<?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-7910651763721415470</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:44:36.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literacy~~~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-223570904576876725</id><published>2009-08-10T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:35:02.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-date.</title><content type='html'>So It's the national day holiday today. The parade yesterday was... Not good to me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been really happening, except that I got bounced from a nc16 movie last friday, and went jamming on the same day. (First time, was quite fun, if not messy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back a proper text box, so I can do all that italics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently playing lots of neverwinter nights. Repeatedly going around and watching my character die repeatedly due to overpowered mages, and seeing him only use melee combat without any skills is bound to get boring. So i tried creating my mage. And seriously, they aren't near anywhere as powerful as the mages I get owned by. I'm probably 1/4 of their power or something, in fact it's safe to say i'm pretty much screwed if my only party member (Which I don't summon) leaves me. Since he does most of the damage, and I just stay at the back casting spells. Which don't do very much damage. Which is really demoralising. You see yourself doing almost dismal damage while your henchman does insane damage. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may be thinkin the mages are OP just cos i'm noob. Well no, even the game says their challenge rating is either: Very hard or Impossible. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOthing much else going on. Just that I gotta get myself to start studying for my exams, and that I woke up at 6 this morning, sweating. Boy my room is hot once the air-con goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's so nice to have my italics back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-223570904576876725?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/223570904576876725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=223570904576876725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/223570904576876725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/223570904576876725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-date.html' title='Up-date.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8155440493973300147</id><published>2009-07-31T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:19:07.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life So far.</title><content type='html'>Well, one thing that seriously IRKS me right now is that the bloody posting for my blog is damn weird. For some reason the format got totally changed, now I can't use italics, bold, center positioning, etc etc. It's just one big text box. It's frustrating, where are all the mini things I can play with? I can't even add pics or anything anymore! *sigh*. This might all be because of my skin, but i really like it... :X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;School so far's been, frankly, going by really fast. I mean, it's already the 5th week! Wow. And I probably don't listen to half the classes, (drawing and writing and stuff.) But by half I mean the lessons where the teachers can't teach, or don't teach. I mean seriously, We have one teacher who practically dosen't even bother asking our class to calm down, except maybe his outbursts of "SHUT UP!" or "GET BACK TO YOUR SEATS!" In which, after that he'll be complete calm. And our class would just continue making lots of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a good and bad thing. It's good cos well, I can slack without being reprimanded. It's bad cos I don't know what the crap is going on for A math. In retrospect, I guess I could just go all the way to the front and listen, but i probably would not be able to understand either, from what I can gather from his pathetic lessons, he just explains it (shallowly) and writes down the answer and makes us copy, then do the rest of the bleeding worksheet at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into a rant. Dang. Well, that's about it really. See you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-8155440493973300147?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8155440493973300147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8155440493973300147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8155440493973300147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8155440493973300147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-so-far.html' title='Life So far.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-19197747463047915</id><published>2009-07-26T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:43:23.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zone '09</title><content type='html'>I went to the Zone '09 last night, it was the first concert (Christian or not) that i've went to. Unless you count we will rock you, which was more of a musical. (HIllsong united concert sponsored by new creation church btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... undescribable really. The sound reverbrating in your ribcage, making your whole body shake, the sensation of a thousand voices singing the same song, etc etc, it's really, quite amazing. However, it was wayyy too cramp, and during the sermon I had to sit on my friend, it was uncomfortable and awkward. In the end, we managed to move around, and I was stuck in a position that mimicked a permanent sit-up. Not comfortable at all, but the sermon was good, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong united sang, and they were really good. Once again, I really don't know what words to use to explain the awesomeosity(Yes I know it isn't a word.) of the concert. It might just be cos' it was my first one, but well, it was awesum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much else to say right now, 'cept that i'm at a loss on what to do for my physics project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace - Hope Arise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-19197747463047915?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/19197747463047915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=19197747463047915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/19197747463047915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/19197747463047915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/zone-09.html' title='The Zone &apos;09'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-6192355774872816080</id><published>2009-07-17T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:52:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.A. Left Odd Art.</title><content type='html'>Ah crap. I've been on Quarantine since... hmmm... Actually, the letter my school gave to me stated my LOA(Leave of absence) period was from last saturday, 11th. But i only got it on wed... halfway thru school O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, at home, have more work than I thought, at least god gave me more time. Somehow hehe. Most of my homework done, all that's left is the ones I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;do on the computer. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been drawing abit. And well, I haven't drawn in a long time, and if my art was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;bad last time, now it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bad. D: So now my notebook has lots of Odd Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll. Not much to say concurrently, I'm just gonna go update my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pace - Pace Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-6192355774872816080?