to Aranda to wait for ZX. There, me and Merv sat on the world's most comfortable sofa/chair. I wanted to sleep, but.. 'NAAWWWW.' Shortly after, ZX arrived. We then moved to Subway to have THEIR dinner. Yeah, I passed. Subway's foot-longs are amazing, so is the price. So I practically tortured myself, watching them eat while I play my PSP. Hoping to get rid of the urge to get one sandwich myself. Unfortunately, my PSP ran out of battery. WHAT PERFECT TIMING. Oh well, at least I managed to survive for that.. So, after those torturing hours, we made our way to Cup Walker. Bought myself a Hazelnut Chocolate Milk Tea. And finally, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm currently composing a simple 'happy' instrumental song for my project. I'm kinda stuck with what chord should come next. Anyone willing to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I heard the news, I was both proud.. and kinda sad. Weirdly, it was kinda hard text'ing her and waiting for her answer. What the fuck is wrong with me. I thought I forgot about her already. &gt;.&gt;Weird me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8123080637412429320?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8123080637412429320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/subway-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8123080637412429320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8123080637412429320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/subway-cookies.html' title='Subway COOKIES.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-9064892693824967463</id><published>2009-08-25T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:55:17.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post in school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as the title implies, I'm currently typing a blog entry in school.. IN SCHOOL. Heh, I bet it's nothing for those 'hardcore' bloggers. Well anyway, I'm currently having PM1, which is pre-menstru.. KIDDING. Its kinda like a life-skill thing that you just go to waste time. I'm currently slacking and using Jasmine's lappy to type this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be working on a project right about now, but.. "NAWWW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as usual, I was late for VP2 and such. Blablah.. I just slacked my way through VP2 since I had nothing to do. After VP2, we headed down to cafe 3, since we only had like.. 5 mins to the next class. I ate an surprisingly appetizing dish. Usually, cafe 3 food tastes like feet, but surprisingly, it tasted really good today. I ate Mee Tai Mak just in-case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our special guest today, we have Jasmine Wang right next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: Hey Jasmine, how are you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jasmine: Ya, good.. Stein, u r so lame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: Yes yes, and how do you feel about the weather today? It's cold, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jasmine: is winter now.. of coz cold! LOL n now ending lesson ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: Haha, thats soo true. Ohkay folks, thats all we have for today. please tune in next time for more updates. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, lame I know. Anyway, lessons are ending now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care 'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-9064892693824967463?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9064892693824967463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9064892693824967463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9064892693824967463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-in-school.html' title='A post in school?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5897237785216161434</id><published>2009-08-24T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:50:04.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy: Dissidia.</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today, I blame it partially on the flu I had two days ago. Yes, I'm still suffering from it two days later. I, yet again, blame it on the weather. Its been raining like crap these past few days, hasn't it? Well, anyways, I managed to find some free time whenever I'm bored and such. Like.. playing Bejeweled on Facebook. (I still can't beat Joshua's highscore, dammit.) Or going to forums where they sell PS3 games and such. I managed to find some, and I'm gonna get Bioshock this Saturday for only $20 dollars. DAMN, thats cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure you guys heard of my horrible loss of my PSP. Good news, its back to normal! Many thanks to Merv for unbricking it for me. Not only did he unbrick it, he managed to upgrade the firmware to.. 5.50 B? Or something, I can't remember what firmware it was. But still, thanks alot dood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my wonderful PSP is back, I decided to look for more games. Since I haven't done so in like.. ages. So.. I was looking and looking and stuff, and guess what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SpIv7ocQm5I/AAAAAAAAANk/nD4hzxoi4WE/s1600-h/dissidia_final_fantasy_frontcover_large_LKK15LzIy9cZvZp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SpIv7ocQm5I/AAAAAAAAANk/nD4hzxoi4WE/s320/dissidia_final_fantasy_frontcover_large_LKK15LzIy9cZvZp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373410006921157522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heres my review of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes yes, the long awaited: Final Fantasy Dissidia. I've been having a blast playing this game. Seems like it got Merv interested too. The graphics are awesome, the gameplay is great, and the music is derived from previous Final Fantasy BGM's. From "One Winged Angel", FF7 to "FFX Battle Theme" from FFX. If you are a massive fan of the FF series, then this is a MUST get. The game's plot is all about the war between Cosmos &amp;amp; Chaos. Chaos are basically bad guys, who are: Sephiroth, Exdeath, etc. Many of who are in previous FF games. Cosmos are vice-versa, who are: Cloud, Squall, etc. The game has many options for you to choose from, ranging from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Story mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, where you can play as your selected favourite character, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Arcade mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, where you can just whack the sh*t out of your hatred character &amp;amp; finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quick Battle mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, which is a 5 character battle. You win one, you go into another battle straight away. I've been playing it for 3 days now, and I gotta say, I'm loving it. However, this game isn't perfect just yet. Let me just state some of the problems I found out while playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The story mode is kinda slow. Basically, its sort of a "Tactics" like gameplay. Your main character is like a chess piece. You have to move your chess piece to whichever square you want. Of course, there will be rare items and such. There also will be enemy chess pieces which you can or must destroy to get to the next level. Since FFD is sort of a 1 v 1 type of game. You can only versus one enemy and a time. Which to me, is kinda slow. Oh and, I've not factored in the loading times as well. You can imagine the slowness. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The in-game camera can be a real bitch @ times. Some maps are really large and spacious, whereas some maps and small and confined. Trust me, you'll choose large maps most of the time because if you managed to get a small map, then having a battle can be a real pain.  The camera is really far from your character, basically because it needs a wide area to shoot your "kapow and kabish" (fighting skills) and such. Due to that, your character might run infront of an obstacle, leaving your camera shooting nothing but a wall. You can't really see or know whats going on when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3rd:&lt;/span&gt; The loading times are not bad, but only not bad. Loading times can be a pain too. For example, if you wanna change something in your 'Options' menu you have to wait for it to load the loading page. And if you want to LEAVE the Options menu, you have to wait for it to load too. It seems like everything about this game is loading and such. To me, I don't mind. But if you're a really impatient person, then I guess I have to fear for your PSP's safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that, FFD is an awesome game. I give it a 9/10 rating. Don't hesitate, just buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah well, I like doing game reviews. This is my first actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone spots a mistake or want to give a comment, please do so yeah? I'm kinda learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I hope I didn't miss out anything in school.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5897237785216161434?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5897237785216161434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-fantasy-dissidia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5897237785216161434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5897237785216161434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-fantasy-dissidia.html' title='Final Fantasy: Dissidia.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SpIv7ocQm5I/AAAAAAAAANk/nD4hzxoi4WE/s72-c/dissidia_final_fantasy_frontcover_large_LKK15LzIy9cZvZp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7488202267094483623</id><published>2009-08-20T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:53:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin, AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been receiving loads of complaints about the previous blogskin's font size being too small and whatnot. So I decided to change it. Hope that this new skin solves the problem. I used this skin before, but iunno whether you guys ever noticed it or not. Anyway, at least its something new, eh? Also, I won't be adding music to this skin, cause it doesn't continue playing when I navigate to the other windows. (Does anyone know how to solve that problem?) So don't be shocked if you notice that I didn't put in a flashplayer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk about school today, cause its been really boring and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanna give a &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; thank you to: &lt;u&gt;Mervin Sim Sheng Yang&lt;/u&gt; (note the underline's in pink) for helping me to unbrick my PSP. I owe ya one bro. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its already 11.45pm. 15 more mins to tomoro. I just hope it isn't as boring as today.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7488202267094483623?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7488202267094483623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blogskin-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7488202267094483623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7488202267094483623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blogskin-again.html' title='New blogskin, AGAIN.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-2482856601987865712</id><published>2009-08-18T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:20:09.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all so FUCKING hysterical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all so FUCKING hysterical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm friggin' depressed. Don't ask, cause I'll never tell. Basically because you guys don't really need to know about it. Don't worry, I didn't argue with a friend or something. Its just a personal matter. So anyway, lets start with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm FRIGGIN' TIRED. Damn, I remembered I slept early yesterday but for some weird reason, I'm feeling really tired right now, my eyes feel like they have 50kg weights on them and my body doesn't respond when I want it to. And I'm pretty sure that there wasn't any S&amp;amp;W today. Can someone tell me, WTH is going on? Worried me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today with a really bad flu. Since the time I woke up, till the time I actually turned the water on in my bathtub, I've been sneezing like a person who has H1N1. Worse thing about it, whenever I try to blow the.. @*$&amp;amp;% out of my nose, it just gets more itchy and.. y'know.. sneezy? So, me, being helpless, decided to.. "DAHHH." (Which means forget it) So, I got out, got changed and finally proceeded down to the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case if it isn't obvious enough, I bricked my PSP yesternight. So you know what that means right? No music/videos. And, you know me, I NEED my music. Without it, I'd get cancer. So I decided to look for an alternative. I ended up using my phone which totally sucked, the jack was really loose and the sound quality wasn't as good as my PSP. (Damn, I missing my PSP already) I just realised that I had a reallllllllyyyy sucky morning. So anyways, I finally arrived at school, ON TIME. Sneaked through the bouncers (boing.. boing..) Survived the ever-stuffy &amp;amp; ever-crowded lift. And finally, reached the class. ON TIME. As I walked through the door, I greeted Mr Graham and Mr Boi who was walking / bonding around with my classmates. Not a very common sight, but what the heck. I went over to the back, settled down and finally sat on a chair and started "bonding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my classmates were busy with their projects and such, while I, was slacking at the back, lying my head on my arms. Its kinda stressful, looking at them work so hard, and you, slacking like some idiot. Makes you feel like as though you want to actually DO something. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When classes were finally done, the gang &amp;amp; I went down to Cafe 3 to have a snack. I ordered a plate of Kuay Teow? With some yellow noodles along with an egg and a hotdog @ 1.80. Not very appetizing, but at least it helps to ease the hunger. We ate, and we proceeded to our next destination: "the EVER-boring ETP lecture." Yes, its REALLY boring. All the ever teach about is Business (no offence). Not saying its bad or anything, but I mean, why do we need to learn about Business considering the future that we're gonna take? I mean does the filming industry need business? Well, maybe it does when you're selling your DVD's or something. But that isn't up to us, right? Do correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the topic, even though we whined and complained, ended up, the lecture was cancelled. (._.) Probably due to some technical problems. So anyway, all we had to do, is hand in a couple of paperwork before we were allowed to go. So me, Jonathan, Fish &amp;amp; Sun tried our best to finish up what's needed to be done and handed it in. Our next stop was Cafe 2 since some of us were STILL hungry and needed to eat. When we arrived, we sat and started whipping out our laptops and whatnot. (My PSP. T-T) So me, being PSPless, decided to steal Joshua's lappy and started playing Chess. Yes, Chess. I was bored to that extent, but it was kinda fun winning the Computer. Which some of my friends, pathetically, couldn't do. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, I noticed some of my juniors wearing Hai Sing uniforms passing me by and taking a seat at a table nearby. I was kinda stunned for a moment cause I was wondering WTH is there Hai Sing students doing here? Then I suddenly remembered that some Secondary schools were supposed to 'tour' around ITE. I remembered doing that when I was young and stupid. Don't ask. I managed to catch up with some of them, I even talked to my previous Secondary school teacher! Been a long time since I ever did. But it felt good talking with him, complaining about school hours and such. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went over to our next lesson: PM1 (Lifeskills) There, me, Jonathan &amp;amp; Jasmine was watching / talking about Bleach for almost the whole time. Gossiping about how hot Matsumoto Rangiku is. (I LOVE HER) Hah, I'm not some anime weirdo, I just like Bleach. Shortly after, Mr Graham decided to call us, the three people over to him. He made it sound like as though we were in trouble or something like that. But ended up, he asked us to clean the computer lab because some weird Director was coming tomoro or something. So, us, being such nice and wonderful students agreed. So we swept, while Mr Graham was inspecting us to make sure that every dot and dust was cleaned and swept away. I could tell me was trying to keep us entertained by telling some weird story about him and his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing so, he accompanied us back to PM1 and we continued our lesson. Then after like.. 10mins or so, another lecturer came in and asked to see: Me, Sun and Jonathan. I thought to myself: "Okay, I'm in trouble this time." Ended up, she told us that we were 'nominated' for a overseas project over at Malaysia or something. WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY A GOOD THING. But unfortunately, we had to go through some interview or something before we can actually go. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, me and Jasmine (me, rather) went over to Cafe 1 to go meet Daph and WE. There, we talked and ate food till Merv, ZX and Preetpal arrived. Then shortly after, WE &amp;amp; Daph had to leave for CCA and some other crap. Leaving us, to go home. Which we did, and finally, I'm sitting down on this chair, ending off this horribly long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-2482856601987865712?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2482856601987865712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-so-fucking-hysterical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2482856601987865712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2482856601987865712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-so-fucking-hysterical.html' title='Its all so FUCKING hysterical.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-570741391739022445</id><published>2009-08-17T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:44:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments, assignments, assignments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I JUST BRICKED MY PSP. OMFGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-570741391739022445?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/570741391739022445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/assignments-assignments-assignments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/570741391739022445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/570741391739022445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/assignments-assignments-assignments.html' title='Assignments, assignments, assignments.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3148069608169394192</id><published>2009-08-13T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:12:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday U.Allan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Centurieth Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings, people from Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the energy to post a entry today. Sorry if you guys were waiting for one, I was simply really tired. Well anyway, about today, its been really stupid and time wasting actually. But, all-in-all, I enjoyed myself. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, simple eh? But wait, there's more.. Since NLE starts at 8 and ends at like.. 10? Then after NLE there'll be a LOOONG 4 hr break. So I decided to stay at home till the 4hr break ends. So I didn't have to waste my time in school. Logical right? So I spent like.. 3hrs at home, slacking and watching Bleach and such. Then, I finally went to bathe and made my way down to school. When I arrived, I called up Jonathan to ask where they were and such. So I found them.. settled down, bought some bread.. blahbleahblahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, when we're just about done with our 'whatever' and was about to make our way up to the next lesson.. Cindy recieved a phonecall from Mr Boi, saying that our next class is cancelled because he needs to attend a meeting. So that means.. I get to slack for another 2 hours! How cool / stupid is that? I was kinda happy, and at the same time, kinda disappointed. Why? Its because, I just wasted 7 hours on slacking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 FRIGGIN HOURS&lt;/span&gt;. I could've stayed at home and watch summore Bleach. But whattheheck, whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made the best of our remaining 2 hours on surfing &amp;amp; sleeping and playing some weird hand games. (Chop Chilli Chop Chop Chop!) I kinda enjoyed myself. So anyway, after our major break, the next class finally started. Jonathan, me and the rest was still playing the weird hand-game while Mr Boi &amp;amp; Mr Graham was fixing the laptops and such. Shortly after, lessons started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, I rushed home with Jonathan since I had to attend my Uncle's birthday party. On our way there, we did some gossiping about a particular SOMEONE. Whose name I shall not mention. It was fun, blah'ing out my anger at him. He seemed to take it quite well. So finally, I arrived at my stop, got off, walked home, bathed and finally, went out for dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say: "A picture says a thousand words." With that being said, I shall show some PEEKTURES. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqPGr7V8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ciewFQa4nAo/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqPGr7V8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ciewFQa4nAo/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369463094713735106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge 'La La's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqN30IxUI/AAAAAAAAANU/Fe8rB6Bh8bE/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqN30IxUI/AAAAAAAAANU/Fe8rB6Bh8bE/s320/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369463073541768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats my Uncle who just turned 50. With his wife, whom I affectionately refer to as: Auntie Hanni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqFCHV-PI/AAAAAAAAANM/LyHz-kfkixw/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqFCHV-PI/AAAAAAAAANM/LyHz-kfkixw/s320/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462921687857394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Uncle Johnny with his wife: Auntie Shoo. (Hope I spelt it right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqEo1AN8I/AAAAAAAAANE/JkKrma2t7TI/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqEo1AN8I/AAAAAAAAANE/JkKrma2t7TI/s320/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462914900047810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's actually more, but we probably ate 'em all. That includes the bowls. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqEB_jBsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/63zgOzxwkng/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqEB_jBsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/63zgOzxwkng/s320/DSC01198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462904475289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unglam shot of my Mum and my Shister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqD6R4QKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jYFJetSz_sE/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqD6R4QKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jYFJetSz_sE/s320/DSC01199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462902404694178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not-so-unglam shot of my mum and my Shister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpyIc4hPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Hf4BlLd_ZuI/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpyIc4hPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Hf4BlLd_ZuI/s320/DSC01200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462596971300082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Struggling with the crab. You can see the stains on his shirt. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpxc2iB9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/C7kH17njGz4/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpxc2iB9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/C7kH17njGz4/s320/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462585267718098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRABBB. Its full of vitamins and CRAPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpxKcEqbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lwmK2KgbveA/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpxKcEqbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lwmK2KgbveA/s320/DSC01202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462580324903346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y'know, this is actually Wild Boar Meat? Yeah.. I was shocked too. Looks like Deer meat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpwlzDm_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/oaxA6p9HI3A/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpwlzDm_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/oaxA6p9HI3A/s320/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462570489191410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpwWSH0YI/AAAAAAAAAME/PKDV65VMhf4/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpwWSH0YI/AAAAAAAAAME/PKDV65VMhf4/s320/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462566324523394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me mum struggling with the crab. I swear, that crab is ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpRKuEcPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ssTU1tS4vfM/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpRKuEcPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ssTU1tS4vfM/s320/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462030644572402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Official handing of presents to Birthday man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpQomOuRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9mJgQahe9CU/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpQomOuRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9mJgQahe9CU/s320/DSC01206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462021484886290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHOT 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpQLJ_yyI/AAAAAAAAALs/t5e0JY-A56U/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpQLJ_yyI/AAAAAAAAALs/t5e0JY-A56U/s320/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462013581839138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUST LOOK AT THAT SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpP2uwchI/AAAAAAAAALk/_jlVMXHlR0E/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpP2uwchI/AAAAAAAAALk/_jlVMXHlR0E/s320/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462008098877970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUST LOOK AT THE EXPRESSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpPaV7n2I/AAAAAAAAALc/ipLhLcKBpEw/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQpPaV7n2I/AAAAAAAAALc/ipLhLcKBpEw/s320/DSC01209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369462000478560098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him reading our cheesy writings and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a good time. Definitely a stress-reliever for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY UNCLE ALLAN "SUAY KU".&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3148069608169394192?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3148069608169394192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-uallan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3148069608169394192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3148069608169394192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-uallan.html' title='Happy Birthday U.Allan!'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/SoQqPGr7V8I/AAAAAAAAANc/ciewFQa4nAo/s72-c/DSC01194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5366740254626823291</id><published>2009-08-12T00:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:03:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VP2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VP2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greetings, people of Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with the editing of the script! God damn it, I've been dragging it for soo long.. And finally, I actually done it. Anyway, most of you people probably won't understand wth am I talking about. Well, that's for me to know, and you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't talk much about school today. Since it's been kinda sucky and slack. However, things started to take a turn after school. Maybe I partially blame Daph and the rest for brightening up my day. Well, that's what friends are for.. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably cut the crap and go straight to the point~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went for a dinner with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Berwin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bloody long time since I saw those idoits. I kinda had alot of fun eating and catching up with them. CC started talking about some history on how people in.. India? Was cremated and buried and such. Then, he talked about Tibet. Then, about China's first emperor, and then finally, about bikes and such. According to him, you can actually take your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIKE&lt;/span&gt; license when your 18. (You can probably do the same, but watch this) I kinda underlined the 'bike' just to make it clear. It seems that there are 8 theory lessons in which you have to pass. Each lesson costing $20 ea. So thats around.. $160. However, you still must be tested for 2 practical lessons as well. Which overall costed around.. $220+? So, apparently, you can get your bike license for only 200 bucks. Is that bloody cheap or what? Well anyway, I had fun talking to him. We finally bid our farewells and we went back home. I probably won't be seeing him anytime soon. But I'm sure I'll meet him again. TILL THEN CC, Berwin &amp;amp; Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Casting Calls for Talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been currently assigned as a 'Producer' in the upcoming romance short-film: &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To Late To Apologize but Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Directed by: Teo Hui Min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am looking for talents who are willing to act for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Must be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. (No racism involved, this is a chinese film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, preferrably aged around 20 - 25? Mature looking. Decent built. Quite handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, preferrably aged around 16 - 18? Mature looking. Cute enough. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be willing to act out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;good will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, food and transport will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;supplied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing &amp;amp; date of shooting will be approx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film information will be supplied by the Director and will be emailed to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ASAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are willing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt; but not as main talents, you can also fill in as sub-actors or backup actors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here are the information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Doesn't matter about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Doesn't matter about gender, age or where you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Must be willing to act out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Of course, food and transport will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supplied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Timing &amp;amp; date of shooting will be approx. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sept&lt;/span&gt; period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Film information will be supplied by the Director and will be emailed to you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ASAP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For any queries and such. Please do not hesitate to contact me @ 92204556.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Also, if you're a kind-hearted person and a friend of mine, please try to spread the word around amongst your own friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It'll be a great help to me and my crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5366740254626823291?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5366740254626823291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/vp2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5366740254626823291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5366740254626823291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/vp2.html' title='VP2.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-786220556047170070</id><published>2009-08-10T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:13:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin, old blogposts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New blogskin, old blogposts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't obvious enough, I've changed my blogskin. Its about time actually, I was getting bored of the previous one. The plain.. white background. Oh well, lets just hope that this skin satisfies me long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just talk about today. I didn't do anything much.. Been locked up in my room watching Bleach the whole day. Don't worry, I ain't some Bleach die-hard fan. It's just that today, my mum had some friends over, so I decided to.. lay-low. After like.. 20+ episodes? I finally fell asleep @ around.. 4+? Maybe its because I was too tired. Anyway, I got up at 6, only to realise that my mum was out for dinner with her friends. Leaving me alone at home. So.. Me being bored, I decided to cook eggs for my dinner. Wasn't so bad.. just needed more salt. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I went over to my PS3 and started playing Devil May Cry 4. Played till.. 1am in the morning? Which was 2 hours before. Then finally, I decided to get on my computer and started looking for blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys may have noticed my 'needs', try not to ask any questions regarding it. Unless I feel like telling you guys. :P Also I spent like.. 30 mins trying to figure out what to write and what I wanted on that list. So, I feel kinda proud. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The band photo." Compliments to Mervin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sn8f2OIiGZI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xg4utb4Y30g/s1600-h/%3DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sn8f2OIiGZI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xg4utb4Y30g/s320/%3DD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368044297216203154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll end the post here, hope you guys like the blogskin. And compliment the creator, not me.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-786220556047170070?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/786220556047170070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blogskin-old-blogposts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/786220556047170070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/786220556047170070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blogskin-old-blogposts.html' title='New blogskin, old blogposts.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/Sn8f2OIiGZI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xg4utb4Y30g/s72-c/%3DD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3580402204918407164</id><published>2009-08-04T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:25:48.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, tired, tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired, tired, tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, lethargic, exhausted.. is there anymore words I can use to describe on how tired I am? I'm not sick or anything, but, I've just been really tired today. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to school late (again) I blame it partially on the time I woke up, and partially on when bus 12 arrives. Those things can really make you extra late, y'know. So anyway, I finally boarded the bus, it was packed as usual. So I decided to stand at the 'wheelchair' department. Where no one can disturb my peace and eternal bond with my 'Sumajin' headphones. I managed to arrive at ITE's busstop at.. 8.10am? Surprisingly, the side gate was open, so I managed to arrive to class earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the class hasn't even started yet. So I went in, apologized to Mr Graham and went to the back to settle down with my classmates. They were working hard on their NLE projects, while I, was working hard on disturbing them. Irritating me. But what the heck, that's how I was born. So anyway, classes started soon after, and Mr Graham started showing some weird parody that was kinda funny. But I wasn't paying much attention to it, because I was falling asleep half of the time. Tired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson ended @ 12.15pm. Which is 45 mins earlier than usual. So being early, we decided to have a short snack. We went down to Cafe 3 to eat. I bought a small plate of Bee Hoon &amp;amp; a sausage at the side for $1.40. It was kinda salty, but it was satisfying all in all. Munch munch, then we finally made our way to the lecture hall for our EVER-so-boring ETP lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the big guys in ITE think that ETP is actually beneficial for DAVP students. I mean, we'll grow up to be professional (yeah right) filmmakers or professional editors, photographers and whatnot. Not some businessman. But NOOOO, they had to waste our precious 3 hours every Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday (I think.). Stupid doods. But what the heck, during the lecture, I was hiding and playing my PSP under the table the whole time. Until finally, Mr Lieu asked us to do some weird crossword puzzle. Only when we're done, then we're allowed to go. So, I hastily finished it with the help of Jonathan, Joshua, Idah and Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAFE 2 HERE WE COME. Since our next class started @ 1, and it was only 11.30pm then. We went for a lunch break (again). The gang tried to find a table/place that has a 'pluck' nearby, so they can do their surfing of their porn and whatnot. We managed to find an empty LOONNG table, just perfect for all of us. Sat down, and they immediately whipped out their laptops. Leaving me, with my measly (whatever you spell it) PSP, which was taken by Joshua and Idah. Leaving me, again, totally bored. So I took out a piece of paper and a pen, and started drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to all those people who were wondering WTH was I drawing:&lt;/span&gt; Just in case you guys were wondering, I was drawing Vector art. Go google it. I've been wanting to try out a technique, but unfortunately, I don't have the appropriate brushes. So I decided to draw. I know it sucks, but I'm learning. Einstein didn't solve the equation in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy with my drawing. I even took a peekture of it. Unfortunately, I won't post it online, to allow you guys to comment on how sucky it is. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally headed for our last lesson of the day: PM1. Some sort of lifeskill crap lesson. All we ever do there is surf Facebook and blog. We barely even listen to what the lecturer is talking about. With that being said, I pretty much wasted my time playing and surfing the net. Bored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the lessons and crap was finally over. The gang went for a toilet break while I, made a fool of myself infront of my lecturer just to get his attention. It worked, amazingly. But I was completely humiliated. It was fun though, jumping outside my lecturer's class and screaming like a girl. Shortly after that humiliating incident, Jasmine called out to me, asking me to come and see something or someone. It was Daphane. She told me about what was gonna happen on Friday and such. We then headed down to Cafe 1 for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bowl of Kuay Teow @ $2. For something that cheap, gotta taste cheap too right? But no, the one I ate, was REALLY good. It was DEFINITELY worth the $2. We then slacked and slacked. Then, I recieved a call from ZX about.. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home early today. I wanted to try out Aion, which I spent a day downloading. Unfortunately, the server which I am playing on, doesn't support the 'Attack' system yet. DISAPPOINTED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3580402204918407164?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3580402204918407164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-tired-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3580402204918407164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3580402204918407164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-tired-tired.html' title='Tired, tired, tired.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3112737050824384028</id><published>2009-08-03T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:25:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old, old, old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's ADORABLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at that, its already Monday. But what the heck, I didn't go to school anyways. Why? Y'know me.. I'm a friggin' lazy guy. Maybe its because I slept at like.. 3 yesternight. Or maybe its because there will be a 3/4 hour break in school. Who knows..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about my laziness, today was kinda sucky for me. Even though I managed to enjoy my sleep. My handphone has really been giving me problems lately. Sometimes, I wouldn't recieve messages that quickly. Or sometimes, my phone won't even ring anymore. Phuck this, I should probably invest in a new phone. But I can't. This phone has been with me since.. the day I was born? (o.O) I had alot of laughs and memories with it. And besides, I can always repair it. Hmm.. stressed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to anyone who tried communicating with me through my handphone:&lt;/span&gt; Guys, try not to message / call my HP. Sometimes, I won't recieve your messages, or calls. If its important, please call my house. And, don't be alarmed if you recieve a message back, its just that my phone is finally giving way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, another day gone. Another day wasted. Tomoro's already Tuesday, which is kinda a good thing. Because school ends @ 4. Heh. Anyways, my friends would probably ask for dinner or something. Which I would definitely join them. Missing them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I managed to do afew stuff today. Well, firstly, I'm currently trying to learn a new fingerstyle plucking song. I won't reveal the name here, until I officially learn it. Selfish me. Secondly, I managed to put in a 'plugin' into my PSP, which allows me to play songs while I play PSP games. Proud me. And thirdly, I managed to finally clean my turtle's horrid tank. It wasn't pleasant, but someone has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praying for a better tomoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3112737050824384028?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3112737050824384028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-old-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3112737050824384028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3112737050824384028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-old-old.html' title='Old, old, old.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3222077405902328594</id><published>2009-08-02T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:25:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, was one of the best days ever. Why? Maybe its because I hanged out with some of my really really really good friends. Yesterday was Jasmine's birthday party celebration @ "supposedly Bedok". Unfortunately, due to some unforeseen circumstances, we had to eat @ Changi. Which wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to meet @ 7.00pm at Pasir Ris MRT. But in the end we went there @ like.. 7.30pm? Maybe its because ZX &amp;amp; Merv was at my place trashing out my PS3. (Lol, push the blame on them. ;)) So, we hurried, and took the bus down to the interchange. When we arrived, we met up with Jasmine &amp;amp; Kelvin who was looking completely blacked-face. (Sorry guys.) Jasmine then called Daph to ask where was she. In the end, we found out that Bedok was completely packed and that she suggested to eat at Changi instead. So we agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked across the grassfield (o.O) and reached the busstop. There, we sat down and started catching up with everything. They were talking about the girls walking past the busstop and how they walked funny and stuff. (Damn, you guys are mean. LOL.) So finally, the longly awaited bus 89 came and we boarded. Mervin then started daring people and stuff. Stuff like: "20 dollars if you go into OCH and take a peekture." There was more, but I can't remember much. So we practically were having fun and daring people and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived @ Changi, we waited for Daph &amp;amp; WE.. She arrived.. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then tried to look for a place to eat. Unfortunately, even Changi was crowded. So, someone came up with an idea to eat at Changi Beach. With that being said, Daph, WE &amp;amp; Jasmine went to 'ta bao' some food. Leaving Preetpal, Merv, Kelvin, ZX &amp;amp; me to 'play'. After what seemed ages, I suggested that we go buy some bread, just in-case we were still hungry. Noone but Merv &amp;amp; Preetpal agreed, which was kinda demoralizing. So we went to go look for a bread shop. Turns out there was none, so I suggested that we go to Cheers to get some munchies. I got a 'Cadbury BOOST.' @ 1.60 which was totally AWESOME. I bought another one for Merv cause it seemed cheaper to get 2. Preetpal got some weird swiss roll cake thingie, which he seemed to enjoy. And Merv bought his favourite Pokka drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got our munchies we went back to meet the gang. Turns out that they already bought the dinner. So we apologized and finally, we were on our way to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, the beach was completely packed with people. We practically walked like.. 15 mins just to find a table. But, thank the heavens that we eventually found one. I think Merv was overjoyed, because he was the first to run for the table. So, we went over to sit and started our sumptious meal. We ate, Sambal Stingray, Sambal Sotong, Sambal KangKong, Sambal Kai Lan, and probably some Chilli La La. So yeah, it was practically a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt; meal, but I enjoyed it. ALOT. You know what they say: "Food tastes x2 better when your hungry." Its true, y'know. So, after our meal, we started to just.. hang out. Merv, Preetpal &amp;amp; Kelvin was sitting on a bench talking while me, Daph, Jasmine, WE &amp;amp; ZX were sitting at our initial table talking and playing with lemons and such. I was feeding Daph with La La's while ZX was stuffing lemons into his mouth. And Jasmine was practically recording what we were doing the whole time. It was really really fun, hanging out with them. We had alot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will upload peektures soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took a bus down to E!Hub, where we went to play Pool. Daph &amp;amp; Jasmine was the first to play and the first to leave. Then, the rest of us, played a tag team match. We lost some, won some. In the end, we STILL had fun. Then, after which, we walked down the same road where we always go home from. Said our goodbyes and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, yesterday was all about fun, fun, fun. I really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Happy Birthday Jasmine. :D&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3222077405902328594?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3222077405902328594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3222077405902328594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3222077405902328594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4650770002886278514</id><published>2009-07-29T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:11:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another day wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another day, another boring day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been really a loooong time since I've last posted a entry. (Thousand apologies!) But still, I keep coming back for more. It kinda feels good to blog about stuff. And like, how you feel about today and such. It's kinda like a public virtual diary. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, classes today started @ 9. Which for me, is counted as.. 'kinda late'. So I took advantage, and slept late the previous night. Which was a WRONG decision to do. You'll might've guessed that I woke up late today, which is absolutely right. I rushed to school, on a taxi. Wasted 8.50 on the taxi fare. But still, I managed to arrive 'early' to class. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lesson was NLE. Which was basically pitching, coming up with ideas, and such. My group comprimises of: Hui Min &amp;amp; Shareel. (Hope I spelt your name right.) To me, personally, I'm not close to neither of them. But still, I take this as a learning opportunity. Because, I mean, you don't get to ALWAYS work with the people you like.. right? So we managed to come up with a idea, and went to pitch. Apparently, it wasn't a bad idea, just that it needed alot of work. Something which I do not like to hear. (Neither does everyone else.) You know what they say: "I love my job, its the work I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went for our lunchbreak. I ordered a bowl of Chicken Ban Mian @ 2.70. Yummy, is all I can say. And does anyone else realise that the air-cons are running on viagra? I mean, everywhere I go, I feel really cold. Like, the lecture halls, the cafes, the library. Sure, Singapore is REALLY hot, maybe the air-con dood heard our prayer and started amp'ing up the air-cons. Cool. But I hafta bring jackets next time. Because its like.. Antartica in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, me &amp;amp; Jasmine hanged out in Cafe 1 while we wait for Daph and the rest. I ate a bowl of Ba Chor Mee, while she ate a plate of cake? We talked about stuff, about being a good producer, about life and whatnot. Soon after, Daph &amp;amp; WE arrived. Sat down, and started talking. Then, Mervin, ZX &amp;amp; finally Kelvin. We then headed to WhiteSands for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I ate a bowl of Ba Chor Mee, I didn't have room for seconds. Merv &amp;amp; ZX decided to go eat at KFC. While they were eating, I was listening to Merv's iPod, complimenting about the many nice songs he has in there. And about how he doesn't send me any. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after dinner, we made our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomoro's another early day. I just pray for another good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4650770002886278514?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4650770002886278514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-another-day-wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4650770002886278514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4650770002886278514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-another-day-wasted.html' title='Another day, another day wasted.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6904690419196814980</id><published>2009-07-23T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:13:46.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun will set for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun, will set for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhh, I kinda had fun today. Today classes were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to start at.. 8. But I went to school @ 12.15pm? Well, your probably asking why. Its because, Thursday's are probably the days which I normally come late or not at all. Mainly its the day whereby me (&amp;amp; my classmates) have a 3 and a half hour break. So me, being lazy and all, decide to come to NOT wait for the 3 and a half hour break. Instead, I would usually sleep at home till like.. 9am? Then i'ma go shower and take my own sweet time to come to school. That way, I wouldn't waste so much time in school slacking. Though, it ain't all fun and games, Thursday's start @ 8 because there's classes at that time. From 8 to 10. I think. So, coming to school late means, skipping classes. Which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; cool. So yeah, it ain't that fun on Thursdays after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I arrived in school @ 12.15pm (as above stated) met my classmates at Cafe 2, said hi and sat down. I got abit of scolding from Jonathan asking me about why weren't I in classes earlier this morning and blah blah blah.. I kinda ignored him and said hi to Daphane who was already approaching my table. She came, and sat next to me. Shortly after, I saw Kelvin, said hi and he sat at my table too. Then, me, Jonathan, Kelvin &amp;amp; Daphane went to buy food. I ordered Mee Soto which totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHCUKED&lt;/span&gt;. It was VERY VERY salty, too little (luckily) and totally filled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;. Its was just, noodles, pieces of shredded chicken abit of "Tao Gei" and thats it. I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; enjoy my lunch. Unfortunately, I sort of pulled Jonathan to eat the same store as me. Appararently his dish shcuked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Jonathan:&lt;/span&gt; SORRY JONATHAN, for pulling you to eat the same store as me. Hope you didn't hate your dish as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after we ate our lunches, me, Daphane, Kelvin &amp;amp; Jasmine started talked about "Someone." and about how she was becoming a biatch and all. I know, its mean, talking bad about your past classmate, but I mean, whatever we say about her, is completely true. So we talked and talked, not knowing that we actually left Jonathan alone. (SORRY.) So, Jonathan, I guess he was bored, he turned over to his own table and started typing stuff on his computer. So we continued talking, planning about the BBQ and whatever secret plot we planned which I won't be telling you guys. ;)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shortly after, Kelvin left for his classes leaving Daphane, me &amp;amp; Jasmine. Daphane, being tired, went to sleep while Jasmine went over to her lappy to continue her work and stuff. Leaving me, alone and bored. So I decided to turn over to my classmates who were STILL awake. Appararently, Jonathan was doing something and needed some help on it. So I took over for him while he went to sleep too. It was a photoshop project, involving decorating people's names and stuff. So I decided to go search for brushes which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; help with his project. I managed to find afew, and when I was about to actually start on the project, it was already time to go. So we packed up, said our goodbyes to Daph and continued on to our lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't blah about the lecture, instead, I'll jump straight to the part when we met Daphane and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jump-a-dingz-dong!~&lt;/span&gt; (Didn't hear that for a long time now did you? ;D!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the lecture, me &amp;amp; Jasmine went over to meet Daphane. We went, said bye to our clique and continued on to Cafe 2 to wait for Benedict. We arrived in Cafe 2, sat, went to buy a Chicken Wrap @ 1.80, ate afew bites, said hi to ZX, talked, bought myself a cup of Milo, talked, finally Ben arrived. And then, we finally made our way to the busstop. Whilst on our way, we met LETICIA &amp;amp; PREETPAL. Boy, I've not seen those two for like.. CENTURIES. So, Daphane, Jasmine, ZX, Ben, Leticia, Preetpal &amp;amp; me, made our way to the busstop. It's been a long time before we actually were a big group like this. It felt good, felt like the good ol' times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for bus 17 this time. I'm not gonna wait for bus 12 after what happened the last time. In the end, 3 bus 17 passed before we managed to get onto one. Not that bad since everyone was there and talking. So finally, we got on one and sat till Loyang Point. We got off, and went to some Coffee Shop there to eat. I ordered a plate of Mixed Vegetable Rice @ 3.40 Not so bad. Ate, and shortly after, Mervin arrived. Then, we talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling REALLY tired, so I'll keep this short from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A fly flew, hit my hand and dropped into my drink.&lt;br /&gt;- Merv managed to save it by 'fishing' it out with my straw.&lt;br /&gt;- Apparently it's feelers were stuck together, so Merv tried saving it.&lt;br /&gt;- Epic'ly failing.&lt;br /&gt;- We actually caught the whole thing on tape. (Its with Mervin.)&lt;br /&gt;- Mervin decided to 'end its misery'.&lt;br /&gt;- We proceeded down to Sheng Siong to get our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- Bought like.. 10 days worth of food and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;- Zhong Xin paid for the whole thing. (THANKS)&lt;br /&gt;- Ben, Daph, Jasmine, ZX took a cab back, since they didn't want to carry the stuff all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;- Me, Kelvin &amp;amp; Merv walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;- We sent Merv home.&lt;br /&gt;- Me &amp;amp; Kelvin walked back home, arguing about which route takes the shorter time and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- Bathed, and started typing this entry. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signin' off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, I typed "Someone" but it isn't you. Its about my classmate. :D!!&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6904690419196814980?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6904690419196814980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-will-set-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6904690419196814980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6904690419196814980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-will-set-for-you.html' title='The sun will set for you..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3954811298445785451</id><published>2009-07-20T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:17:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days after the Infection..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 days after the Infection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its officially the 4th day of my quarantine. So far its been really.. boring. Staying at home (Its not like I actually go out often), watching TV, surfing the net and stuff. Anyways, I'm feeling as good as new now. So that means I can return to school! HOWEVER. My MC states that I can only return to school on FRIDAY. Why? Because, on the 7th day of my quarantine'ment I hafta go back to the doc's to get a check-up. To see whether I'm actually fine or not. So, that means, no school till Friday. Even though I'm missing it like crap now. (Surprisingly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I feel fine, I still have some "aftermath" from my massive fever. I've been having this EXTREMELY irritating migrane @ the back of my head since the day I was feeling better. Its been going on and on and on.. Guess it's something I have to check with the doc too. I'm suffering from coughs too. Soo, its not COMPLETELY gone yet. But its getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would just like to thank everyone for your "Get well soon" wishes. Thanks alot everyone. If you guys were all girls, I would kiss you. LOL. But.. NAHH. But seriously, thank you. Even though there wasn't a point on worrying about me, you guys still did. Thank you. (It's like the 5th time I'm saying thanks..) Thanks.. &gt;.&gt; (6th.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, I just sat on my computer chair, watching Youtube and downloading some PSP games. Oh right, talking about PSP games. For all those Pangya fanatics, the PSP has released a english verson on Pangya Fantasy Golf Portable. I've been playing the Korean one, and I didn't understand shet. Anyways, do get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SmRR0IcmsOI/AAAAAAAAALM/_71lAJyiNV0/s1600-h/Pangya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SmRR0IcmsOI/AAAAAAAAALM/_71lAJyiNV0/s320/Pangya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360499412540240098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeah, I've been playing ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be returning to school on Friday. See you guys then!&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3954811298445785451?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3954811298445785451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-days-after-infection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3954811298445785451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3954811298445785451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-days-after-infection.html' title='2 days after the Infection..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/SmRR0IcmsOI/AAAAAAAAALM/_71lAJyiNV0/s72-c/Pangya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4908143793952945261</id><published>2009-07-17T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:21:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1. Seriously, isn't a matter to joke about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H1N1. Seriously, isn't a matter to joke about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you see someone sneezing / coughing / having a sorethroat, we'd usually say: "OMIGOSH, H1N1?!" But of course, we always mean it jokingly right? Well I guess, when your actually down with H1N1, it probably isn't a joke anymore.. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning, thinking that I could go to school, but unfortunately, I felt really cold. And I was having a major headache. So I thought to myself: 'This is bad..' Anyways, I got up, hurting from the pounding of my headache. Today really wasn't my day, my back hurt like crap, I'm had a major fever and I was feeling woozy as hell. So I decided to visit the doctor, actually I was kinda afraid that the doctor might say: 'I'm afraid we have to suspect you to have H1N1.' But I thought to myself.. NAHH. Me? H1N1? Yeah right.. So anyways, I went into the clinic, confidently. Signed my name, and waited for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like.. 30mins? A "nurse" called me into a room to check my temperature and pulse. So I went in, and she did the temperature thingie. You know, the one that plugs into your ear? Yeah, my temperature was like.. 38.7C. And she was like.. "OMFG. WTF." Well, she didn't really say that, but you could tell from her face. So after that, I went into the doctor's office for consultation. She asked me afew questions, and I answered. She then checked my throat.. and my chest with that listening thing that doctors use. (Don't know the name.) She then whispered "Oh dear." for me, that was really bad. She then said this phrase to me, which totally freaked me out: "Well, we have no choice but to suspect that you have H1N1. Because you have symptoms that are linked to it. Do you have any siblings at home who are 1 year and below? Or maybe 65 years and above?".  "I see, so, what you should do, is to stay at home for 7 days. Don't go out, don't come in contact with the stated people and no clubbing ar?" I chuckled. "So that means, you're able to return to school on.. *counts* next Friday. I'll give you the MC and prescriptions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really stunned. My mouth was practically gaping open when I exited the doctor's office. Luckily, there was a mask to cover it up. To think, that I have 'suspected' H1N1.. THAT ISN'T COOL. Bah, at least I don't have to go to school for the next 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4908143793952945261?