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/6192355774872816080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=6192355774872816080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6192355774872816080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6192355774872816080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/loa-left-odd-art.html' title='L.O.A. Left Odd Art.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2136003302232483707</id><published>2009-07-14T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:28:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Recap</title><content type='html'>|I've decided to post all the poems here up till now, for everyone to see... I don't want them to die :X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain,Disdain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the pain, that comes from the word,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The word caused slavery to be rife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and with little care for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroines which you all know well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to fell these problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However this was not to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain still happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain wasn't against the law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it led to many mini wars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What on earth has our world come to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People have lost social ingenuinty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their respect for each other lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain is rampant in New York City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ah, so high is the cost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain, Disdain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How In-Humane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The Recorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an old recorder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's behaviour's kind of queer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;listens to hardly any order&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and speaks like a seer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's more or less at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting down and passing the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it speaks the same lines again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and is not much taller than a gnome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily, it never does any crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and advising others is its game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This old recorder, really is a recorder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never steps out of place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeats the same lines day and night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time in a different order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile is frequently on its face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And resents every fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But alas, it does forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes what people do say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand faces it has met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most forgotten in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh this old recorder, i really do love it so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's part of high maintainence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i have to bend low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still, it isn't there for my convenience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's one thing that i love alot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rhyming City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a city,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Mississippi,&lt;br /&gt;A hidden city, which no one finds,&lt;br /&gt;But merely step into it, blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a man named Jake,&lt;br /&gt;He came across this city,&lt;br /&gt;On his way to a lake,&lt;br /&gt;And realized, he wasn’t anymore in Mississippi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was bright and the buildings tall&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy; everyone was having a ball.&lt;br /&gt;However, something was absurdly wrong in the town&lt;br /&gt;Everything rhymed, every sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novels, which he browsed in stores,&lt;br /&gt;Conversations, which he heard in shores.&lt;br /&gt;And even sound, like bada-bing-bada-boom&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know, this was to be his doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked through the bizarre town full of alarming things&lt;br /&gt;He even saw a man with a head shaped like a duckling&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he rang the doorbell for a house.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Hello? I am Jake, and am wearing a blouse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had not intended to say that, but it seemed he HAD to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;The door opened, and a woman brought him in, looking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;She turned to him, her face looking warm. “Would you like tea?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. And for a side dish, bring me a pea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned and walked away. This was way too bizarre for Jake.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was a dream, and everything here was fake.&lt;br /&gt;He pinched himself, and oh did it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;He gasped in pain, and grabbed his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman came in again, and said, “I’m sorry, there’s no more tea.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay. I just want to pee.”&lt;br /&gt;Jake got up, and proceeded to the toilet, hands shaking with fear.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I say something to rhyme but It comes out wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Will I get beaten up? Will they sing me a song?!?!&lt;br /&gt;What the??!? IT”S WORSENING! IT”S EVEN IN MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, now Jake knew a escape path was his to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran out into the streets, and saw a sign, reading “Way out”.&lt;br /&gt;He ran for the path, bumping into someone who screamed, “YOU LOUT!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got out, he finally escaped, he stopped rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;That was when he realized, a part of him actually liked it&lt;br /&gt;He liked the rhyming and the bizarreness.&lt;br /&gt;It gave life so much- Zest- so much- Uniqueness, instead of the usual grind.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his escape was really to the city of rhymes, and not to escape out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosen’t everyone want to escape from normal life every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A sweet melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing you a Sweet melancholy&lt;br /&gt;Of the tale of an escapee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gullible heart was saddened&lt;br /&gt;After the wound in her heart deepedend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird stuck in a cage, with its wings clipped.&lt;br /&gt;Her sense of trust totally flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her only guiding light- Her only sibling.