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4908143793952945261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-seriously-isnt-matter-to-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4908143793952945261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4908143793952945261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-seriously-isnt-matter-to-joke.html' title='H1N1. Seriously, isn&apos;t a matter to joke about.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7701624295930611755</id><published>2009-07-15T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:20:31.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hungry man, is an angry man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hungry man, is an angry man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, for me, I hate it, when people (both girls &amp;amp; guys) cry infront of me. Its not because I just don't like it. It's basically because I feel really.. useless. Why? I don't know. I just have this problem of 'nothing else to say whenever someone cries' type of syndrome. I practically have a phobia of people crying. Weird me. Anyways, whatever's done is done. I hope he gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was COLD. It was raining in the morning and in the afternoon. (I think.) I was practically shivering whenever I was in the Cafe's or in the lecture halls. I shoulda brought my jacket. But what the heck, we Singaporeans wish for colder weather. But when it's actually cold, we complain about it being TOO cold. Picky us. So, I continued the day, and it was really tiring for me. Because I slept kinda late yesterday because me &amp;amp; Merv was talking below me block till like.. 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I'm really sorry for those who recieved my "get the f*ck out of my face attitude today". Probably another thing you should know about me is.. I get REALLLLLY grumpy when I don't eat. Usually, I'd just try to avoid people and conversations. But when I actually engage in one, I'd usually give the "get the f*ck out of my face" attitude. So.. sorry to whoever. You should know who I'm talking about, and yeah, I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, school was.. usual so I won't talk about it. After school was over, we (Jasmine &amp;amp; me) met Daphane, ZX &amp;amp; Leticia for a trip home. We talked, argued, listened to songs, crapped, everything. Just like old times. So, we waited at bus 12's busstop. And guess what, we waited for like.. an hour waiting for a NON-packed bus 12. All the bus 12s which came and went were ALL single-decked and FILLED to its brim with people. So we had no choice but to wait for the next one, which eventually was a SINGLE-DECKED and STILL filled with people. So we waited, and waited.. and waited. Waited till like.. 13, bus no. 31 came and left the busstop. Everyone was probably pissed.. esp. ZX. So finally, I made a suggestion on us, walking to the bus 17 busstop and taking a bus 17. Which was probably only option we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for like.. 5 mins? And a bus 17 came. Packed, but not to its brim. So we headed in, and stood at the 'standing' area. And started talking again. Till when it reached my stop, I alighted and walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't even talked to her today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I actually started praying. Its true, it helps. Kinda alot. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7701624295930611755?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7701624295930611755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hungry-man-is-angry-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7701624295930611755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7701624295930611755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hungry-man-is-angry-man.html' title='A hungry man, is an angry man.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-832229384223026347</id><published>2009-07-13T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:48:22.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With every step, you climb another mountain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, it's Monday. You know what that means.. S&amp;amp;W in the morning! Which.. is sorta bad &amp;amp; good at the same time. Anyway, classes start @ 8 today. I was surprisingly early today too. Whilst taking the bus to school, I managed to meet Jonathan on the way. He was looking ever-tired, ever-sleepy but ever-happy to start the day. (Thats the way Jonathan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in school, went over to the field area and met the 'gang'. Though, the gang was pretty low on people today. Well, I guess I was too early. Anyway, we sat on the ground. (Right infront of nowhere, we were practically blocking the way. Lol.) And we started chatting about stuff. I guess the feeling's kinda good. To talk to your classmates again. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; missed them. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, the S&amp;amp;W lecturer finally arrived, and asked us to change. Which I immediately did so. Enthusiastic me. After we got changed, me, Sun &amp;amp; Jonathan went to run around the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One thing I accomplished today: I ran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; ROUNDS. NONSTOP! HAPPY ME! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I was kinda over-enthusiastic, because after I stopped, I started to feel VERY dizzy. And my calves were aching like CRAZY. I guess that's the price you gotta pay when you don't exercise for like.. EVER. So I just sat down and started to regain myself again while the S&amp;amp;W lecturer was talking about some thing with cars and such. I pretty much ignored him all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after S&amp;amp;W was.. VP2. My friends continued to pitch their ideas. Which took like.. 2 hours? Yeah, we sat on the ground.. listening to other people's story. It was kinda like a DRAGGY story-telling session. Though, I kinda enjoyed it, cause it was fun listening to your friend's stories. You always have this "curiousity" about what your friends might pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came our lunch break. Me &amp;amp; the gang occupied the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; table, and when I meant by 'occupied' I mean the WHOLE table. We practically owned the whole table to ourselves. I was pretty happy to see that, people who didn't usually hang with us were like.. sitting and talking to us like as though we're their best friends. Which was kinda cool, I felt the 'bondness' there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like.. 2 and a half hours @ the cafe talking, taking peektures, playing Facebook games, researching.. and even sleeping. Then, Elizabeth, Jasmine, Fuad, Joshua &amp;amp; me first went up to the fifth floor to use the plugs (or plucks..) there. Since the ones in the cafe aren't really working. In the end, the plugs worked, but there was no internet. Sad us. Anyway, we sat on the ground once again, blocking everyone's way.. And I, being bored, pulled out my PSP and started playing DJMax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NLE was really fun today. Jonathan, Joshua &amp;amp; me who are group members for this current project, are ALMOST done with our photo montage! It was really fun editing with Jonathan today. We had alot of laughs.. and anger issues cause FCP was a real PAIN. Still, we managed to come up with a decent project. Though, it had alot of touching ups here and there. But nothing we can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were meant to live~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-832229384223026347?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/832229384223026347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-every-step-you-climb-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/832229384223026347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/832229384223026347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-every-step-you-climb-another.html' title='With every step, you climb another mountain.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3145204924423514702</id><published>2009-07-12T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:47:45.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pluck&lt;/span&gt;' to charge my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Is officially Sunday! You know what that means.. there's school tomoro! Y'know, if I was the government, I would make Monday a holiday. So vote for me yeah? LOL. Anyways, I was supposed to meet Jasmine @ Downtown East McDonald's for a group discussion about our project. But before that, I messaged her about who was there and such. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Jas, where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jas: Orh, I am in mac. (Note her horrible spelling.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Oh, okay. Who are you with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jas: Im with elizabeth. where are u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: I'm still at home, I'll probably go there at around 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jas: Orh ok. why 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Iunno, I thought Jonathan said to meet @ 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jas: ok. i will be waitin at mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Why Mac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jas: cus here got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pluck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Wth? What pluck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jas: Orh, the one to charge laptop lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Ey dey, its spelt as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;plug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jas: LOL aiya you understand can liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how much I banged my head on my table whilst talking to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went there at around.. 4.10pm? Oh, and does anyone know that a Cosplay event happening at Downtown East? Today is supposedly the last day of the event though. So you can imagine the number of weird people wearing costumes going in and out of Mac. I sat down next to Eliz, while they were watching Bleach. So I just stared at the people wearing the costumes. Some of them really looked good. (ESP. THE GIRL WITH THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; CONTACTS.) No argument about that. So, we waited for our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; late&lt;/span&gt; group member: Jonathan. Well, he was at church, so I didn't blame him. When he arrived he pulled out his MacBook and started playing weird Facebook games with Jasmine. So me and Elizabeth, being bored, decided to play with Jasmine's laptop. We playing a peekture taking app. which is called.. iPhoto? Here's some of the photos. IT WAS HILARIOUS. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SlnmemGlK2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5aL6l4vAdP8/s320/5610_1179614684267_1045147184_554240_2595381_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566645032528738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SlnmebKrQzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ruZ6IItZQ1s/s1600-h/5610_1179614644266_1045147184_554239_43447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SlnmebKrQzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ruZ6IItZQ1s/s320/5610_1179614644266_1045147184_554239_43447_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566642096915250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SlnmeELaMGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hKJNRyruYyo/s1600-h/5610_1179614604265_1045147184_554238_5175043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SlnmeELaMGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hKJNRyruYyo/s320/5610_1179614604265_1045147184_554238_5175043_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357566635925975138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, camwhore'ing, the RIGHT way. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so, we spent like.. 3 hours in Mac playing Facebook games, like Typing Maniac and.. Bio.. Something? We had fun, loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that wonderful experience, we went over to the Coffee Express in Downtown to have our dinner. I ordered a Korean dish. A dish that has like.. egg omelete as the main dish. It was worth the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 dollars&lt;/span&gt; because it's GIGANTIC. I was really full after I ate it. Yeah so, we had loads of laughter and such. And finally, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3145204924423514702?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3145204924423514702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3145204924423514702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3145204924423514702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-boundaries.html' title='No Boundaries.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Slnm4K__LCI/AAAAAAAAALE/XTMLU-nJj2g/s72-c/5610_1179615164279_1045147184_554252_6648296_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8302139334509822396</id><published>2009-07-11T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:11:44.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, it's Saturday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I've been looking forward to today. Cause I can rest my arse at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just talk abit about yesterday. School started at around.. 9.30am? And ended at around.. 12.30pm. Friday is seriously the best day of the week. Anyway, I, we rather, spent the whole day in the studio, listening to our class's pitches. Some of them were really good, and some of them were really funny. All in all, I didn't fall asleep whilst listening to their pitches. Which is probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes, me and Jasmine went down to Cafe 2 to find Daphane and the rest. In the end, we waited for everyone to come, then we had our lunch. I ordered my usual, Ee-mee again. I can never get sick of it. Then, Jonathan and the gang decided to come down to Cafe 2 too. So they sat at a table that's just next to ours. Its kinda fun, to have all of your best friends sitting right beside you. Anyway, I regularly switched tables, making sure I don't leave them out and such. Jonathan and the gang decided to go play L4D. While Daph, the rest &amp;amp; me, decided to go play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Jonathan:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry I couldn't join you guys for L4D. I was just TOO TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we played.. and played. Then when it was about 3.30pm? Me, Daph &amp;amp; Merv decided to leave. I just wanted to get home early. Don't ask. So we went to bus 12's busstop and waited for the bus. Got on it, tapped in, and found a seat. Daph was listening to her MP3 while me and Merv was talking about some.. 'private stuff.' He gave me some advice which I found was really really true. (Thanks alot Merv.) So Merv stopped at central for his dental appointment, while I, stopped at my usual busstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today, I couldn't manage to sleep well. Why? Because of those BANGLA's working on the lifts. They were like.. drilling, and talking loudly, and banging and.. doing some weird constructing thingie which made a HELL lot of noise. So I was practically cursing and swearing. But anyway, I got up, turned on my comp.. went to eat Corn Bran flakes.. And I started typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd better not disturb my beauty sleep!&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8302139334509822396?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8302139334509822396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8302139334509822396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8302139334509822396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3496718992416254745</id><published>2009-07-09T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:40:34.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day without school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A day without school.. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I didn't go to school today. Why? It's because I don't wanna. Lol, nah I'm just kidding. I woke up late today. And yes, I know there was a 3 and a half hour break, I could just come to school inbetween right? There's a problem with that theory. And that problem is.. I'm just plain lazy. I'm not trying to be.. "school is uncool." but, i'm seriously lazy. I think of it as a MAJOR problem.. I'm getting lazier by the days. I HAVE to kick that habit. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I spent the whole day at home. Lazing around. Playing abit of Resident Evil 4. Checking out Facebook.. Watching some anime. Some TV. Ate a really cool sandwich which my mum made me. Yeah, today was awesome. Also, my flat is currently going through some "renovation." What I mean is.. If anyone of y'all have ever visited my house. I'd usually.. or have no choice but to take the lift, walked like.. a gigantor round, up the stairs and then finally my house. Well now, the friggin' HDB doods finally used their friggin' brains to make a lift that alights me just outside my staircase. That way, I don't hafta walk a friggin' huge round. Well, of course the lift doesn't take like.. a second to build, it takes months, years.. centuries.. whatever. So the bangla doods are currently renovating the side of the flat where the lift is gonna be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know bangla's have that platform thingie, which allows them to go up and down? They usually use that for painting. That long platform, that has buttons that allow them to go up and down.. Yeah that thing. They positioned it RIGHT outside my window.. So today, while I was watching TV and eating my wonderful &amp;amp; delicious sandwich. I had the most shocking experience EVER. I actually thought there were two floating bangla's outside my window. IMAGINE THAT. WTFRIGGER'S. I almost choked on my sandwich when I saw that. But, end's up that they were just using that platform'y thingie. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm currently staying away from my hall for the time being. I don't wanna have that same experience again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Its already 11.39pm. And I have school tomoro. SIAN ME. Oh well, at least its only till 12.30pm. Then ima go play pool with me best buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3496718992416254745?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3496718992416254745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-without-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3496718992416254745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3496718992416254745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-without-school.html' title='A day without school.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8569193154780120562</id><published>2009-07-08T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:36:35.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG TIME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, blog time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda slack for me. Since classes started at 9.00am today. I woke up at about.. 7.45am. Went to shower, dressed up, wore my shoes, proceeded to the busstop and waited. I don't usually carry a watch around, But I was assuming that it was already 8.00am sharp. Which to me, was kinda early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored on the bus today, since I forgot to charge my PSP the night before. So I was practically looking at people coming in and going out of the bus.. Listening to people talking, looking at their shoes and whatnot. Then, an elderly couple boarded the bus. The lady elderly sat on my left, while the guy elderly sat on my right. At first, I didn't really mind.. But then, the guy on the right started to move about, it's like he can't stop moving or something. He HAS to touch something, or move his hands or.. shake his leg or SOMETHING. So anyway, he placed his hand on his left thigh, which is.. on MY right thigh as well. (Since he's sitting on my right.) So, being himself, he couldn't stop moving right? So his hands were going up and down his legs, while it was brushing against mine. I didn't really notice until I looked down towards my file which I was carrying. And I was like.. "WTFriggers?!". So I adjusted myself, more towards the left. Which was definitely better. I think the old dood noticed me moving to the left, so he immediately stopped touching his leg. And btw, I WASN'T molested. So chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at ITE's busstop, met Jet, who was on the same bus as me, walked to the entrance, through the 'Temperature Screen Station", got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; sticker (to show that I'm healthy.), said goodbye to Jet, took the elevator up to the 5th floor, walked to my classroom, and BAM, I finally reached my destination. Surprisingly, I was early. VERY early. I was SOO early, that I was earlier than Jasmine. `Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's first lesson was NLE. Which is (Non-Linear Editing.) Basically, its a lesson on editing. You might think its simple.. But its not, there's alot of steps and HARDWORK which you need to put in, in order to edit. Anyways, Me, Jonathan &amp;amp; Joshua continued on our NLE pitch. We were working on a 'photo montage' on 'Racial Harmony'. So we drew out our ideas, then went over to pitch to our lecturers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so bad, they said that our idea was.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. But not 'professional' enough. So, we went back to our workstations and started to work on it again. After like.. 20 mins? Miss Christina &amp;amp; Miss Raudah started teaching on the basics of Final Cut Pro. Its basically a "Adobe Premiere Pro" on a Macintosh. Same functionalities, same features, as powerful &amp;amp; as confusing too. I knew the basics of editing on ADP from VP1, so what they thought was kinda a 'refresher.' It helped me loads anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture was over, we went down to Cafe 2 to have our brunch. I ordered a bowl of Ee-Mee @ $3.40, from the same stall, the same seller. And it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GOOOD&lt;/span&gt;, as ever. After our brunch, Fish &amp;amp; Sun started to shoot chewed ice from their straws at Jonathan. They were kinda having a war when I was right infront of them. Luckily I didn't get hit. Or else, I would send them back to the Ice Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after brunch, we went to our next lesson which is ETP. This module is kinda boring. Because it teaches you how to make a business when you grow older.. Which is TOTALLY irrelevant to my course. However, today's lesson was kinda okay, because we were supposed to set up a business and what to sell and whatnot. So me, Jonathan, Sun, Fish &amp;amp; Joshua decided to invent bite-sized cube currypuffs. Which will probably taste AWESOME, because we're coming up with different flavours for it. I'll post some peektures whenever we got the chance to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ETP, we proceeded to the lecture hall to watch a movie. Called 3-iron. It was a Korean show, and it was REALLY good. Why? Its because the main actor/actress didn't say a SINGLE word. It was a love story about a guy and a girl.. and blah blah blah. Simple concept, but interesting approach on how to deliver it. And yes, the actors didn't say a SINGLE word. But they managed to convey the message to us about how they fell in love and whatnot. Guys, if you have the chance, WATCH the show. Its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 'the gang' and I went down to Cafe 1 to have dinner. Cindy, Jonathan, Joshua, Fish and me was sitting at 1 table. While Jasmine, Elizabeth &amp;amp; Serene was sitting at another. They were watching some weird documentary about some half-naked doods. Don't ask. So anyway, we talked.. I bought a bowl of Chicken Macaroni @ $3.30. Kinda good. Met Daphane &amp;amp; Zhong Xin. Then when we were all done, we walked to the bus 12's bustop. Saying our goodbyes and such. Boarded the bus.. And went home. Actually, we changed bus's because we saw a double-decker at the back. Met Kelvin and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already 11.30pm now, and I have to wake up extra early to meet Kelvin for breakfast and whatnot. Don't know whether I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's awesomely cute, isn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8569193154780120562?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8569193154780120562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8569193154780120562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8569193154780120562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-time.html' title='BLOG TIME.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5002985861980174461</id><published>2009-07-06T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:26:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school. Jeez the weez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First day of school. I have to wake my sorry ass @ 6.45am again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I hate Monday's. Why? I don't know, I just hate them. Maybe its because I suffer a very common disease called "Monday Blues." I'm sure I'm not the only one suffering from it right? Yeah well. Classes started @ 8.00am today. Are you kidding me? Well, you know me, I'm always late for my 8.00am classes. So I reached school 30mins late, only to find out that the first lesson was canceled.. JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived in school, hoping to skip S&amp;amp;W, since it was the first lesson of the day, luckily, it was canceled. Happy me. Sorta. So, I messaged Jonathan asking them where they were. Apparently they were @ the cafe 1. So I headed there. When I reached, seems like everyone was moodless, they were practically puppets. Maybe cause its the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall skip to the last part of the day. Today was boring.. B-O-R-I-N-G. Like seriously. Thank god I had my friends to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes ended, @ around 5.30pm? I recieved a call from Mervin saying whether do I wanna join him for pool. So me, and Jasmine, agreed. So we went down. Oh and btw, the uncle @ the pool centre changed the tables. From green (I think.) to.. RED. LIKE OMIGOSH. ITS RED! And DARN, was it BLOODY smexy. I was practically drooling all over the place. The tables were new.. Shiny, and RED. One of my favourite'st COLOUR. So ANYWAY, I went over to Mervin's table (Which wasn't red. :|) and waited for them to finish their game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened afterwards, cause I practically fell dead in the bus. I was friggin' tired. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I refined my pitch. And I installed a printer to my comp. About time though. My computer can't print for nuts. Anyway, I worked on my pitch from like.. 8.30pm? To about.. 10.30pm. Oh well, at least it's done. And I'm KINDA pitch ready. Just hope Cindy likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to wish a particular someone, a very happy 17th birthday. You're officially 17. Don't be too happy though, I'm still older than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, your gift is still with me, I haven't touched it yet. Neither will I give it to you anytime soon. I'll just keep it for memories sake. Remember, stay happy, and always be yourself. I'll surely &amp;amp; still am, missing you. I just can't get over you. Period. Stop asking me to move on. Cause I CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird me. Anyway, happy birthday. May your wishes come true. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should know I'm talking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5002985861980174461?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5002985861980174461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-of-school-jeez-weez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5002985861980174461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5002985861980174461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-of-school-jeez-weez.html' title='First day of school. Jeez the weez..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7368682712973111850</id><published>2009-07-06T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:49:04.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PITCH PITCH.. BITCH.. Oh wait.. PITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PITCH, PITCH.. BITCH.. Oh sorry.. PITCH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. as the title says, I've been stressing about my pitch.. A LOT. I actually have an original idea. Its about a guy with Tourette Syndrome trying to cope with life. But, Cindy suggested that I do, the Infectors 2! Which I DEFINITELY agreed. However, the idea was kinda last minute. So I didn't have much time to do the storyboard and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is Sunday, and you know what that means.. THERES FRIGGIN' SCHOOL TOMORO. Which is DEFINITELY not cool. After 4 weeks of holiday, i'm still suffering from the holiday sickness. How I wish school will be cancelled tomoro due to the H1N1 thingie and such. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started on my pitch like.. The day before yesterday. I starting my project @ Mervin's house. I was doing it while he was playing "Prototype", you can imagine how torturing it was, seeing him playing, and me.. suffering on the computer with Microsoft Word on. So, I practically did everything there. The Outline, Director's Treatment, Sypnosis and everything. Saved it on my HD. And went home. When I plugged it in.. guess what.. I couldn't open the files. Why? It's because I did it on Microsoft Word 2007 and my computer.. being such a lousy one.. can't open it. So I was like.. "WTFriggers?!". You can imagine how pissed I was. So I spent the whole day, re-doing it. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Today, I recieved a call from Nick. I'm guessing is that he wants to play pool and whatnot. So I purposely didn't answer. (Sorry Nick, I had lots of stuff to do.) Instead, I went over to my computer and started on my project again. It feels good, to cram on Microsoft Word. Just like old times.. Anyway, I've finished my pitch (sorta.) and I hope I don't disappoint anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm REALLY tired right now, I can't think properly, I can't spell properly and I hate bittergourd. Okay, random. Please mind the spelling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Cindy:&lt;/span&gt; Heya Cindy! Thanks again for letting me to The Infectors 2. I really really appreciate it. Though, I was kinda hoping that you'd do it. Cause I SOOO wanna see how it ends. But anyways, I would just like to say.. that I hope I don't disappoint you. I didn't have much time to think about the story, so I came up with everything I had in my mind. I don't wanna disgrace your film, or even worse, you. So, if you hear my pitch today, and if you think it's utterly disgusting.. Please tell me, I don't wanna make the same mistake on disgrace'ing any of my other schoolmate's films. Sorry, and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7368682712973111850?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7368682712973111850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/pitch-pitch-bitch-oh-wait-pitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7368682712973111850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7368682712973111850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/pitch-pitch-bitch-oh-wait-pitch.html' title='PITCH PITCH.. BITCH.. Oh wait.. PITCH.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1156412473248353902</id><published>2009-07-03T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:12:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgG_4Akt9vM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/WgG_4Akt9vM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1156412473248353902?