&lt;br /&gt;A short nudge on the winding road to - death - was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage was torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;But this was a gargantuan blunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the irony of it all;&lt;br /&gt;was that she would fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the strife,&lt;br /&gt;is that her only hope was the one who had raised the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was a monster spawned from hope?&lt;br /&gt;And gave her pain with which she could not cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed was her hope's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Money is the evil of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Let me sing you a sweet melancholy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a field,&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams become reality.&lt;br /&gt;But it has been sealed away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what a tragedy …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tale of four men.&lt;br /&gt;And their adventure to reveal this mystery&lt;br /&gt;Ventured through many lands, and even got a tan,&lt;br /&gt;Kicked dodo birds out of history! (Literally!)&lt;br /&gt;Crossed deserts and mountains,&lt;br /&gt;And even saw unicorns drinking booze from magical fountains!&lt;br /&gt;(Fantasy! Fantasy! Fantasy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were caught for felony a few times,&lt;br /&gt;But that created more enzymes! (Protease, Maltase, Lipase!)&lt;br /&gt;Then they were eaten by a killer whale,&lt;br /&gt;But when they went inside it was a – Robinson’s Sale!&lt;br /&gt;Then they fought zapping transformers,&lt;br /&gt;Which they beat with lawn mowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, they reached the gate of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Which brought them to the field.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Universe was waving in her corner,&lt;br /&gt;We had to show some appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our field!&lt;br /&gt;It was green!&lt;br /&gt;But now, it’s just a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone i don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's always at the same place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the same cafe, at the same time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think i've seen her commiting arson,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that person dosen't intertwine with this one's face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's innocently sitting there, flipping a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intricate patterns always fill her eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep, lost, forgotten, somehow she resembles me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's always staring pensively into the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at things i can't see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interstingly familiar, her behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure i've encountered it before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For  sure she's no saviour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thinking who she is makes my brain sore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just who is this woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And why does she seem so far, yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i approached her, she seemed to be finished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day she would return, when i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And would order coffee, when i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's too familiar to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What she does for me to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Plunge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, standing on the edge of the water.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious on how or when to dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But steel your heart, lest it may falter.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead; jump in, once you have that Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the water is cool to the skin,&lt;br /&gt;Or hot to the feel, It does not matter, running away here is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So break free from the shackles of fear,&lt;br /&gt;And let everything click into place, like a gear.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid; greet the water with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;For the pressure it presses onto you are good alms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know your limit, do not delve into too deep,&lt;br /&gt;And if you need to, go up to breath, lest you weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plunge is one that we all take,&lt;br /&gt;The true magic here is to find the courage to plunge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dive deeper into the water, and face your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stand on the fence, go onto either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive into the water.  Take the plunge. Do not be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;This poem is just below this post, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So Anyway, besides the poem recap, I just went for the SYF gold with honours SHOWCASE today, and well, I've gotta say i'm unimpressed. D:&lt; The first play was about asian values and I thought that was really bad. I won't say which school for fear of.. implying anything. (But i've already done that, no?) The rest were... Okay... But were lackluster in a right. I semi-enjoyed it. The only very good thing was that I skeeped classes ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to play Dotar. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace - Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7910651763721415470-2136003302232483707?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2136003302232483707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2136003302232483707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2136003302232483707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2136003302232483707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-recap.html' title='Poem Recap'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-1347320249483677766</id><published>2009-07-10T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:14:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellious post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go away.&lt;br /&gt;Let me off early.&lt;br /&gt;These iron bars dampen my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds soar outside in the clear blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, thinking 'why'.&lt;br /&gt;The incident was hard to remember, even harder to forget.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was racing, my mind dead set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I risked my life,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;And the one under my knife,&lt;br /&gt;is free to pursue wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is an acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;Hatred walks with me.&lt;br /&gt;Disdain seeks maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Anger for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want such a fate.&lt;br /&gt;I beg to be set free.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate to conform.