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1156412473248353902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/shadow-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1156412473248353902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1156412473248353902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/shadow-of-day.html' title='Shadow of the Day.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-996435534481679651</id><published>2009-07-02T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:27:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me adamant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call me, selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heydihidiho. Yesterday's been really tough for me, I can't sleep. Don't know what's the problem with me nowadays. Anyway, I went for guitar today. Only to find out that I was gonna be teaching the Sec 3's instead of the Sec 2's. I was kinda disappointed, because I was soo.. "affectionately" attached to the Sec 2's. (I'm not gay.) Anyways, I did my job and because of that, I lost my voice. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up @ around.. 12.15pm? Went straight to bathe, came out, changed and went to eat lunch. While eating, I went over to the hall to watch some TV. My mum was watching some cowboy show.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate up, washed up, went down to the busstop, waited for like.. 5 mins? Then the bus arrived. I did the usual, tapped in, went all the way to the back and listened to my PSP. (People say I look scary when I'm alone and listening to music. Don't know if it's true..) When I arrived @ PTC's busstop, I noticed that my guitar juniors took the same bus too. They were sitting on top. So I asked them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: Hey, you're here for guitar right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Them: No, ours was on Wednesday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Them: Yeah, you mean you didn't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: Iunno, I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Them: Jeez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: So who am I gonna teach then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Them: The Sec 3's. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stein: *Sad face..* Seriously..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Them: Why? Miss us right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say yes.. But, NAH.. Anyways, yeah, I was kinda disappointed that I wasn't able to teach the Sec 2's. It's not because I hate the Sec 3's. Its just.. I'm more familiar with the Sec 2's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. We walked across the street.. Met Kelvin, Jasmine &amp;amp; Cheng Chye along the way, Arrived in PTC, said hi to Jaysen / Jason, went to take "Big Ben.", talked abit to Gwen. AND FINALLY, sat on the couch, and started playing. It was kinda good, to touch "Big Ben." again. I really missed that guitar. (Big Ben is PTC's folk guitar. I love that guitar. It's not a person. Like I said, I ain't gay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping to lessons part~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was about "Chords of the Frets." It was kinda hectic because Kelvin &amp;amp; myself didn't really know much about this topic. So we were kinda brainstorming in the middle of the lesson about how to figure out the Root Chord and whatnot. So, in the end, we thought them what we knew and they seem to understand. So I was pretty satisfied. Though, they were really kinda unattentive and noisy @ the same time. That's probably why I lost my voice. Anyways, lessons was over and the next shift of "students" came in. I was assigned two students. And I thought them about the song "Micheal Rows the Boat Ashore." &amp;amp;&amp;amp; "If We Hold On Together." It was kinda boring, they were really.. moodless, and they didn't have much of a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO.. Guitar finally ended, and we discussed about what to do with the Sec 3's. Since they practically learnt everything and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOOT* Confidential stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged around in PTC till about.. 7.30pm? Then me &amp;amp; Kelvin went to wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, before I end this entry. I would like to talk about this arsehole in the bus, who was sitting behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, he had this f*cking waterbottle who was shoved inbetween the seat and the window, and was kinda protruding out from my side. That way, I couldn't rest my hands properlly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, you know those type of Ah Beng's, the way they sit in buses? With the knees stuck on the seat infront? YEAH, at first, I didn't mind him putting his knees on the seat. But he was like.. MOVING about and whatnot. That made MY seat kinda shaky and stuff. WTF was he friggin' doing? Was his d!ck itchy or something? Damn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I changed seats and went over to sit with Kelvin. Then it finally reached my stop, and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I wish I saw his face, that way, I can curse and swear all I want. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-996435534481679651?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/996435534481679651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-me-adamant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/996435534481679651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/996435534481679651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-me-adamant.html' title='Call me adamant.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8616797562588147379</id><published>2009-07-01T05:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:15:40.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shes out of my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shes out of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, its currently.. 5.10am. I couldn't sleep after yesterday. So many things went through my mind. And so many things are STILL currently in my mind. In any case.. I've decided to "kick" her out of my life for the time being. I have to forget about her somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're reading this.. I'm sorry. After that incident, something just, came over me. I cried myself to sleep last night thinking about you. That's probably the first time I ever done something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that "she's happy now.. forget about it." Sometimes, it makes me feel better. Sometimes, it makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for the memories." Was the last thing I said to her. I'll remember that. Honestly I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you're reading this. Please take care of yourself. Drinks loads of water, and remember to always be happy. That's all I ask for. I'll remember you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sad face..*&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8616797562588147379?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8616797562588147379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-out-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8616797562588147379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8616797562588147379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-out-of-my-life.html' title='Shes out of my life..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8788646453402979835</id><published>2009-06-30T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:30:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed, torned apart.. But.. Who cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crushed, torn apart.. but.. who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live today, for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go school today. But, luckily, I found out from Jasmine that the lessons were boring. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day watching the anime: Blood+ Its a really good anime, nice storyline, nice sound effects and most of all, nice actors. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to my watch its already 10.30pm. And i'm bloody bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found out. Why couldn't you just tell me, instead of making me friggin' wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8788646453402979835?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8788646453402979835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/crushed-torned-apart-but-who-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8788646453402979835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8788646453402979835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/crushed-torned-apart-but-who-cares.html' title='Crushed, torned apart.. But.. Who cares?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-117619840033982710</id><published>2009-06-29T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:18:42.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1. An pandemic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H1N1, an epidemic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, H1N1 is starting to freak me out. I just got word that 3 of my PREVIOUS school teachers (in Hai Sing.) were suspected to have H1N1. Not only that, the total cases of H1N1 now in Singapore is already 556. WTFriggers?! Its already reached half a thousand. *Shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm lucky enough that I don't have H1N1. (Thank you sweet Jesus.) And God bless all the infected people. May God be with you, and that you'll recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was supposed to attend school, for some e-biz learning thingie. But unfortunately, I didn't go. (Even though it was "compulsary".) Actually, I was already dressed up and ready to leave the house. BUTTTT.. I ate lunch before I went. You guys must be thinking.. "So..?" well, here's the sad part. I ate bad Duck Rice. Yes, I did. Although it tasted good, I went straight to the toilet after eating it. Maybe its because of something else or whatnot, but I was crapping in the toilet bowl non-stop for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I'm typing this entry, I'm having a EXTREMELY painful stomach ache. It feels much better now, cause I was pouring "Fong Yew" on my stomach. But it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, did nothing but sit/lie/roll/cursing and swearing @ the Duck Rice on bed. Sure, I played abit of guitar here and there. Always trust on me favourite guitar to cheer me up! Anyways, I don't know whether I'm in shape to go to the lesson tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll hafta wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painfully signin' off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-117619840033982710?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/117619840033982710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-pandemic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/117619840033982710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/117619840033982710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-pandemic.html' title='H1N1. An pandemic?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6162647623336740282</id><published>2009-06-28T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:48:44.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit, am I lazy or what..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dammit, am I lazy or what..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I forgot to type in an entry. And once again, I'm sorry. BUTTTT.. I wanted to upload 2 videos yesterday. 1 video about my progress on the song: "For my Father" by Andy Mckee. And another about me making a video blog. So I don't hafta type it in. Apparently, for some god-forsaken reason, I CAN'T upload the videos. Which obviously and disgustingly ISN'T cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its currently 8.10pm now. And I basically spent the whole day watching about the life &amp;amp; death of MJ. (R.I.P. MJ.) Kinda sad.. To watch him get to the top, and drop all the way to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, I'll just post on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was kinda a fun day for me. Basically its because I spent a night over @ Mervin's. But instead of us three amigo's, it was only me staying over @ his place. So it was kinda boring, without ZX around. Anyway, we spent the whole night watching Snooker and how amazingly cute the balls look when they were rolling around on the table. Only thing, the commentator made the match sound like a Chess competition. You can imagine how boring it was. So anyway, Merv, being bored, decided to turn his computer on, and shortly after, he started showing me peektures on guitar that was being sold online. Merv referred to the peektures as "Guitar porn." Why? It's because, the guitars looked SOOO good &amp;amp; amazingly sexy, with their curves.. and whatnot. So, we were practically killing ourselves because everytime we saw a amazingly guitar, we'd usually go "WHOA, OMFG. I SOOOO WANT THAT GUITAR.. BUT ITS 400 BUCKS. FORGET IT." And it goes on, and on, and on. You can imagine how torturing it was, to look at such a BEAUTIFUL guitar, and not being able to touch it. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, halfway through, Mervin started to have a stomach ache. Not because he ate something bad, he had it cause he didn't eat anything at all. So, Merv decided to make EGGS for us. I remembered him warning me about his eggs being lousy or something. But when he gave the plate of eggs.. It was REALLLLLY GOOD. I mean, for someone whom I've never seen him cook, his eggs were really good. But, Merv, didn't believe me. What does that mean? He doesn't trust me. What a wonderful friend eh..? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that APPETIZING supper, we decided to watch Snooker again. It was around 6am at that time. Merv was lying down on the couch while I played Far Cry 2. Weirdly, Far Cry 2 didn't seem as fun as I thought it would be. Maybe its cause I was too tired or something. But anyways, I played it till like.. 7.30am? Then, I went to check on Merv because he was amazingly quiet. Guess what? He was asleep! Yeah well, I was tired too. So I lied down on his other couch, and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Or afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around.. 3pm in the afternoon. First me, then Merv. I went to wash up and stuff, and he did the same. Then, Merv turned on the TV and watched Snooker again. Then, Merv started to complain about being hungry and stuff. In the end we ordered McDonald's. Merv ordered McWings while I ordered a McChicken meal. Food really tastes good when your hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, I turned Merv's XBox on, and started playing GTA till about.. 7? Then, I think Merv recieved a message from Nick saying whether do we wanna play pool or not. So, we suggested to play Snooker instead, y'know, to try it out and such. Nick agreed. So, Merv and me decided to head back to my place, because I smelt funky. And I needed a shower. So while Merv waited, he played MGS4, since he was DYING to see Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bathe.. Nick arrived.. Changed.. Waited for the bus.. Listened music on my PSP.. AND.. POOF, we arrived in SAFRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about.. 10pm when we arrived. So, we opened a Snooker table and started playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdkhc_OqiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3ONYMtM3R8o/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdkhc_OqiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3ONYMtM3R8o/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357208032979490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SkdkhCaGZRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6akKnw4jrAg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SkdkhCaGZRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6akKnw4jrAg/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357200897926418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SkdkhMjGMbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1uQbtDcGirY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SkdkhMjGMbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1uQbtDcGirY/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357203620016562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Courtesy of Mervin &amp;amp; his phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we played and played, ate Maggi Mee.. played again.. Nick left. Leaving us two. Played another 2 rounds.. Then, we decided to end the game.. It was already.. 2.40am? So, being THAT late, any Singaporean would know that the buses don't run that late. So we came to a conclusion that we had to walk home from SAFRA. Crazy, I know.. Luckily, Merv's dad was able to pick us up. He stopped @ the nearby petrol station to pimp his ride and then finally, sent me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks loads Merv.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, watched abit of Tears to Tiara, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this entry off, I wanna post the pictures that were taken on the day that we went jamming @ Mervin's place. We all wanna show off our sexy guitars.. Right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SkdmAbPrEzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RjvrPn-ZlEs/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SkdmAbPrEzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RjvrPn-ZlEs/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358839652651826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mervin's Stagg Bass Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl2OcdRkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U8xoJv3JmXY/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl2OcdRkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/U8xoJv3JmXY/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358664417920578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steiny's Craftman. "Lessie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1yeZ3PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mXsAs5vACHk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1yeZ3PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mXsAs5vACHk/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358656909892850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick's Craftman, Traditional Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1o6Dc8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mbVevUz2kXM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1o6Dc8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mbVevUz2kXM/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358654341510082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1oZMHdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eybaK0Ju08I/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1oZMHdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eybaK0Ju08I/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358654203665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1XDi9xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wtjBqyLuT_E/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdl1XDi9xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wtjBqyLuT_E/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358649549485842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right: My Lessie!, Nick's, Kelvin's &amp;amp; Mervins.&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy of Mervin &amp;amp; his phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Merv for the photos. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6162647623336740282?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6162647623336740282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/dammit-am-i-lazy-or-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6162647623336740282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6162647623336740282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/dammit-am-i-lazy-or-what.html' title='Dammit, am I lazy or what..?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/Skdkhc_OqiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3ONYMtM3R8o/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8507139811322526152</id><published>2009-06-25T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:35:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers.. In my house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strangers.. In my house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does anyone else realize that it's already 2.24am?* Yeah, I know, I've not been posting an entry for quite some time now. At least I'm posting one now, aren't I? Anyways, not a lot of things have happened during the past few days.. I won't blah about them now, cause I'm kinda tired.. (And the weather is nice and cold too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about my front title, its true that a stranger (not completely.) is currently staying in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she doesn't have a place to stay. So my mum, being as she is, decided to offer her our place. Seems like she accepted the request almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my mum's friend. Apparently, shes my uncle's friend too. So that must mean that I saw her before, which I highly doubt so. She looks completely new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK HEAVENS she didn't take my room. She's staying in my mum's room. BUTTT.. Even though my mum's room has a TV in it, she still comes out to the living room to watch TV. That means, I can't play my PS3 whenever she's around. Damnz-a-ding-dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna be staying till Saturday. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if I was someone's mum's friend.. I would be eternally grateful if I were to stay over at her place. Imagine roaming around Singapore without a place to stay. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY GRADES ARE OUT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is. FINALLY, I am able to look at my GPA for the very first time! Yes, for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt;. Damn lecturers don't allow us to do shit. ANYWAY, I was kinda pleased with my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPH - A.&lt;br /&gt;VP1 - B.&lt;br /&gt;COG - A friggin' D.&lt;br /&gt;Overall GPA - 3.188.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've got a higher GPA if it wasn't for COG. That god damned module. ANYWAY, the past is past. Can't do anything about it, except to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's guitar tomoro, hope I'm able to wake up on time. Well, always look on the brighter side of life, I can finally write a MEANINGFUL entry tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8507139811322526152?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8507139811322526152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/strangers-in-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8507139811322526152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8507139811322526152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/strangers-in-my-house.html' title='Strangers.. In my house.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-124117435905826228</id><published>2009-06-20T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:29:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When life gives you lemons.. You make Beef Stew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting about yesterday. I came back at around.. 3.45am? So I figured that I'll post it whenever I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day, we had alot of fun, met up with our long-lost partners-in-crime. Here's what happened. Warning though, I can predict that this will be a long post. So, have fun reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was to meet at 12pm SHARP at Pasir Ris MRT Station. So me, ALWAYS being late, decided to wake up early. Since I take like.. an hour to get ready.. I woke up, switched on the computer, and went to brush my teeth. I,then, Youtube'd till like.. 11plus? I managed to research more about the band: Skillet. Apparently, it seems that they're a christian band! Though their music sounds like Linkin Park at times. I heard some of their music on Youtube, and they were pretty good. So I went to 'GET' some of their songs online, and I was stuck to their songs ever since. Don't get me wrong though, I'm still in love with We the Kings. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kelvin &amp;amp; me made plans to meet before we went off to the MRT Station. I was kinda late by.. 10 mins? Surprisingly, Kelvin didn't nag at all. Maybe it's because he was stuck to his PSP like glue.. iunno. Anyway, we made our way to Whitesands on foot, in the scorching and torturing heat. It was only a 5min walk from where we were and we're already sweating like PIGS. DAMNZ-A-DING-DONG. ANYWAY, when we arrived in Whitesands, we got the word that Daph has already reached, so we went to meet her, and made our way to McDonalds to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the second floor, found a place, and sat. We did lotsa talking, about nonsense, and about Daphane's boyfriend and such.. After which, Edmund arrived, then Jet, then Wei En, then Jasmine. Since most of us were there, we then made our way to the MRT Station, meeting Merv along the way. Tapped in.. blahza-ding-dong.. then we saw Ching Huat @ the second floor.. blahza-ding-dong.. rode all the way to Outram, stopped, took the opposite train.. BLAHBALHLBALHLLLL-DING-DONG. AND FINALLY, we arrived in Vivo City. It was kinda my second-time there.. But everything seemed so familiar, like i've been there for like.. a million times. Anyway, we went straight to GV, and saw a LLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG line. Since the girls had such a lazy attitude and such.. they decided to queue up for us, while we, the boys, clearly the more clever ones, went to Challenger to look around, Kelvin needed to get a mouse. Although you can get mouse's at petshops, but whatever.. (Get it?) So me and Merv, both owning a console, went to look for.. you guessed it.. GAMES. Note to self though: Don't buy games from Challenger. They're FRIGGIN' EXPENSIVE. Its like.. 80 bucks for a crappy game. Just cause its new, doesn't mean they have the right to sell it at such a expensive price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, they were selling Gears of War 1 @ 35 bucks. So I persuaded Merv to get it, since its such a nice game and all.. Iunno, maybe he's gonna buy it? Yeah so.. After the looking around and such.. We recieved a call from Jasmine saying that they bought the tickets. So we made our way out, and started to calculate about who owes how much money and such. After which we headed to the arcade. NOTE TO SELF AGAIN: DO NOT PLAY POOL @ VIVO'S ARCADE. Its amazing how the cushions of the pool table were able to MOVE. The table looked like it came back from the war, the cues looked like they were shoved up somebody's ass, and the balls.. well, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda played like.. 2v2, so we occupy less time. I partnered Merv, while Ching Huat partnered with Jerome.. and Kelvin with Jet. (I think.) So we played, and played, it was kinda hard though, the pocket's guards thingies (Iunno whats it called.) were dropping off everytime we scored a ball in them. So it WASN'T a pleasant game. After pool, the cost was like.. 9+? Since it's divided among us 6, we each, only had to pay like.. 1.40? So, it wasn't so bad.. Anyway, after that horrible experience, we went ahead to our movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie called: Ghost of Girlfriend's Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SjyKgYjNuEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pDhOi5MvNoQ/s1600-h/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SjyKgYjNuEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pDhOi5MvNoQ/s320/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349302746359904322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, it was a GOOOD show. I seriously thought it was a major rip-off. But it was actually really really good. It made me WANNA cry, TWICE mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie, we went to the toilet, finished up my Mango Snapple. We made our way back to Pasir Ris, stopping by Candy Empire. Merv.. being him, bought like.. TONS of sweets. It looks like he was going for a camp or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Merv:&lt;/span&gt; You better lay low on the sweets brah, or else you'll NEVER get your braces off. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we took the MRT. While we were in the MRT, Ching Huat introed us this WEIRDLY but AMAZINGLY fun hand game. Its something like.. "Chi-Kou-Pah" But its something different. So me, Ching Huat, Edmund &amp;amp; Jerome were playing it from Outram ALLL the way to Pasir Ris, yes it was THAT fun. So we stopped @ Pasir Ris, tapped out, and went to the nearby Pasar Malam. Bought some nonsense, and made our way to E!HUB. To.. PLAY POOL, DUHHHHZA-DING-DONG. Upon arrival, we met ZX and we noticed that the pool centre was FRIGGIN' PACKED. So we waited, while the girls went to the arcade. After like.. 30 mins, we managed to get a table. And then, we played like.. 2v2 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Ching Huat: &lt;/span&gt;YOUR GOOD! We should sooo totally play again sometime, and thanks for teaching me a thing or two about Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after afew games, the girls came back from their gaming-frenzy. And they went all photo-frenzy with us, WHILE WE WERE PLAYING MIND YOU. So they were like.. shouting and screaming like: TAKE PICTURE, COME COME. Lol, I had lotsa fun though. So after afew peektures, the girls decided to ditch us, leaving the guys alone to carry on with our game of Pool. We played like.. 2 Hours? And the total cost was: $24. Splitted among us, is.. $4 per person. Cheap eh? So after our game, we proceeded to the toilet to wash our hands, and finally, we said our goodbyes to Jet &amp;amp; Ching Huat. Leaving me, Merv &amp;amp; ZX. (The Three Amigos.) Then, us three headed to 24hr CoffeeExpress to have our late night dinner! I ordered a bowl of Fried Fish Meat soup with Milk along with a bowl of rice @ $3.50. It wasn't so bad, maybe I'm too used to it, because I've been ordering it like.. almost everytime I eat there. Anyways, we ate, and we had a amusing conversation about.. a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we headed back towards my place cause thats where Merv usually goes to go home. And since there were no buses, ZX decided to tag along with us. In the end, we talked &amp;amp; talked till about.. 3.15am? We talked about alot of stuff, like.. "If you had an option to kill yourself, what would it be?" Or something about Bobo or something.. LOL, it was fun. In the end, Merv's dad came to fetch him &amp;amp; ZX back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was the MOST detailed post i've ever posted. And yeah, everything I wrote here is what EXACTLY happened on Friday, I didn't leave ANYTHING out. (I think.) Hope you enjoyed this massive long post. Lmaoza-ding-dong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off'&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-124117435905826228?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/124117435905826228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/124117435905826228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/124117435905826228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-fun.html' title='I had fun.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/SjyKgYjNuEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pDhOi5MvNoQ/s72-c/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3368729201316692327</id><published>2009-06-18T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:27:06.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I even bother..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I even bother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was guitar classes today. It started at 2pm, and I woke up at.. 10am. Haha, yup, I wasn't late today. (Thats a first.) So I did the usual, got up, brushed my teeth, ate lunch &amp;amp; finally decided to head down to the PTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, I saw everyone EATING. It was like they were having some food ritual or something. Luckily, I ate @ home. Though, everyone was asking me whether have I ate or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar was a breeze today. I thought my ever-attentive class the next few lines of "If We Hold On Together". They were pretty much attentive all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to my wonderful students: &lt;/span&gt;Next week, will be my last week teaching you guys! SAD ME. Though, I'm sure you guys will continue practicing your skills even though I'm not there right? I'll be checking back with CC to see how far you've progressed! Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to second that above comment, next week will be my last week of guitar teaching @ PTC. Why? Its because of my new school timetable. It seems like from Monday to Thursday i'll be ending at 6pm. And, guitar lessons falls on Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursdays. Sad me. Anyway, its not like I won't be able to see them again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guitar lessons ended, and I decided to hang out in the hall with Jasmine &amp;amp; Kelvin for the time being. We did lots of fun stuff, and Jasmine was recording all the nonsense me and Kelvin were doing on her laptop. I'll post some videos IF I get them from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, someone's birthday is coming up. And I've decided to do something for her. Which I did. I bought her a really nice 'thing.' And I wrote a MINI song for her. I won't blah it here, because I don't wanna spoil it. So yeah, I did ALOT of planning and such. However, things didn't go out so well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to 'jump-start' my plan earlier today. I tried to ask her for her.. blah blah blah. Apparently it failed epic'ly. I'm not trying to say that she's unappreciative or anything. Maybe I planned wrongly, or.. I did something wrong or whatever. Currently, my plan failed, and it seems that I won't be giving her the present. I'm pretty torn up. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cheer myself at the PTC. Which obviously, did a great job. I'm sorry if I shun'ed anyone aside today at PTC. And yeah, all I did at the PTC today was play the guitar. It seems like thats the only thing that kept me from losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. It's not a big deal. But to me, it is. And yes I know, your birthday is like.. ages from now. I don't know, I just feel.. like crap. Trust me, it isn't your fault. I just posting what I feel inside. Don't get me wrong, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Putting that aside, tomoro's FRIDAY! I can't wait to re-meet my long lost friends. Maybe I can ask them for advice or something. That's probably the only thing I'm looking forward to right now. Bah, WTF is wrong with me? I sound like a f*cking crybaby. Damn it! WAKE UP STEIN YAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird me'&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3368729201316692327?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3368729201316692327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-i-even-bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3368729201316692327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3368729201316692327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-i-even-bother.html' title='Why do I even bother..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-2102384289739399403</id><published>2009-06-17T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:21:22.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get what I deserve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get what I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You guys must be wondering why I've not been writing any entries or whatnot right? Well, it's not that I don't wanna blog.. Its just that I have nothing to blog. Yeah, I've not been going out for some time now.. Well, not until tomoro. I have guitar lessons. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Mervin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on getting a XBox360! You're officially my rival!(; Yeah well, Xbox DOES have its fun parts. Like like.. HALO3. Damn! We should do it again sometime. I had alot of fun. Invite us over next time yeah? Oh &amp;amp; btw, help me thank your dad for the BBQ chicken wings. They were sumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Kelvin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GO PLAY PATAPON 1! Don't even think about starting on Patapon2 if you haven't even tried 1. And grats on upgrading your firm. to 5.00. Don't know why, but I prefer to stay @ 4.01. I feel comfortable la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To ZX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ey, you missed the fun @ Mervin's! You should've came that day. We could've played 4v4. And I could've whopped your ass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Cheryl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheryl! I got a new phrase to use! It goes like this: "Einstein wouldn't invent E=mc2 if I said no." LOL, hope you liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To everyone who visits my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyone noticed a GIGANTOR jump on my visits counter? I remembered the last time I checked, it was like.. 7xx+ and now, its already 1k+ Wow. Btw, whoever who's spamming the refresh button, stop it! I want visits to be genuine! Also, thanks for visiting my blog people! :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, nothing much happened. Well, at least I managed to get a new game for my PS3. Its called: 'Battlefield, Bad Company.' Go check it out on Youtube! They have those lil' teasers that can be REALLY hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember the song: For my Father? I told you guys that i'll be learning it right? Well, I've progressed quite alot. I'll post a vid to show my progress. So stay tuned for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end my post off with the ever-great: Andy Mckee. Playing my FAVOURITE song, Rylynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys might've heard it playing on my flash-player. But this is for real now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to you, from me.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-2102384289739399403?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2102384289739399403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-get-what-i-deserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2102384289739399403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2102384289739399403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-get-what-i-deserve.html' title='I get what I deserve.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3456953802913066312</id><published>2009-06-14T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:00:11.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE HAIRCUTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate haircuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I went for my haircut today. Now I look like a d!ckhead. The guy totally trimmed my fringe right off. I would'nt blame him though, cause I kept asking him to cut shorter and shorter.. till it was totally gone. Oh well. At least I can play pool now, I don't have to push my fringe aside just to do a normal shot. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much at home, watched abit of TV here and there. And no, I didn't touch my PS3 today. Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Sun:&lt;/span&gt; Really sorry I could'nt attend your cousin's wedding. Send my regards to them yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I saw this guy on Youtube.com named as Andy Mckee. He's a professional 'fingerstyle' guitarist. What I mean is, he doesn't believe in picks nor electrics. He used a specially modified baritone guitar to produce sounds that can't be really produced from a normal acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's him playing one of my favourite songs: the Art of Motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmE3QaGetn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/nmE3QaGetn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm so inspired by him, I've decided to learn a song from him. It IS a hard, and WILL be my goal for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is called: For my Father. Here's how its supposed to sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4Igb5Yors4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/T4Igb5Yors4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already done with the intro. All's left is the main riff and chorus! BAH, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3456953802913066312?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3456953802913066312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-haircuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3456953802913066312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3456953802913066312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-haircuts.html' title='I HATE HAIRCUTS.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5206555449979518018</id><published>2009-06-13T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:40:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First a sorethroat, now its a flu. Whats next? H1N1?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First a sorethroat, now its a flu. DAMMIT people, Strepsils don't help for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today, officially, i'm sick. I'm down with a MAJOR flu. And everytime I drink water / a drink, I get something stuck in my throat. Then i'll have to do a really loud *AHHHEEEEMMM* to clear it. lmao. Its kinda fun, cause I sound like Darth Vader sometimes. But I mean, I won't be able to sing for another few more days! DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, despite the fact that I was sick. I still managed to reach PTC on time for the 'Alumni meeting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; to a bright and sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the clouds; looking EVER-fluffy &amp;amp; my nose, EVER-blocked. How great is that? The only time I get sick, is when the weather is nice. DAMMIT. Anyways, I got up, went to wash up.. and blah blah blah. I managed to clear my blocked nose with a lil' help from the "Miracle Oil." or "Fong Yew" as I like to call it. Afew moments later, I started sneezing like a dog who just took a wiff at pepper. (Correct my sentence if it's wrong.) Anyways, I tried taking some Panadol, but it didn't work. So me, being frustrated, ignored about my flu problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went over to my PS3 for some help. I turned it on, and played MGS4 till about.. 6.15pm? Then I went to bathe. I managed to reach the PTC @ 7.15pm. Not too bad. When I went into the PTC, I saw almost everyone holding a piece of pizza. THAT, made me hungry. I managed to grab about.. 3 slices? before the meeting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was okay, I shall not blah about it here. Its some confidential stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we slacked @ the PTC for the time being. I went straight into the room opposite of the office, to grab my favourite guitar; Big Ben. That thing never grows old. Kelvin, YX, Mervin &amp;amp; ZX was already in the room doing some nonsense in which I didn't care. I just continued playing Big Ben. Then, when YX &amp;amp; Kelvin left the room.. ZX suggested to do a shortfilm about Pokemon on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda funny. My character's name was: Ash Doodsomething. While Mervin named his character: Gary Tortellini. We didn't want ZX to feel left out, so we created a character / thing for him. His character was a Bellsprout named: DUSTSSZZ. LMAO. I know I know, we're already 17 years old.. and we're still talking about Pokemon. But I mean, Pokemon is the new 'in' right now, issit not? Anyway, Mervin managed to take afew photos of our CRAPPY drawings. I'll try uploading the peektures as soon as I get it from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended when I drew a Charmander while Merv drew a Magneton that looked like it's just been through a war. WILL UPLOAD PEEKTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me, Mervin &amp;amp; Kelvin, boarded the Bus 17. And boy, was it EMPTY. I think we 3 were the only ones in the bus. Excluding the bus driver of course. We decided to stop at Downtown East, seeing as I was REALLY thirsty. I bought a bottle of Lychee Tea @ $1.95. We then walked towards my block to meet ZX. When we did, I realised that ZX was riding on Merv's electric motorbike. So I decided to take it for a spin, with Mervin sitting at the back. BOY WAS IT FUN. That thing can really RIDE. Thanks for letting me sit on it Merv. :D Appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sitting on my computer chair, sneezing into a tissue every 5 mins. (Okay, exaggerating much?) This is NOT my day. I'm going to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight will be the night that I'll fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5206555449979518018?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5206555449979518018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-sorethroat-now-its-flu-whats-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5206555449979518018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5206555449979518018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-sorethroat-now-its-flu-whats-next.html' title='First a sorethroat, now its a flu. Whats next? H1N1?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3469695072798213666</id><published>2009-06-12T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:55:03.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like a dream I can't wake up from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar starts at 2 today. And I managed to reach PTC at 2.34pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to CC&lt;/span&gt;; REALLY SORRY I was late. I hope I didn't cause much trouble today. Sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, CC didn't really nag / scold me or anything, but I can tell that he was pissed. When I arrived, Kelvin &amp;amp; CC was already having a lesson with the sec2's. So I went in quietly, and sat at the back of the class. Worried that CC might just burst any moment. Surprisingly he didn't. Anyways, guitar class was a breeze today. The students today were EVER-attentive, and was a real joy to teach. Esp. Duriel. (I hoped I spelt your name correctly.) Dood, you should learn to smile more. You scare me sometimes. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was in a teaching frenzy today. Kelvin, CC &amp;amp; me were teaching for.. iunno.. from 2 to.. 5? (Please correct me if iam wrong.) Surprisingly I wasn't tired at all. I was just happy to see that the sec2's were enjoying themselves. Oh, and there was a SPECIAL appearance today; NICK! Boy, i've not seen him for AGES. Well, its good to see that he's doing well now. (&amp;amp; his hair..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after classes, I learnt from Nick saying that Merv &amp;amp; ZX wants to play pool @ E!Hub. Seeing as I had not enough money with me, I decided to back out. But after Nick's pestering and begging, I decided to go and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;them play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we said our goodbyes to CC &amp;amp; Jason, Felicia, Jenny, Nick, Kelvin &amp;amp; myself,  waited at the busstop for bus 17. Which took FOREVER. So me, being bored, whipped out my PSP and started listening to songs. Then, I was completely oblivious to what had happened around me. I was like in my own world. I can still remember Felicia &amp;amp; Cassandra calling me emo. WHICH ISN'T TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived @ E!Hub, we went straight to the coffeeshop for dinner. I ordered a Curry Chicken Cutlet Rice @ $5. I didn't really enjoy it, and the curry looked like snot. Oh well, its Jap~ (No offence.) Shortly after, Mervin arrived with his EVER-faithful cuestick. After the meal, we went to Cheers to get a couple of drinks and waited for ZX @ the same time. When he arrived, we continued our journey towards the pool centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I said that I didn't have money, Merv &amp;amp; the rest allowed me to play afew rounds. Which is really thoughtful of them. The total sum of the game was; $27.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Merv, Nick, ZX &amp;amp; Kelvin;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for letting me play, even though I was broke. I had fun. :D Also, thanks ZX for training my Pokemon. LOL! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; losing my analog stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, this point onwards is about me being weird. IGNORE AGAIN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time I sent her the song; Tonight by FM Static.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was afraid that she didn't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Surprisingly, she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Today, when I was listening to my PSP's songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The song; Tonight, played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Usually for me, I would just take it as a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But today was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;When it played, it got me thinking of her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when she got her webcam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when she played me the song; River Flows in You by Yiruma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when she said that she was applying lotion (or some cream).. lmao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when her pet dog, John, bit her on her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when she celebrated her bestfriend's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when she was having troubles telling her mum that she was sick with modelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time I confessed to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered that it was during her O' levels. (Sorry if I made you lose focus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered the time when you wrote those poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It made me laugh, yet, it managed to make me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I know, this is the second time posting this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry if I sound like a friggin' stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm not being obsessive too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But I mean, I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dammit, I sound pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remembered a friend telling me to tell her how I really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But I bet she knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;She's clever enough to know that I'm referring to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Boy, was I stupid. To let such a person go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Regret, f*ck, I hate that word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But theres nothing I can do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I just hope shes happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I just hope that shes doing her best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I just hope she didn't forgot all those things that we did together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;One thing's for sure, I'm trying to get her out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And trust me, it isn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And, every little thing I do, reminds me of her. Doesn't help one single bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;F*ck this, I want her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But at the same time, I'm telling myself not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm bloody confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know about the text colour. But I'm trying my best not to let my viewers see it. This problem is about me, myself &amp;amp; I. Bah, I'am not posting this nonsense to get attention or anything. I just wanna get this off ma' chest. It's been bugging me ever since the time I stopped talking to her. Though, it DID help when I posted it down on my entry. But, I still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;miss her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3469695072798213666?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3469695072798213666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3469695072798213666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3469695072798213666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsession.html' title='Obsession?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-71503589091334903</id><published>2009-06-11T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:31:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORETHROAT SEASONS ARE HERE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unnecessary wastage of brain cells.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, issit like a sorethroat season or something? It seems that almost everyone has a sorethroat. I DO hope its not the cause of H1N1. *CHOI CHOI.* Anyways, drink lots of water people! AND STAY OFF CHOCOLATES. Strepsils might help, but it doesn't for me.. Soo, I just drown myself with heaps of warm water. Now, THAT seems to work. The sorethroat seems to be getting better. And by tomoro, it should be completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Cheryl;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for offering the Strepsils thingie. I WANNA THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; FLAVOUR. If there is. o.o Thanks for your concern too, but don't worry. I'll be fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up kinda early today, seeing as I slept at 3 yesternight? Anyways, the first thing that came to my mind was.. PS3! So I immediately went for the controller, and set up'ed the PS3. Sooner or later, I was racing down tracks in Need for Speed; Prostreet. Until finally, my mum awoke to tell me to off it. So me, being a goody goody boy, obeyed. Instead, I went into my room, turned on the computer and played Dragonica till it was about.. 12 plus? So I went to bathe, got dressed, ate lunch. Then I was on my way to PTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, PTC looked like a ghost town. Everyone was in the rooms, and they were doing their own stuff. Not a pretty sight. Anyways, I went straight into the hall. (Since everyone was in it.) And I found out that I was interrupting Kelvin's guitar class. And they were playing 'Anything' by the Calling. Not a bad of a song. So I decided to watch them. After about.. 30mins? Kelvin started teaching them about tuning a guitar without a tuner. It took REALLY long.. So i'll just skip the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sec 3's are done. Then came the sec 2's. They were still stuck at the EVER-boring song; Micheal Rows the Boat. Its a simple song that all beginners in PTC are required to learn. So anyways, Kelvin carried on teaching, while I, being such a good friend, helped him. Along with Ben &amp;amp; Gabriel. After Kelvin's guitar class.. Some of the sec 2 students decided to stay back for some remedial lessons hosted by me. I thought them some advanced chords which SHOULD shut them up for the time being. LOL. Don't get me wrong, they were really enjoyable to teach. And they learnt pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to the sec2's who stayed back; &lt;/span&gt;PRACTICE, and remember. E, Asus2, B, C#! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guitar lessons, me and Kelvin decided to go down to E!Hub to meet Mervin for a game of pool. When we arrived, we noticed that Mervin wasn't here yet. So we decided to carry on without him. Soon after, he arrived carrying a 'bag' that held his EVER-gorgeous WHITE cue. DAMN was it amazingly smooth. LMAO. Kelvin left at around.. 8 plus? Leaving me and Mervin. So we played a couple of rounds. 8,9 &amp;amp; 10 ball. Whatever ball. In the end, the total sum is.. 17.50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing, me &amp;amp; Merv decided to go and EAT. At first, our initial plans were to go to the nearest coffeeshop. But unfortunately, almost all the shops there we closed. So we settled on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;. I ordered some Swiss Mushroom meal while Merv ordered some burger with bacon in it. It seems appetising enough, though, Merv was having trouble with the bacon. He said it was too hard. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other than the burger, drink, fries, tomato sauce &amp;amp; whatever. I noticed he ordered a appetizer. Which looked like.. wrinkled fingers? There was 4 of them, and Merv seperated 2 for him and 2 for me to share. It was pretty good. So me, being unknown to what it was called decided to ask him. Heres how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: Eh, this is good, what's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Merv: Uh.. Chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: *Laughed* Uhhhh... What's it called la. *Still laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Merv: Uhhh.. I don't know what the chicken is called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steiny: *Stared blankly for a moment..* LOOOOLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we started laughing like mad people. Although it was lame.. It was BLOODY funny. It was partly my fault though, I didn't phrase it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, after dinner, we walked the usual way back, talked about MGS4 and some other nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutout to Merv;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry if I was being too draggy. I just can't get enough of that game. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-71503589091334903?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/71503589091334903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorethroat-seasons-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/71503589091334903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/71503589091334903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorethroat-seasons-are-here.html' title='SORETHROAT SEASONS ARE HERE.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1838936823730841959</id><published>2009-06-09T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:53:13.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorethroats suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're hungry, eat. When you're tired, sleep. When you have a sorethroat, eat chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's amazing how a sorethroat can just come like that. In the morning, I was feeling like a million dollars. Only after I bathed and brushed my teeth, then I felt a 'itchiness' in my throat. Worried, I started gulping down cold water. Only to make it WORSE.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I can't sing right now. Which makes me kinda.. sad? I can't entertain myself in the bathroom anymore! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't do anything much today. Though, I was supposed to go to Mervin's crib today. Unfortunately, the stupid sorethroat made me think otherwise. So I decided to stay at home. Played my PS3 abit, played Dragonica too. (LEVEL 7 FTW.) Watched abit of HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I managed to complete the game: MGS4. I gotta say: That game, is AMAZING. It actually made me tear. Currently, I'm playing it AGAIN at a harder difficulty. What can I say? I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a couple of peektures of my PS3. Like I promised in my previous post. Enjoy, and warning, don't drool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAs-R3mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yhZwCu7a880/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAs-R3mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yhZwCu7a880/s320/DSC01180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345308775854235234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's surprisingly big. And uber outstanding. Mainly cuz' its white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAWcdAtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EhJxsPYWEbU/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAWcdAtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EhJxsPYWEbU/s320/DSC01179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345308769806779090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAQt48dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TB8HHirFElM/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAQt48dI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TB8HHirFElM/s320/DSC01178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345308768269300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aA_w-yoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vBxbh9RbyVo/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aA_w-yoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vBxbh9RbyVo/s320/DSC01181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345308780898732674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Metal Gear Solid 4: Sons of the Patriots. EPIC GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAiyfCQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3Ub3zuvxOhc/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAiyfCQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3Ub3zuvxOhc/s320/DSC01175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345308773120411906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, I took this @ the shop when they were checking the PS3 for me. He took it out of the box and plced it on the main counter. Switched on the TV and tested it out when EVERYONE was waiting. You can imagine how embarressed I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, SONY ROCKS. Many thanks again to Merv &amp;amp; ZX for following me ALL the way to Far East to get it. Also, THANK YOU for sharing money to get MGS4. Without you guys, I would'nt be even playing the game. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shoutout to Merv; REALLY sorry I could'nt come to your place today. I'll come tomoro yeah? Take care, and SUCK ON STREPSILS. It helps, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1838936823730841959?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1838936823730841959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorethroats-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1838936823730841959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1838936823730841959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorethroats-suck.html' title='Sorethroats suck.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5aAs-R3mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yhZwCu7a880/s72-c/DSC01180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-590845005650522752</id><published>2009-06-07T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:01:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Playstation 3. A marvel of invention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sony Playstation 3, truly, a marvel of invention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I've not blogged for 3 days! VERY VERY VERY VERY.. (Well you get the point.) SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first off. I would like to thank Merv &amp;amp; ZX for accompanying me down to Far East SHOPPING CENTRE to get the PS3. I know you guys were starving your ass off. So I give you my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I finally &amp;amp; officially got my PS3. I shall not brag about it. But, i'll try to post peektures and such. Don't get me wrong, its AMAZING. AND MSG4 ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About today~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It wasn't a date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl organized an outing for us crew &amp;amp; cast for 'Red String' today. Turns out, only me, Fuad, Janice, Cheryl and Evan (Cheryl's friend.) came down. So we decided to just carry on with the outing. First stop we went to was KFC. Since Fuad said he was "WHOA, DAMN HUNGRY LA." hungry. We found a place, sat down and the gang went to order, except me. Oh, don't worry, I'm not on a diet or anything, I already ate at home. Anyways, we had a long talk. I got to know Evan more. Played around.. Talked more. And finally, I recieved a call from Agi saying that he was coming down to meet us. I conveniently told him that we were at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, Cheryl or whoever, said that they wanted to go to the Esplanade. Seeing as I've not been to the Esplanade. I agreed. And we're on our way. When we reached the Esplanade, to me, it didn't look like the Esplanade at all, but I finally realised that we were on the roof or something. So we found a corner to sit, and we played Uno till Agi came. And we played, and played, and played.. Till the sky looked like as though it was about to rain. So we stopped, and decided to head to the library to continue our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of continue'ing the game, we were browsing the books of the library. I found some of the books there interesting because it was mainly about arts &amp;amp; music. I went straight to the music section, and I found some guitar tabs from alot of bands like: Simple Plan, Maroon 5, Lifehouse, Chris Daughtry, Good Charlotte &amp;amp; many more. You can say that I was stuck to the books like glue. After that, we decided to leave the library and head to the Pool Centre @ Marina.. something? When we arrived, I realised that 1 hour = $12. WHAT THE F*CK, are they friggin' kidding? Anyways, we left, and went to the nearby bowling alley, where we decided to play a round of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, NEVER bowl @ Marina Square. The lanes there suck! I can't even screw the ball at all. I mean, of course, I partially blame my skills. But I mean, CAN'T THEY AT LEAST WAX THE LANES? Well, we had fun. And in the end, Evan was the winner. BOO HOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we decided to head down to Suntec City for dinner. On the way there, Janice said that she wanted to go off. So we said our goodbyes and we were on our way again. The journey to Suntec City was LOOOOOOONG. But at least it was all covered, and I enjoyed the air-con there. And finally, we arrived @ the Kopitiam of Suntec City. The name of the Kopitiam wasn't Kopitiam, I actually forgot the name. ANYWAY, we arrived, found a place, and sat. I pondered about what to eat. And finally I settled on a Claypot Chicken Rice @ $4.30. It was kinda good. Although, I have to comment on the plate of Chicken Rice Cheryl ordered. The triangular-shaped mountain of rice was ADORABLE. Hope you enjoyed your meal as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we took another LOOOOOONG walk to City Hall MRT station. I stopped halfway to buy myself an F&amp;amp;N Orange @ $1.70. Honestly, this was my first time actually buying a gassy drink, since I don't really like them. Anyways, drinks taste better when you're thirsty. We said our goodbyes and me, Cheryl &amp;amp; Evan waited for the MRT. We talked alot on the MRT, and Evan was laughing like a mad girl. Anyways, I stopped at my stop, and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some peektures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1kN_6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aMImDCZZMJw/s1600-h/DSC06525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1kN_6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aMImDCZZMJw/s320/DSC06525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311883060570274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1aECYsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/A2b_CKEFFnQ/s1600-h/DSC06527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1aECYsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/A2b_CKEFFnQ/s320/DSC06527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311880334435010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1BR0MhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VpEoPE2cysY/s1600-h/DSC06524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1BR0MhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VpEoPE2cysY/s320/DSC06524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311873681338898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c0w8Qs8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VGAGB5VyTBE/s1600-h/DSC06523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c0w8Qs8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VGAGB5VyTBE/s320/DSC06523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311869295965122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c0vAInBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Io6v720c1WU/s1600-h/DSC06522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c0vAInBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Io6v720c1WU/s320/DSC06522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311868775341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5ckh_CUiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/i-LUwsvHq4o/s1600-h/DSC06520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5ckh_CUiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/i-LUwsvHq4o/s320/DSC06520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311590403166754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5ckRoHvvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a0vsjMeDzEg/s1600-h/DSC06519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5ckRoHvvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a0vsjMeDzEg/s320/DSC06519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311586012086002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5ckB6iQyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/afEuG3lhmSo/s1600-h/DSC06517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5ckB6iQyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/afEuG3lhmSo/s320/DSC06517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311581794353954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5cj_03cyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ttx3VpqBbxg/s1600-h/DSC06498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5cj_03cyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ttx3VpqBbxg/s320/DSC06498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311581233705762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5cj_ZYjNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ppHpVtgEJo4/s1600-h/DSC06497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5cj_ZYjNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ppHpVtgEJo4/s320/DSC06497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345311581118434514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt; The pictures shown were taken/grabbed from EVAN's/CHERYL's phone. I was just plain lazy to upload from my phone. Don't get the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks:&lt;br /&gt;- Cheryl, for organizing the event.&lt;br /&gt;- Evan: For coming.&lt;br /&gt;- Janice: For coming.&lt;br /&gt;- Fuad: For lending me your camera and suggesting where to go and such.&lt;br /&gt;- Agi: For coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-590845005650522752?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/590845005650522752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sony-playstation-3-marvel-of-invention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/590845005650522752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/590845005650522752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sony-playstation-3-marvel-of-invention.html' title='Sony Playstation 3. A marvel of invention.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/Si5c1kN_6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aMImDCZZMJw/s72-c/DSC06525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-910646379025859854</id><published>2009-06-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:43:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, exams, EXAMS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The outcome of the student reflects on the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one down. One more to go. Today's paper was kinda hard. Basically cause I spent my whole time the night before studying the WRONG module. WTF right? Well, anyway, I hope at least I got a 20/30. No point worrying about it now, since its already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BACK MY RESULTS FOR THE COFFEETABLE BOOK. Even though, it looked like crap, the cutting was horrid, and the pasting was just.. well.. NOT like its been pasted. I was given an 'A'! Happy me. Mr Dominic actually went from the bottom up, meaning from Fs to As. So I was like.. panicking. Anyway, I was definitely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some of my work. And yeah, all pictures, both original and edited, was done by me. And the help of my friends of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkp9sH4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Po2tr7mVH10/s1600-h/Page+5+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkp9sH4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Po2tr7mVH10/s320/Page+5+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080683452243842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkZ9xyqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dIqqBdSII0c/s1600-h/Page+4%282%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkZ9xyqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dIqqBdSII0c/s320/Page+4%282%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080679157648034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkBJ8J-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SLleK0CFfYo/s1600-h/Page+3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkBJ8J-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SLleK0CFfYo/s320/Page+3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080672497772514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvj-7D39I/AAAAAAAAAFU/v74pWvw9Aak/s1600-h/Page+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvj-7D39I/AAAAAAAAAFU/v74pWvw9Aak/s320/Page+2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080671898492882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvjsleSnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I_zYoyQbVsY/s1600-h/Page+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvjsleSnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I_zYoyQbVsY/s320/Page+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080666976111218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to VP1. After the exam, Mr Nick &amp;amp; Boi asked us to stay back after our exams for screening. Screening basically means to review the films. So we spent like.. 5 hours doing so? It was fun though, to see your other classmate's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Cept' it was amazingly cold in the morning. Kinda surprised me at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get her out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-910646379025859854?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/910646379025859854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-exams-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/910646379025859854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/910646379025859854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-exams-exams.html' title='Exams, exams, EXAMS.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiZvkp9sH4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Po2tr7mVH10/s72-c/Page+5+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7965865414929639016</id><published>2009-06-01T11:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:04:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary PTC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you love something, set it free. If it comes back, its yours. If it doesn't, it never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY is the 10th anniversary of PTC! We ate food, partied, talked alot of nonsense &amp;amp; met alot of new friends. However, today is also the day when Sister Maria leaves. It's a sad thing, and we'll all miss her. But, if thats what she wants to do, then we can't stop her. We all want her to be happy. Right? Yeah well, anyways, we had alot of performances and movies to watch. Here are some of the peektures. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZwBCTTI/AAAAAAAAADk/zIRWegv-G4A/s1600-h/P4200313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZwBCTTI/AAAAAAAAADk/zIRWegv-G4A/s320/P4200313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197588261227826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZUHEj7I/AAAAAAAAADc/baeLIxb46mw/s1600-h/P4200325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZUHEj7I/AAAAAAAAADc/baeLIxb46mw/s320/P4200325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197580770348978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNRZz0gBcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lVPzVaSus3g/s1600-h/P4200308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNRZz0gBcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lVPzVaSus3g/s320/P4200308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342203086840530370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNRZp20rXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yKycC0pk7oU/s1600-h/P4200307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNRZp20rXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yKycC0pk7oU/s320/P4200307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342203084165918066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us, trying to pretend that we're "Ah Bengs." (I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; smoke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZGUmAdI/AAAAAAAAADU/-oT3uAhi2BE/s1600-h/P4200296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZGUmAdI/AAAAAAAAADU/-oT3uAhi2BE/s320/P4200296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197577068970450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMYrL3wzI/AAAAAAAAADM/kDHARoEYd1Q/s1600-h/P4200297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMYrL3wzI/AAAAAAAAADM/kDHARoEYd1Q/s320/P4200297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197569784628018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMYYZ20HI/AAAAAAAAADE/ompLkYfJlEU/s1600-h/P4200315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMYYZ20HI/AAAAAAAAADE/ompLkYfJlEU/s320/P4200315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197564743012466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOP6Hve3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qDg2PFjyAQU/s1600-h/P4200302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOP6Hve3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qDg2PFjyAQU/s320/P4200302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342199618198272882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOPhzMszI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0EIDl_JK97w/s1600-h/P4200324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOPhzMszI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0EIDl_JK97w/s320/P4200324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342199611669656370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOPHpHzZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4KyBfObtcIU/s1600-h/P4200326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOPHpHzZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4KyBfObtcIU/s320/P4200326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342199604648070546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOOw_sCMI/AAAAAAAAADs/cY6RNQ9aO7U/s1600-h/P4200304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNOOw_sCMI/AAAAAAAAADs/cY6RNQ9aO7U/s320/P4200304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342199598568704194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, as you can see, we had alot of fun. Also, I took solo peektures with some of my bestest friends. Here they are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQT60hHsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EF4XAMBFpMI/s1600-h/P4200291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQT60hHsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EF4XAMBFpMI/s320/P4200291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201886128807618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelvin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQTXs5nmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DlmcdR6_fAE/s1600-h/P4200293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQTXs5nmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DlmcdR6_fAE/s320/P4200293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201876701617762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQTNJuV2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1C59azKhi2M/s1600-h/P4200292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQTNJuV2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1C59azKhi2M/s320/P4200292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201873869723490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mervin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQSxkhHdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ksGM3jd7Zh8/s1600-h/P4200290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQSxkhHdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ksGM3jd7Zh8/s320/P4200290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201866465910226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhong Xin, looking @ his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNRaGs71uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WB9-AxB_Tvk/s1600-h/P4200306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNRaGs71uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WB9-AxB_Tvk/s320/P4200306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342203091909072610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Francis, our goodie junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQUJLEi3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Ng4qV5JaWI/s1600-h/P4200294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNQUJLEi3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-Ng4qV5JaWI/s320/P4200294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201889981500274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us, NOT looking at our best. We were like.. sweating like mad when we took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the party, Me, Jasmine, Mervin &amp;amp; Kelvin went over to E!Hub to play afew rounds of Pool. We had alot of fun there, and in total it costed about.. $24 dollars? Bah, doesn't matter, we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do NOT grab the photos from my blog. I'm not trying to be selfish or anything, but, if you do grab it. The quality of the pictures won't be nice. So, if you want the good quality photos, ask me from MSN or grab from my Facebook. Also, this happened YESTERDAY. I was too tired to blog. So I did it today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7965865414929639016?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7965865414929639016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-anniversary-ptc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7965865414929639016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7965865414929639016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-anniversary-ptc.html' title='Happy Anniversary PTC.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/SiNMZwBCTTI/AAAAAAAAADk/zIRWegv-G4A/s72-c/P4200313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-318435431186938211</id><published>2009-05-29T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:54:12.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a day when I can close my eyes in peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what they say; when you work, work Hard. When you rest, rest HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HECK YEAH! Finally, all my worries are gone. I've &lt;b&gt;officially&lt;/b&gt; finished with all my final-project assignments. I grew alot of white strands of hair ever since. Well.. At least it's over. And now, I just realized that my exam is just &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; week. GREAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda slack. When I arrived in class, Mr Dom had a HUGE box for us to put our assignments in. The coffee-table book and the CD. For me, my only worry at that time is that I didn't burn the files into the CD. Luckily, Mac computers has a burner already installed. So I asked Jasmine to borrow me her laptop and I burnt the files into the CD. (Not literally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after I dropped the assignment into the box, Mr Graham came in and asked us to do some survey thingie. So I did. After I did it, I went over to Jonathan's group to.. y'know.. slack. I brought my PSP along with me, thinking that I could play Pokemon for awhile. But when I was about to turn my PSP on, Jonathan said that he wanted to play it. So me, being nice, lent it to him. He was stuck to it like glue ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Graham's thingie was over, we decided to head over to Cafe 1, since we were all &lt;b&gt;starving.&lt;/b&gt; Walked to the lift lobby, squeezed into the lift and walked into Cafe 1, of course, Jonathan still had his face buried into the PSP. I ordered the usual Ee-Mee. And it tasted GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when lunch was over, me and Jasmine decided to head over to the PTC. Only to know that it's closed, since the young ones were out for kayaking. So we decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened ever since. But, I'm still wondering what to eat now. Hungry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; miss her.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-318435431186938211?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/318435431186938211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-day-when-i-can-close-my-eyes-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/318435431186938211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/318435431186938211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-day-when-i-can-close-my-eyes-in.html' title='Finally, a day when I can close my eyes in peace.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-6108633575050322756</id><published>2009-05-28T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:38:08.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stein + Not sleeping for a day cause of assignments = BAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stein + Not sleeping for a day cause of assignments = VERY BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, the front title says everything. I spent the whole night doing my COG assignment. I managed to survive cause of afew cans of Red Bull. That thing &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; gives you wings. Anyway, I'm going to bed soon, cause I'm VERY tired. Both mentally and physically. Lemme elaborate further about today. And please, mind my english today. Too tired to do any corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, school started at 8.30am. I went to school at around 11.30am? Cause I mean, I hafta sleep SOMEHOW. So, I got up, realized that it was already 11am, rushed to bathe, and rushed to school. When I arrived, I saw many students leaving. And I thought to myself; "Walao, when they're school ends, my school starts." Took the lift up to the 4th floor, met Fish &amp;amp; Fuad and we continued on to COG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for COG, I wanted to hand in my assignment quickly. I wanted to get it done and over with ASAP. So I hastily uploaded, and decided to play my PSP to relax. When COG was over, we decided to continue on with our DPH assignment. So, the gang and I, went to do some paste'ing of the pictures. Since Jasmine, Jonathan, Elizabeth &amp;amp; Cindy needed to attend their 'Visual Effects' lesson, me, Eric &amp;amp; Fish decided to join them. Only to realize that Mr Graham prohibited us to enter the class. So we were forced to stay outside and finish our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the paste'ing didn't go so well, I did something horrible to my work, and it turned out BAD. Sad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that sticky experience, I decided to rush down to the PTC since I needed to attend a guitar rehearsal. We were rehearsing for a upcoming performance that is on Sunday. In the end, I went down to realize that I was too late, and it was time for guitar lessons for the Sec 2's. Bored me. Anyways, when guitar lessons ended, me, CC, Kelvin, Felicia &amp;amp; Tin Yam decided to rest at the PTC for awhile. Since they needed to wait for Sister and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we left the PTC, said our goodbyes, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Hopefully everything goes well tomoro. Its the submission date for all my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-6108633575050322756?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6108633575050322756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/stein-not-sleeping-for-day-cause-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6108633575050322756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/6108633575050322756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/stein-not-sleeping-for-day-cause-of.html' title='Stein + Not sleeping for a day cause of assignments = BAD.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-3171438249434648282</id><published>2009-05-28T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:52:49.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss her, I miss her, I BLOODY miss her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, indefinitely, miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, is basically the best day of this whole week. Why? Its because all my worries are gone! Why? Its because I'm done with my DPH &amp;amp; COG Project! I've printed out my photos and it came out perfectly. Also, while I'm typing this entry, I'm rendering my COG project as well. All my worries are OFFICIALLY gone. I can finally sleep in peace tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It's getting late, and I don't wanna talk too much tonight. I don't have enough mental energy to think about what to say next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'll say is.. Thank you; Cindy, Jasmine, Joshua, Elizabeth, Kristy, Jonathan, Raja, Sun, Eric &amp;amp; Fish for letting me join you guys for printing. Without you guys, I wouldn't be able to print my photos. Thank you soo much! And, I had alot of fun in the MRT today! Even though I didn't know what was Raja &amp;amp; Jonathan doing, but I definitely had a great time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random, but I mean.. Its my blog, I can say whatever I want. Ignore this part my viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, her.&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen her for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure she's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's new for her, and she doesn't need me there.&lt;br /&gt;She's doing great so far. And I'm overly-proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself; Whenever she's happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it isn't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to kill myself slowly inside, because.. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.. I know, clinging on to the past.&lt;br /&gt;But, she's a memory, that I want to remember all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember her.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember her poems.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember her songs.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember her &lt;i&gt;presence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;But, what would she think?&lt;br /&gt;People are right when they say; When you wanna dream, dream big. And that, unattainable dreams, are the best kind.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she IS a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she IS unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;She'll always be a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Always, in my lil' chapter of my fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm trying to flip the page.&lt;br /&gt;But it's stuck.&lt;br /&gt;All I know,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Period.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's a weird entry. Weird me. But anyways, thanks again. And Mervin, cheer up dude. If you need someone to talk to, just give me a call. I'll definitely give you a listening ear. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-3171438249434648282?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3171438249434648282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-her-i-miss-her-i-bloody-miss-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3171438249434648282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/3171438249434648282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-her-i-miss-her-i-bloody-miss-her.html' title='I miss her, I miss her, I BLOODY miss her.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8967872763945209901</id><published>2009-05-26T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:14:18.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always count on your friends to cheer you up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always count on your friends to turn your frown, upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, work, work. S&amp;amp;W starts at 9.30am today. In the end, I went to school at 1.45pm. Why? Its because I spent the whole day yesterday doing my Photoshop assignments. And when I meant by 'whole' I meant from the time I reached home, all the way to 3am in the morning. And yes, I skipped S&amp;amp;W today. Though, I would really like to know what my classmates did for S&amp;amp;W today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on, when I arrived in school, and when VP1 lecture started. The first thing that Mr Nick said was; MOVIE TIME. That definitely brightened up my day. The video that Mr Nick showed, was a Action / Chinese film called; Infernal Affairs. I know, I know, its an old film. But I mean.. Its chinese, and I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; watch chinese films. (No offence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie cutted when some guy fell on the taxi and died. Because it was time for our next class; LLA. Remember? Today is the last lesson of LLA? Yeah well, I was actually looking forward to what Mdm Haj had in store for us. Also, we weren't allowed to skip lessons cause Cindy said that we "HAD to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took our butts, and proceeded to the classroom. When we arrived, Mdm Haj started to read out some lame attendance thingie. After she read everything out, INCLUDING our final marks. We were allowed to leave. When everyone left, Jonathan, Joshua, Sun, Cindy &amp;amp; myself, decided to stay back to do some editing, since we had ALOT of time to spare. We did alot of nonsense when we were in the classroom. Jonathan started doodling on the whiteboard and I went to join him. Eventually, we made a film about some lame Pokemon trainer getting his ass pwned by some sheep-like 'thing.' It was HILARIOUS. We then stayed for another 2 hours, and then, we decided to go down to Cafe 2 to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a bowl of Ee-Mee. The noodle that tasted like Maggi Mee? Yeah, I ate that. Its been awhile since I did. Anyway, it was GOOD and definitely worth the $4 dollars. After our dinner, we yet again, decided to stay in the Cafe to continue our editing. Cindy, Jonathan &amp;amp; Sun was doing their film editing thingie, while I was sitting around listening to WTKs. I helped them once in awhile, to keep them entertained. After afew minutes, I whipped out my camera, and we started Camwhore'ing. Here are some of the peektures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTfNSg2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yJDSJdaKNQM/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTfNSg2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yJDSJdaKNQM/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164685018748962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol @ Cindy's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeyaoV0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/G3aPJKt3yfY/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeyaoV0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/G3aPJKt3yfY/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164677805037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeseNbgI/AAAAAAAAABs/OB4RQEmn1xM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeseNbgI/AAAAAAAAABs/OB4RQEmn1xM/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164676209438210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeZwm8eI/AAAAAAAAABk/wloCx7eDu9E/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeZwm8eI/AAAAAAAAABk/wloCx7eDu9E/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164671186334178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeAkkUEI/AAAAAAAAABc/F0Ro2nSXlcc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTeAkkUEI/AAAAAAAAABc/F0Ro2nSXlcc/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164664424943682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUnH7oAtI/AAAAAAAAACk/hS9wJOwTT68/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUnH7oAtI/AAAAAAAAACk/hS9wJOwTT68/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165920531153618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the part when we were doodling about the lame Pokemon trainer. And about his Pokemon (The slime.) getting pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUm7RP9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/uSZ-dNW8QK0/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUm7RP9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/uSZ-dNW8QK0/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165917132191282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUmY5w7AI/AAAAAAAAACU/YsEK_dC1djU/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUmY5w7AI/AAAAAAAAACU/YsEK_dC1djU/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165907906882562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUmEWRQ2I/AAAAAAAAACM/Hc2IvHx92LE/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUmEWRQ2I/AAAAAAAAACM/Hc2IvHx92LE/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165902389298018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUlqo-lqI/AAAAAAAAACE/lGCL1jspYJA/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwUlqo-lqI/AAAAAAAAACE/lGCL1jspYJA/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165895488444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwVOOQoFpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1wsmkex3gPk/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwVOOQoFpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1wsmkex3gPk/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166592244749970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwVN8put-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/gWMp3GJs5z4/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwVN8put-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/gWMp3GJs5z4/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166587518203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwVNWM6K1I/AAAAAAAAACs/xXjn8lC7AEs/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwVNWM6K1I/AAAAAAAAACs/xXjn8lC7AEs/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166577196772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wonderful day today.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8967872763945209901?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8967872763945209901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-count-on-your-friends-to-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8967872763945209901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8967872763945209901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-count-on-your-friends-to-cheer.html' title='Always count on your friends to cheer you up.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShwTfNSg2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yJDSJdaKNQM/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4288729874532608576</id><published>2009-05-25T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:59:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With patience comes success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday again, that means.. More school, more assignments, more nonsense from your classmates, more money wasted on bus fares. Whats more, today's first lesson is COG! Darn it. Oh well, I started at 8.00am. I woke up at the exact same timing. But I mean, since when have I &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; woke up early for a 8 o'clock lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you know the drill. I woke up, bathed, blah blah. When I reached school, I ran into Fuad, and we, together the late-comers went to COG class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COG wasn't that bad. I spent all my time doing something that I actually KNEW. So you can say I used my time wisely. Anyways, when COG was over. Me, Jonathan and the gang went to Cafe 3 to eat. I ordered a plate of ..Pepper Noodles? Probably its because the noodles tasted like pepper and nothing else. You can imagine how it sucked. What a good way to waste your $2.10. After I was done, I got up and went to buy a cup of Milo. Even the Milo there sucked, BIG TIME. I'm never going there ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that UN-appetizing brunch, we went up again to the same classroom for VP1. Today's lesson was kinda slack, we spent all of our time editing our film. Putting in abit of contrast here and there. Although the lesson was VP1, everyone else was doing our DPH assignments. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the uber-boring 3-hour break. The gang and me, decided to go to a printing shop to 'test print' the photos, to see how it turns out. Turns out that the printer was kinda dull on colour and such. After the printing was over, we went outside to slack and buy some Bubble Tea. I have to say though; Singapore is FRIGGIN' HOT! I can practically cook an egg on the roadside. I was sweating my ass off even though I was enjoying my Strawberry Milk Tea. It was cold, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, started with our editing and stuff. I got afew pointers from Elizabeth about Photoshop and stuff. (Damn, you have nice brushes Elizabeth!) Lazed around in the lab, went to walk around to spy on other people's work. I gotta say; Salwa, I like your macro shots! It was.. DAMN GOOD AR. Hope your photoshop'ing goes well! Anyway, after VP1 ended, the gang and I (again) went to Cafe 1 to have dinner. I ordered that Teriyaki Omelette Chicken thingie again. Now, THAT, was appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for the Final Project(s) is drawing nearer by the minute. F*ck, I've not done anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE! Understoodereded?&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4288729874532608576?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4288729874532608576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-work-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4288729874532608576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4288729874532608576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5158612336587105314</id><published>2009-05-24T22:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:04:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When times are grey, its up to you to make your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlft_hl4cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1h8JIxJ3CaE/s1600-h/P4130265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting anything on Saturday. I didn't do anything special, so I decided not to post. Today, however, I went out for a shoot with Eric, Fuad, Sun &amp;amp; Fish. It was truly a memorable  experience. Let me just share with you guys about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the objective of today, was to obtain pictures for our Final-Project which is due on Friday. Each of us is given 3 themes to choose from; Wet, Adventure &amp;amp; Belief. I chose Belief. So we decided to go around Singapore to find some shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started when I woke up at around 10.50am. I realized that we were supposed to meet at 12 @ the City Hall MRT station. So I rushed to bathe, rushed to change, rushed to the MRT Station and rushed to City Hall. I arrived at the station at around.. 12.45. When I got out of the MRT, I looked frantically for my friends. To my disappointment, I was actually the FIRST to arrive. What the hell right? Anyway, I waited for the gang to come. And in the end, Fish &amp;amp; Sun was the second to arrive. We met and waited for Fuad &amp;amp; Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShldAJPeDnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XYMlM9CiJgo/s1600-h/P4130260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShldAJPeDnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XYMlM9CiJgo/s320/P4130260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401090286620274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they both arrived, we decided to go to a nearby church which allows tourists / photographers to go in freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShldsnniEDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AJ92TPVahWw/s1600-h/P4130259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShldsnniEDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AJ92TPVahWw/s200/P4130259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401854354853938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, Fish saw a balloon and he remembered that Fuad was actually afraid of balloons. So we took it with us, harressing Fuad all the way to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we stopped by at a 7-11 to get something to drink. Usually, when Iam in 7-11, I'd usually look for a bottle of Milk Tea. Since its always been my favourite. But, this time I saw something different. It was a CHOCOLATE Flavoured Milk Tea. And it was &lt;u&gt;YUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY&lt;/u&gt;. Heres a picture of it, you guys should really try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlelk2Ns7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OokSH27EJik/s1600-h/P4130261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlelk2Ns7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/OokSH27EJik/s320/P4130261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339402832863671218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, after I took the pictures that I needed. Fuad then said that he wanted to shoot the theme; Belief, in flowers. So we went to the BEST place that has flowers; the Singapore Botanical Gardens. Here are some of the pictures which I took when we were there. I could've took alot more, but my camera's battery died on me. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlhYvYVPPI/AAAAAAAAABU/1NO-KKMGbIo/s1600-h/P4130284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlhYvYVPPI/AAAAAAAAABU/1NO-KKMGbIo/s320/P4130284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339405910887709938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlg66qsGgI/AAAAAAAAABM/vt_tp0Vs8Gc/s1600-h/P4130277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlg66qsGgI/AAAAAAAAABM/vt_tp0Vs8Gc/s320/P4130277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339405398521420290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlgsqZ81gI/AAAAAAAAABE/k3lG4Ywz6Lk/s1600-h/P4130266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlgsqZ81gI/AAAAAAAAABE/k3lG4Ywz6Lk/s320/P4130266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339405153638077954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlgcuJf8fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EvLDbqtMIPw/s1600-h/P4130267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlgcuJf8fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EvLDbqtMIPw/s320/P4130267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339404879764910578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlgK82OwfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XhdP4p3f4_0/s1600-h/P4130262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShlgK82OwfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XhdP4p3f4_0/s320/P4130262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339404574472978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlft_hl4cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1h8JIxJ3CaE/s1600-h/P4130265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDg9OVZuybk/Shlft_hl4cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1h8JIxJ3CaE/s320/P4130265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339404076975514050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is my FIRST post that actually has peektures in it. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Another thing, Botanical Gardens have to stop over-feeding the fishes there. Those things are MASSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5158612336587105314?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5158612336587105314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-times-are-grey-its-up-to-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5158612336587105314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5158612336587105314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-times-are-grey-its-up-to-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fDg9OVZuybk/ShldAJPeDnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XYMlM9CiJgo/s72-c/P4130260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1750877346442185824</id><published>2009-05-21T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:40:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnecessary Stress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always look on the brighter side of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today. Why? It's probably because I woke up at about.. 9.30am? And classes started at 8.30am. So I figured, why go to school? So I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time at home lazing around, doing stuff that I never thought I would do. Stuff like, studying? Doing my DPH storyboards and such. For once, I actually &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; my time WISELY. Actually, before the studying, I was researching on how I can get Gameshark, Action Replay &amp;amp; etc.. codes to work on my PSP. I spent like, 2 hours doing that? And I actually got sick and tired, and I started planning on my storyboard. It wasn't long for me to realise that it was already 2 o'clock, and I remembered that I had to go down to the PTC for some guitar rehearsal. So I went to bathe, change, put my guitar into the bag &amp;amp; went down to the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, just when I was about to reach the busstop, a bus 17 drove in, and I hurriedly went in. Tapped and went to the back with my trusty guitar. When I reached PTC's busstop, I didn't realise that Felicia, Cassandra, Charlene, Tin Yam &amp;amp; Jermyn was on the same bus as me. So we took our time and walked towards PTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else was kinda boring, cept' the part when my guitar's last string broke. It just HAD to break when I was JUST about to use it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the new sec 2's were supposed to come for guitar lessons today, hosted by Cheng Chye &amp;amp; Me. The sec 2's were supposed to break up into 3 different groups. Each group compremising of 2 sub-groups. Cheng Chye &amp;amp; me, will then take 1 of the 2 sub-groups for teaching. Confusing huh? Anyway, I took my group, and we proceeded into the counselling room. We settled down and I started teaching them about the fundamentals of guitar. They seemed to be pretty enthusiastic about it. After classes were done, I went to teach the next group and they were pretty attentive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guitar classes were over and PTC was about to close, me, Mervin, ZX &amp;amp; the rest went to the back of PTC to discuss about where we were going and who wanted to have dinner and such. We spent like.. 30 mins figuring out who wanted to go home and who wanted to have dinner. It was pretty amusing, since everyone was asking the same questions like.. "SO ARE WE GOING TO EAT OR NOT?" In the end, Melvin,Mervin, CC, Jasmine, Louis and me decided to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I followed Mervin all the way to the interchange cause he wanted to buy a concession fare for his ez-link card. While on the way there, we had an amusing conversation about a girl.. and.. the pool centre.. Let's just say I regretted about NOT being there. (Dammit.) After Mervin got his concession thingie done, we took a long walk home talking about ..stuff. Don't worry, it ain't all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Always remember, God is always challenging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her!&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1750877346442185824?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1750877346442185824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/unnecessary-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1750877346442185824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1750877346442185824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/unnecessary-stress.html' title='Unnecessary Stress.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4875426878385349216</id><published>2009-05-20T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:13:52.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DPH Test! Hard? ..Not really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DPH TEST! Hard? ..Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y' know.. about a week ago, Mr Dom 'warned' us about a killer test, which is today. He made it sound like as though it was as hard as a 'Quantum Physics' paper. Which definitely made me shudder. But in the end, when I sat for the test.. It was.. like 1+1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school starts at 8.30am. Guess what time I woke up? ..8.30am. Yeah, you could say I was late. &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; late. So I did the usual, got up, hurried to bathe and went down. I took a cab this time. Cause I know by the time I waited for the bus.. It'll be like.. 30 mins for the bus to arrived, 30 mins for the bus to reach ITE, 5 mins to walk to the class room and such. Yeah, you do the calculating. So, I took a cab and it costed like.. 10 bucks? When I reached, I tried calling Jasmine to confirm that the test isn't going on. In the end, she told me that classes was cancelled cause Mr Dom was pissed about the final project. So I asked them where they are and they said that they were in Cafe 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping to the part about the test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another one of my worries are finally gone. The test which Mr Dom said that would be as hard as rock. Which eventually turned out REALLY easy. Whats more, its in MCQ format. Which means I just hafta choose the answer. I don't need to write down anything. Which is probably a COMPLETE life saver. Well anyway, the test duration was like.. 1hr and 15mins. I managed to finish it in like.. 15 mins? Yeah.. It was THAT easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the test, I went down to Cafe 1 with a couple of my good friends to have a nice dinner. I ordered some Japanese Dish. Basically it was.. Omelette with some pieces of chicken in it topped off with teriyaki sauce. It was GOOOOD. Like seriously. The next time I order it, i'll definitely remember the name. (Probably i'll take a picture too. :p) After dinner, I recieved a call from Jet asking whether I would want to go down to the pool centre to meet ZX. Since he has to go off for CCA and stuff. So me, being a good friend, agreed. When we (Jasmine and I) arrived, I was surprised to see a third party. It was actually ZX's friend who opened the pool table for us. I decided to play a round with him, and he was really good. Anyway, after pool, me and ZX wanted to meet Merv and the rest. Unfortunately, we were too late. So we went home on the ever-faithful, bus 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry about the crappy english again. I was just demoralised about how time flies. I thought I could play RO for awhile. But when I looked at the clock, it was already 10. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4875426878385349216?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4875426878385349216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/dph-test-hard-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4875426878385349216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4875426878385349216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/dph-test-hard-not-really.html' title='DPH Test! Hard? ..Not really.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5992759855721100048</id><published>2009-05-19T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:19:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday, my good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would like to wish my good friend: Fuad, a very happy 17th birthday. You have finally matured! Sorry I couldn't attend the birthday dinner with ya. Hope you enjoyed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda easy for me. The first lesson of the day was S&amp;amp;W which started at 11am. Knowing that classes started late, I didn't set my alarm like I usually do. Little did I know that I woke up at around 10.30am! I stumbled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to bathe. When I got out, I realised that it was already 10.45am. I rushed again, ran out of my house and down to the busstop. Luckily, the bus just arrived. I got up and went to the second floor. I whipped out my PSP and started playing Pokemon. Yes.. Pokemon. When I arrived at the school busstop, I alighted and I didn't notice the person who alighted with me. It was Fish. I was shocked to see that he took bus 12, which he usually doesn't. Together, we walked to the school entrance. When I arrived in the IDSH, I was bombarded with questions like: "Why aren't you in your S&amp;amp;W attire?" or "How come your playing Pokemon?" What can I say? Pokemon is cool, and I just didn't feel like doing S&amp;amp;W today. So I sat down with my face buried into my PSP, playing Pokemon, while my friends continued on playing badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When S&amp;amp;W was finished, the gang and I, went down to Cafe 1 to have our lunch. I ordered a bowl of 'Ba Chor Mee' which cost me a mere 2 dollars. I kinda enjoyed it. It was definitely worth it. After my lunch, I, yet again, whipped out my PSP playing Pokemon. After an hour, we made our way to the lecture hall, which usually is closed when we got there. What we'll usually do, is sit outside the lecture hall and wait for Mr Nick / Mr Boi to come. Seeing as I had ample time to spare, I played my PSP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lecture was kinda 'out-of-syllabus'. Mr Boi thought us after effects using Adobe After Effects. Yet another powerful software which is usually used for post-production editing. Mr Boi went to a website that showed us the different tutorials which thought on how to use After Effects and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture, we made our way to the 5th floor where LLA was held. When we got into the room, I started playing my PSP again, while the lecturer: Mdm Haj, was reading out some attendance thingie. Mdm Haj had some SPLENDID news for us today. Apparently, next week is the LAST week of the module! Which means.. No more LLA! Happy me. LLA was kinda slack today, since Mdm Haj decided not to teach us. So we used the empty time to celebrate Fuad's birthday. It was kinda cool, cause we did a hamburger on him. Hamburger means we made him lie on the ground while my friends piled on top of him, one by one. It was a hilarious moment. And Fuad seemed to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After LLA, Jasmine and I went down to the pool centre where we met ZX and Daph. Seeing as there was an empty table, Jasmine wanted me to teach her a thing-or-two about pool, while ZX teached Daph. Jasmine wasn't such a bad learner, she picked up pool pretty quick. And after awhile, she was scoring balls like a pro. We played afew rounds together and we made our way to White Sands, where we met the 'Usuals' and had our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun today. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5992759855721100048?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5992759855721100048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5992759855721100048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5992759855721100048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-my-friend.html' title='Happy Birthday my friend!'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-2611692443159630262</id><published>2009-05-18T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:59:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez, I'am REALLY tired. Didn't get much sleep during the weekends cause of the shoots and such. My mind didn't rest at all during the weekends cause of the COG assignment thingie. Last week, has TRULY been a VERY tiring week for me. Just a heads up, if I ever anger anyone due to my expressions or attitude.. Iam sorry. I get grumpy easily when I'am tired. Well, just look on the brighter side, at least its a new week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to today.. I went to school late, cause I had to push the amazingly huge briefcase, containing the redheads on a trolley. I took a cab down, and when I arrived in school, I realised that I was already an hour late. Seeing as the first class of the day is COG, I just took my time. When I arrived in class, I learnt from Jasmine that we had to do our storyboards AND pass it up by today. THAT was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When COG ended, me and the rest went down to Cafe 3. Yes.. Cafe 3. Actually, it was my first time there. I ordered a packet of Nasi Lemak and a milo on the side. The Nasi Lemak ain't so bad.. Cept' it only has one fish in it. Well, the rice tasted nice.. I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VP1 today was kinda easy, Mr Boi went through the nooks &amp;amp; crannys of Adobe Premier Pro. One of the many softwares which i'll be using when it comes to video editing. We played around with the transitions, cuts and such. It was kinda cool, it's kinda like Photoshop, cept' its on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mini-tutorial, Mr Boi was kind enough to borrow us afew cameras so that we could 'digitise' our tapes into .avi format. Yeah.. Basically, digitising means that we convert whatever we shot in tape into .avi format. So that we can view it on WMP and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended, and I went down to the pool centre to look for Merv and the rest. Played afew rounds on the challenge table.. And I finally lost to a malay guy. He was good, and I didn't feel like playing too. After pool, we went for dinner.. And then, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to type anything else.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-2611692443159630262?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2611692443159630262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2611692443159630262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/2611692443159630262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-me.html' title='Tired me..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1586561302615785717</id><published>2009-05-17T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:19:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready? 1.. 2.. ...Wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ready? 1.. 2.. ...Wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably one of the most common phrases I've heard today. Anyways, today was the LAST day of shooting. That means we're supposed to finish the shoot by &lt;u&gt;today.&lt;/u&gt; Luckily, everything went according to plan.. Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank &amp;amp; congratulate everyone that helped / acted in the short film: "Red String". Without your help and cooperation, we wouldn't be able to accomplish it. I've met many friends along the way. (Sort of.) Basically, I would like to thank them here. Really hope you see it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rayner&lt;/b&gt;: Hey! Thanks alot for coming down to cast in the film. Honestly, the first time I saw you, I thought you were a full-time gangster. But after getting to know you, your actually a very nice guy. Thank you for telling me about your 'life-story' and such. I really appreciate the 'open-ness' that you gave me. Stay cool, and remember: the 4 P's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheryl&lt;/b&gt;: "What the hell?!" That was probably the catch-phrase of the day. Haha, sorry that I couldn't talk much with you. Really hope I could though. Anyways, your prelims are coming up right? Be sure to study &lt;u&gt;HARD&lt;/u&gt;. I'am sure you wanna rub that "A+" thingie in my face. Oh and another thing, thanks for the card and the lollipop. Even though I won't eat it.. Uh.. Thanks anyways. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Janice&lt;/b&gt;: Lol. Thats all I can say. You're probably the one who usually brightens up my mood most of the time. Even though we made you go through hell, with the make-up and the blood and stuff. You never fail to wipe that smile of your face. Don't ever change your ways, cause I'm sure the crew enjoyed your happy-go-lucky mood, apart from me. Stay happy! And.. Always remember Alicia. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the shooting, today wasn't so bad. Even though we were in a rush to finish it. When morning came, the only thing that came to my mind when I woke up is.. FOOD. Yeah, food. It was probably cause I didn't manage to eat much yesternight. Anyways, thankfully, Cheryl (or Janice) volunteered to buy some burgers from Mcdonald's for us. Such kind people they are. Well, that was one problem out of my mind. When they came, they immediately sat on my couch and started watching TV. While me, Fuad and Rayner whipped out the burgers and began stuffing it into our mouths. After that appetizing brunch, we were ready to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After afew scenes, the battery of the camera decided to "go into the light." So we took a one-hour break, while we allowed the camera to revive itself. During the break, the crew decided to slack infront of the TV, while I went to bathe. When I was out, Rayner came rushing to me saying that he wanted to learn: 'Thunder' on acoustic. So I sat down with him and thought him the song. He was surprisingly easy to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break was over, we continued shooting.. And shooting.. And even more shooting.. Till it was like.. 9 plus at night? We were supposed to finish like.. 7 hours earlier. Well anyway, we continued shooting and stuff. Until it was time for Janice to get make'd-up'd. Which bought us another.. hour to slack and eat? So we did. I don't know why, but I just felt really moody at that period of time. I just felt like sleeping and not talking to anyone. Weird me. Yeah well, we continued shooting and shooting till it was time to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll probably upload some photos of the shoot whenever I get them from Fuad / Kristy. Till then, please be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo tired,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1586561302615785717?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1586561302615785717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/ready-1-2-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1586561302615785717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1586561302615785717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/ready-1-2-wait.html' title='Ready? 1.. 2.. ...Wait!'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-9008892744119807712</id><published>2009-05-16T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:55:03.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shooting, shooting &amp;amp; more shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the thing. Yesterday, was the first day of our shoot of the film: "Red String". At first, we had troubles in trying to find casts and a location to film. But since the cast problem has been resolved, the only problem left was the location. So me, being such a nice person, decided to offer my place as a location to shoot. At first, I thought I made a grave mistake. But eventually it turned out great. And I had a lot of fun with them at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, firstly I would like apologize for not making an entry yesterday, I was too busy shooting. Anyway, yesterday was great. The crew and cast came to my house for filming. When they came, they were carrying &lt;i&gt;HUGE&lt;/i&gt; briefcases and bags (&amp;amp; a trolley.) So I led them in. (You can imagine the mess they made.) When they were inside, they kept telling me that my house was nice and such. Not trying to boast or anything, but I ignored their compliments. Maybe its because I live here? And I've been looking at my house since I was like.. what.. 5? Anyway, Eric, Fuad and myself, sat down on the couch to start thinking of what scenes we should do today. While the rest, went into my room to play my guitars. Eric focused on the morning scenes first, since we need it to look like 'morning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, the cast, Salwa &amp;amp; Elizabeth (our producer and Art Director) arrived. And they were very efficient. Elizabeth started on the props and make-up, while Salwa was readying the paperwork. I hafta say, I was impressed at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we were about to shoot our first scene, which took place in my living room and the cast watching TV. We took about.. 8 takes? Because Fuad wanted to experiment with different angles and such. Not too bad. The second scene was kinda short cause it only involved a phone. Not too bad also. But when the third scene came.. Bad. I shall not blah about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the whole thing, we ended at around.. 11.30pm. And my house was a friggin' mess. Luckily, Elizabeth &amp;amp; Kristy, volunteered to stay and clean the house. Such nice people they are. After they went back, I did some more cleaning, and went to bed. Hey.. I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the crew &amp;amp; cast are coming again. I just hope they don't make a mess like last time. Let's pray for the better yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just wanna thank the people who cleaned my house after the shoot. Esp. Elizabeth &amp;amp; Kristy. You guys were a great help. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-9008892744119807712?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9008892744119807712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/shooting-shooting-more-shooting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9008892744119807712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/9008892744119807712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/shooting-shooting-more-shooting.html' title=''/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4957969123377978609</id><published>2009-05-14T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:07:31.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up at 11am.. I can get used to it..</title><content type='html'>Wow, yet another day in which I can wake up at 11am. I could get used to this.. I was supposed to wake up at 8.30am, which is the usual timing in which class usually starts on this day. But, since classes were canceled to help with the production of our film, we were allowed to go to school late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a good rest and woke up at about 10.30am. I woke up this late, probably because I was up the whole night yesterday playing Ragnarok. :| Back to the subject.. I woke up, brushed my teeth and did the usual. I rushed down to the bus stop knowing that Daphane was on the next bus 12 which will arrive in afew minutes time. While I was running, I kept on telling myself: "Its good to exercise in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the bus stop, I met Emma, and said "Hi." in a panting manner. Emma was like her usual self. Alone, listening to her MP3 and such. I carefully sat beside her, afraid that I would break her "meditation". Shortly after, the bus arrived. And I went to the upper deck, ignoring the "Seats Available" sensor. I saw Daph, and went to take my seat, and as usual.. I whipped out my MP3. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we alighted from the bus, I don't know how.. but I think Daphane lost her button to a commercial post. You know, the gigantic posters that are usually near bus stops? Yeah, that thing. I don't know how &amp;amp; why, but she did. Hope your able to sow it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in school, so i'll skip to the part when I went to PTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school ended, I took a bus down to the PTC. Upon arrival, I noticed that there were only 2 people inside PTC. Which is, Cheng Chye and Jie Han. Said "Hai." to them and went to sit beside them. Cheng Chye then told me that he has been messaging me about the guitar rehearsal and stuff and was telling me about how I should reply. Me, being as I am, do not reply much to messages. And therefore, I realise that it really IS my fault, I apologized to him and he continued telling me about the next upcoming performances and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for the rehearsal, I went to my 'group' which was in-charge of the song: "Your Guardian Angel." We practiced, and sang, practiced again.. sang again. Till I practically lost my voice for a few seconds. CC then came in and told us that we had to review the song to Sister Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to review it to her, I was surprisingly nervous. Iunno, maybe its been a really long time since I've performed to anyone before. Who knows? Anyway, the review went well and Sister Maria liked it. SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was all over, we packed up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the crappy english today, I just don't feel like making an entry today. But I did, soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4957969123377978609?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4957969123377978609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-up-at-11am-i-can-get-used-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4957969123377978609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4957969123377978609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-up-at-11am-i-can-get-used-to-it.html' title='Waking up at 11am.. I can get used to it..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-5961837480503696539</id><published>2009-05-13T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:45:26.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests, tests, TESTS..</title><content type='html'>Wow, today is FINALLY our FIRST DPH phase test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been looking forward to this day for AGES. Why? Its because, I've not had a single DPH test since the day I joined the course. Anyway, the test was fairly easy. All I had to do, was to take a few shots of a few products, then.. Photoshop it. Not too hard right? Well, yeah.. It was kinda easy, but to my friends, it was not. Who knows? Anyway, I breezed past the exam and went down to Cafe 1 to meet Cindy and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I sat down, I was bombarded with questions regarding the phase test. Stuff like: How did I do? or.. Was it hard? and such. Well, after that verbal harressment, I went to the drinks stall to buy some bread and a drink. Hoping that it would shut my stomach up for awhile. I ate, drank, and watched my friends stress about their group's film and such, while I laid back to enjoy my 'sort of' lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went back up to the lecture hall to get lectured by the lecturer. The lecturer thought us about Adobe Premier. Amazing software it is. For those who do not know, Adobe Premier is a film / video editing software. Kinda like Photoshop, cept' its on film not photo. So we had a crash course on what buttons do what, and what do-hickeys do what. The lecture was surprisingly interesting, cause I consider Adobe programs "Marvels of software invention". I mean C'MON, its ADOBE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so, after the lesson on Adobe Premier was over, the next lecturer: Mr Dominic &amp;amp; his sidekick Ms Raudah, came in to "warn" us about the next upcoming DPH test. He told us about the topics in which we had to study, and the stuff we needed to remember. According to Mr Dominic, the test is gonna be HARD. Like.. ROCK HARD. Stressful much? I guess I gotta start studying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture, Eric, my film director, said he wanted to have a small meeting regarding the film. So we decided to go to Cafe 1 (again) to rest and 'meet'. Basically, the meeting was mainly for my group's producer, so I just went there to pretend that I care. (Which I really do.) Yeah so, while Eric was blah'ing to the producer, I decided to have an early dinner. So, I went to order "Yu Yuan Mian". Which is commonly known as: Fish Ball Noodle. I didn't really enjoy my dinner, cause it tasted like crap. The fish balls didn't taste like fish balls, and the fish cakes didn't taste like fish cakes. Shortly after my horrible dinner, ZX called and said that he wanted to meet me in Cafe 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, knowing that Daphane was finishing classes soon, we decided to wait for her. So that we could go back together. After she arrived, she made a surprising comment about us going to the beach. To.. relax. So I agreed. And we were on our way. We took the usual bus, bus 12. And, as usual, the 'Seats Available' sensor was full of crap. We went up, and took our places. I whipped out my phone and started listening to songs. After a few stops, a man who occupied 2 seats, cause he was sitting on the outer seat, stood up and left the bus. Seeing as I liked to sit near the window, went over to takeover his seat. Shortly after, Daphane came and sat beside me, and she started to tell me about her problems with her BF and such. So I gave her advice, and comforted her at the same time. Hope she feels better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached our busstop, we left the bus and headed for E!Hub. Us, feeling thirsty, decided to buy a drink at Cup Walker. I ordered my usual: Hazelnut Chocolate Milk Tea with Pearls. And yes, it was YUMM. So we took our drinks, and went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we sat and started talking, taking pictures, more talking and finally, started to play lame games. Lol. About an hour later, Mervin arrived with his ever-so-awesome electric bike. He sat down with us, and we started talking MORE crap. I even hitched a ride on his wicked bike! Yeah, so I practically enjoyed that "Relax" session with me pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is a damn long entry. :|&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-5961837480503696539?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5961837480503696539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/tests-tests-tests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5961837480503696539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/5961837480503696539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/tests-tests-tests.html' title='Tests, tests, TESTS..'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-7452276510943060554</id><published>2009-05-12T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:33:23.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons.. You make lemonade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When life gives you lemons.. You make lemonade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would like to apologize for not making an entry yesterday. I had &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt; of COG work to do, and I was practically pulling my hair out cause I was so bloody stressed out. But anyway, Its done, and I have some room to breathe now. There was COUNTLESS things that happened yesterday, but I won't blah on it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about today. Well, today was the usual, school started at 9.30am. I woke up at about 8.30am to realize that I was late. So, I rushed and went down to wait for the bus. While waiting for the bus, I met Emma, who was listening to her MP3, blasting it at full volume of course. (She must be listening to WTKs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the bus arrived, I went up to the upper deck to take a seat. Usually, bus 12 would be awfully full when it stops at like.. the next 2 or 3 stops. But amazingly, it was surprisingly empty today. Anyways, at about the 5th stop, a cute girl wearing the 'new' ITE uniform boarded the bus. (It really is random, but I just had to say it.) She sat at the front seat, which allowed me to stare at her till the bus arrived at ITE. Well, that took up most of my time in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got down, entered ITE's gate (Hi Carmen!) and walked into the indoor sports hall. I was greeted by my classmates, which really brightened up my day. I shook their hands and settled my stuff down. We was supposed to play Badminton today. But the S&amp;amp;W store was low on Badminton rackets.. Well, luckily I brought mine. So I went to play with some of the 'fortunate' people who brought theirs too. We played and played and played, till we realized that we've been playing for about 3 hours. We decided to stop and proceeded to Cafe 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today was kinda like a breeze. There wasn't much lessons, and the lessons that I had was short and kinda carefree today. I won't elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I waited at the busstop with Fish, Jonathan &amp;amp; Farhin. We talked (&amp;amp; played) till the bus arrived. Well.. the second one. The first one was PACKED. Anyway, we boarded the bus, said bye to Farhin, and went to stand at the 'Wheelchair corner'. I started a conversation with Jonathan regarding Kingdom Hearts 2, and shortly after.. he was blah'ing about it non-stop. After it was Fish's turn to stop, me and Jon found a seat and talked about KH2 all the way to WhiteSands where I met the 'Usuals' for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great, I had a filling bowl of U-Mian. Which made my stomach happy. Daphane came shortly after we were finished with our dinners. And seeing as she had such a gloomy face, I decided to ask her what was wrong. And she said it was about her BF. So, Mervin, ZX &amp;amp; I, tried our best to comfort her. After the conversation, we went down to NTUC to buy some drinks, seeing as KOPITIAM's drinks cost a BOMB. I bought a small carton of Soy Bean milk which lasted me all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and Mervin reached the place where we were about to 'part our ways'. Me, being tired, decided to take a rest on the roadside curb. So we chatted about life and such for about.. iunno.. 2 hours? Then we made our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would just like to say: I hope I helped. Take care, and I'am rooting for you man. Don't give up hope and just DO IT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-7452276510943060554?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7452276510943060554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-life-gives-you-lemons-you-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7452276510943060554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/7452276510943060554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-life-gives-you-lemons-you-make.html' title='When life gives you lemons.. You make lemonade.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-70995672649504703</id><published>2009-05-10T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:02.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Mothers Day people!</title><content type='html'>Wow, its Mothers Day people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From having you swimming in her womb, down to giving birth to you. There's no one out there that you would love more. And that person is your mum. You see her almost everyday, you hear her nagging at you to go and brush your teeth. You hate it when she starts talking about your future, but you always love it when she buys you whatever you want. You always appreciated the stuff she does for you, but you never had the guts to thank her. You wanted to buy her a gift for Mothers Day, but you always came up with the excuse of "I was too busy." And yet, she still forgives you, loves you &amp;amp; is always proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say; I love you Mum. Thank you for always being there for me. Through thick and thin, through harsh and calm. I'm sorry I couldn't get you a present for Mothers Day. But at least you know.. That i'll always love you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet huh? Now, ask yourself. What have you done for your Mum on Mothers Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the people in Gears of War 2 did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFEy6PgERNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/aFEy6PgERNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go do something for your Mum. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-70995672649504703?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/70995672649504703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-mothers-day-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/70995672649504703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/70995672649504703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-mothers-day-people.html' title='Its Mothers Day people!'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1813869164375757303</id><published>2009-05-08T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:00:34.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelling shoot.. Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever seen models taking photo shoots in studios? Or small products getting spammed by cameras ALSO in a studio? Well, today I had my first MODEL photo shoot. Yes, MODEL. I've been stressing about this for days now.. And finally, the time has COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, firstly, I would like to give  a BIG thank you to Daphane. She was the one who volunteered to be my model. Thank you. It must be hard, carrying that big 'SONY' paper bag containing all your clothes. But I really appreciate your help. If you need mine, just give me a call. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, carrying on with my day. Today, was also one of the better days in this week. I was allowed to wake up at around.. 9 plus? Which is considered kinda late already. Got changed, blah blah.. Went down, and I decided to take a cab down. Seeing as the Hai Sian students already were released from school. (How come the students ended so early today?) Anyway, as I got into the cab, the friendly cab driver greeted me with a LOUD: "NI HAO MA." Usually, I'd think he was crazy. But I thought to myself.. Cab drivers are kinda lonely almost everyday. They sit around on their fat asses, driving around their fat taxi's, stopping by every once in awhile to eat to satisfy their fat stomachs. So.. I greeted back with a friendly: "HAO". And yes, I speak chinese. (Very badly of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the cab driver &amp;amp; me talked all the way to school. When I reached school.. I took the elevator, blah blah blah. And when I exited the lift, I saw a bunch of my friends sitting outside the studio with an anxious look on their faces. I mean, CMON, its a MODEL shoot, and its our FIRST TIME, can't blame us. So anyway, we waited for our turn to come.. And one by one, I see my friends dissappearing into the torture chamber, till it was my turn. "Well." I thought to myself. "Better get this done once and for all." I called both Daphane &amp;amp; my assistant: Jonathan to tell them that it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived, we went into the studio. Daph was kinda enthusiastic about it, cause she was posing infront of the reflective wall. And Jonathan.. Was.. well.. Being himself. So, I asked Jonathan to ready the lights while I was trying the camera. A word of advice: Be sure to know what you are doing! We spent like.. Half of our time trying to figure out the lighting and stuff. So I didn't manage to take a lot of shots. Since each group had like.. 15 mins for a single shoot. After we wrapped up our last shot, we went to review it. Hey, it was kinda good. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoot, I went down to the pool centre to look for the "Usuals". Met Mervin and the rest. And we played afew rounds of pool. Till it was about.. 5 o'clock? Then we got our arse's back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. Daph! I love your hat! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1813869164375757303?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1813869164375757303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/modelling-shoot-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1813869164375757303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1813869164375757303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/modelling-shoot-wow.html' title='Modelling shoot.. Wow.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-8162040906078418723</id><published>2009-05-07T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:21:08.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day without school.</title><content type='html'>Oh someone please help me. I'm about to fail my COG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth did somebody create a THING called COG? (Computer Graphics.) Its one of the HARDEST modules I've ever needed to study. And probably why I hate Mondays and Thursdays the most. (Cause COG falls on those days.) Not only that, its hard as hell to try to understand with all those BUTTONS that you hafta click. JEEZ! I swear, if I were to ever know the person or THING who invented that crappy module, I'll make sure.. that.. ima DO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, putting that aside, today, I wasn't in school. So I lazed around at home.. Reading some books and playing some computer games. I never thought that I would &lt;i&gt;miss&lt;/i&gt; school, maybe its because its too bloody boring at home. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make today's entry too long, since I've not done anything of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I would like to apologize to the crew doing the film; "Red String". That I was unable to attend school today. I hope I wasn't much of a problem when I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-8162040906078418723?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8162040906078418723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-without-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8162040906078418723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/8162040906078418723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-without-school.html' title='A day without school.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-252461055050711413</id><published>2009-05-06T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:00:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P., Mr Mouse. T-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodbye, Mr mouse. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the death of my very good friend; my computer mouse. We have been through a lot, like playing Counter Strike: Source, down to surfing all those "funny" sites. (Don't get the wrong idea.) I'll surely miss it. Many things are passing through my mind as I throw Mr mouse down the chute. Things like, what mouse should I get next? Or.. What brand is good and such. ANYWAY, as my good friend likes to call it: "Unnecessary stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about today. Today was one of the better days, since I could wake up at 11plus, cause classes started at about 1. So, you can say I had ALOT of rest. ;D Anyways, I went to do my usual stuff, like washing up and stuff. When I went down to wait for the bus.. Guess who I saw. I saw my long lost friends from Hai Sing, Leona and Charlene. As they passed &amp;amp; waved goodbye, Charlene made a comment about me being "emo" and such... SO NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in school, we had a class test about VP1 (Video Productions 1). Although I did not study alot, or even AT ALL. It was fairly easy. I was able to answer all the 30 MCQs that was written on the paper.  The only hard thing about it was, the english. It was very.. "qim". As I was doing the paper, I occasionally turned to Jasmine. Seeing as she was rather bad at her english. After the test, we went out to have our lunch at Cafe 1. I went to order my personal favourite: Chicken Cutlet Rice @ $2.70 ea, complete with Black Pepper Gravy with a pinch of mayo at the side. It never fails to satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, today, school was fun, since I was studying for only about 3 hours today. (My teacher decided to let us off early.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, seeing as I had alot of time, me and Jasmine, decided to go down to the PTC, since I've not been there for AGES.  When we arrived I was greeted by a LOUD "STEIN!". Seems that I've been missed, missed by Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is a sweet guy. He's gonna propose to his girlfriend on Saturday. He originally had a plan in mind, but it was ruined by.. iunno.. Something? So, he had an alternative. He decided to play a song called: I Could Not Ask For More by Edwin Mccain, with me being the guitarist, and him being the vocalist. The song is a AWESOMELY sweet song, if you guys have the time, go check it out! So, Shawn's plans were to video / record us playing / singing the song, and he would propose to her while singing the song. Good luck Shawn. May you two be happy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-252461055050711413?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/252461055050711413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-mr-mouse-t-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/252461055050711413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/252461055050711413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-mr-mouse-t-t.html' title='R.I.P., Mr Mouse. T-T'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-4245729179255933387</id><published>2009-05-05T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:34:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more about me... Do not *toot*ING hit my head.</title><content type='html'>Hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something more you guys should know about me, is that I DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT like people to hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this? Well, it all started when classes finished. Jasmine, told me that Merv and the rest was at the Pool Centre. Seeing as the pool centre closes at 6, we rushed, since me and Jasmine wanted to play a round of pool. When we were there, we saw the "usuals": Kelvin, Jethro, Zhong Xin &amp;amp; of course, Mervin.&lt;br /&gt;Mervin said he wanted to play with me after Kelvin and ZX was finished with their game. So we waited and we had a small trip to the toilet. When we returned, Kelvin and ZX were just about done. Seeing as the pool centre was about to close, we started immediately. After losing to Merv in pool, ZX said that he wanted to get a drink from Cafe 1. So, us, being kind souls, decided to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and this is the part about why I mentioned I disliked people to hit my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Cafe 1, Jasmine and I, saw our classmate. And she decided to 'hang' with us for awhile. I &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; mind. So, me being as I am, I made a jokey comment about us seeing her, and she, being agitated (I think), commented back about me being short. I &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; mind. UNTIL, she hit my head.. TWICE. Oh and did I say it was &lt;i&gt;HARD&lt;/i&gt;. Not only that, she pushed it abit too. Thats where I &lt;b&gt;MIND&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah so, you can say that after that incident, I was *toot*ing pissed. I even bitched about her when we left school. But what the heck, I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; her. And the next time she does it, I will &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; hesitate to retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So putting that aside, I'll continue on with the day,&lt;br /&gt;So me and the rest, waited for bus 12, got into the bus, blah blah blah.. Though, I have to comment on the Bus's "Seats available." sensor. It always says 30++ or more, but when we went up, it was packed with people. They should really do something about it. ._. Yeah, anyway, me, Kelvin &amp;amp; Mervin found a seat, and we sat. While Kelvin and Mervin was chatting, me, being bored, whipped out my PSP, and played Need For Speed: Undercover. (That game never grows old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to apologize to Mervin, for not being able to have dinner with him. &lt;i&gt;I R SORRY!&lt;/i&gt; (Seriously, sorry brah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@8.33pm. Mervin just showed me a HILARIOUS video. It DEFINITELY made me laugh.. HARD. Heres the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rd1kvFbuja0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/rd1kvFbuja0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;'niets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-4245729179255933387?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4245729179255933387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-more-about-me-do-not-tooting-hit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4245729179255933387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/4245729179255933387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-more-about-me-do-not-tooting-hit.html' title='A little more about me... Do not *toot*ING hit my head.'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-420483396366075812</id><published>2009-05-04T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:03:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We the Kings; Amazing much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About a year ago, when I was completely oblivious to the AMAZING band called We the Kings (or WTKs for short). I was listening to shitty bands with their shitty songs. Well not all of course. Till one day, a really good friend of mine introduced to me one of their latest hit single: Secret Valentine. It was only then, when I fell in love with WTKs. As I am thinking of what to write next, I am listening to one of their songs (at full volume of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I might be overreacting, but lemme give you some of the reasons why I love WTKs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;They sound as good live, as they do in their album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lead guitarist (whose name is Hunter) has a Gold Top Les Paul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travis, the vocalist, is an amazing guy. Even though i've never met him. But I've seen him in his videos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They'd make any girl melt whenever they play an acoustic version of their song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE THEIR HAIR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their voices are amazingly smooth, and they keep their music concepts simple and clean. Yet they sound so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, enough, I'm starting to sound like a girl. Instead of me blabbing on, lemme show you an example of what I mean when I say "AMAZING".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Secret Valentine. Grabbed from Youtube.com. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CinDxHMBA-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CinDxHMBA-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-420483396366075812?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/420483396366075812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-kings-amazing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/420483396366075812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/420483396366075812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-kings-amazing-much.html' title='We the Kings; Amazing much?'/><author><name>01steiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14706388964115364198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188130876609065074.post-1950739228302583831</id><published>2009-05-04T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:31:20.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stein? BLOGGING?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes yes, I know what you're thinking. But yes, i've started to blog. Maybe it's cause I have tons of things to say? Anyways, thanks to the people (Mervin esp.)  who has given me the inspiration to start up a blog. THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Naturally, i'd fill this post up with today's crap and such. But I wont, this first post is to test out my new blog's skin and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, be sure to check back for more updates! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-niets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188130876609065074-1950739228302583831?l=memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1950739228302583831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/stein-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1950739228302583831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188130876609065074/posts/default/1950739228302583831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteinyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/stein-blogging.html' title='Stein? 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