&lt;br /&gt;I need to rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's why I'm in this predicament anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There, posted a poem. Lamentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got practically no homework this weekend, besides the fact that I need to catch up on my studies ALOT. My form teacher blew up at the class in the morning, but I've really gotten used to it. He does it alot, we being a lazy class and he being an over-achiever. I mean, He's a good form teacher and all, but not the right one for my class really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no other updates concurrently. My life right now is like a river, flowing it's boring, ultimately never-changing course. However, I'm going cosfest VIII tmrw, so that's something to be happy about. So, i'll post soon! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, visit my online story. http://forums.deletionquality.net/showthread.php?t=6055 It's up to chapter 23 or 24, and yeah. Go check it out if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace - Let me go.&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/7910651763721415470-1347320249483677766?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/1347320249483677766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=1347320249483677766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1347320249483677766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1347320249483677766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/rebellious-post.html' title='Rebellious post'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-883746751926082903</id><published>2009-07-06T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:14:09.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day~</title><content type='html'>So here I am, at home. Blogging when my friends are at sentosa like, volleyball-ing or swimming or eating pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat pizza in an hour or so, so I don't miss out on the pizza part buttt.... :3&lt;br /&gt;So I stay at home to do my homework, I've probably got 10-20 questions of A math on my side, not to mention some other things i'll have to check my note book for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm going to have some early morning dotar (not so early anymore) sessions with my other friends. I'm actually quite happy for this holiday. I can slack, but I gotta finish homework. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I suck at A math. lol. Will post again soon! Gotta post a poem, haven't done that in foreva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mugyuuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-883746751926082903?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/883746751926082903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=883746751926082903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/883746751926082903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/883746751926082903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-day.html' title='Youth Day~'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-3634557747213429633</id><published>2009-07-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:44:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't visited.</title><content type='html'>Hai. This is the creator of this here blog. I'm checking in after quite the very long. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating once again, ignore the post below this, i'm definitely gonna update now. Don't worries, people who read this, I know not many, but what the hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mugyuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-3634557747213429633?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/3634557747213429633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=3634557747213429633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/3634557747213429633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/3634557747213429633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-visited.html' title='Haven&apos;t visited.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7939261320000292306</id><published>2009-04-27T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:33:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me~</title><content type='html'>For not updating this in waaay too long! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I've been real busy, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates, i've been studying (not really) real hard for my mid-years, which is coming up next week. I've not much else to say... SO MUCH WORK D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace - Ableftaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-7939261320000292306?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7939261320000292306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7939261320000292306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7939261320000292306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7939261320000292306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive me~'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5604296004403146354</id><published>2009-01-20T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:23:51.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm checking in! There's absolutely NOTHING interesting going on in my life currently. Just the normal mundane-ness of normal school life. Boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hey, if there's any news to report, then it's the fact that i haf changed browser to Opera. It looks nice that's for one thing, and hopefully it'll work better than Firefox. (What with the fact that at times i couldn't open it. It's definitely better than IE.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, SYF is comin up, (somewhere around late march to mid april) so im gonna have three rehearsals soon. Mon wed fri, Well, as much as i am committed to this CCA, my computer time is gonna be cut down lots. Haha, i guess that's good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, have nothing else that would perk your interest right now, so bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Peace. Mundane-ness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5604296004403146354?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5604296004403146354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5604296004403146354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5604296004403146354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5604296004403146354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/01/checking-in.html' title='Checking in'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7301639728618464673</id><published>2009-01-01T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:00:37.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!~</title><content type='html'>Haha. So i AM late in posting this. It's already the end of new year's day, but.. Better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2009 will be a much better year then it's predecessor, 2008, which was full of economic crisis and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the year will bring about more anime, more manga, more knowledge, more of everything, including world peace. XD (Did i mention more anime?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i'm gonna wear long pants next year! How do i run up the stairs now? Pfft.  Oh, cos it's a new year, i thought i should change my skin, and isn't the new one awesome?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this means i can't post pics from photobucket anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's here to break my mundane chain of life. Im going for SOY 09 in JAN! Something to look forward 2! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace- HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-7301639728618464673?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7301639728618464673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7301639728618464673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7301639728618464673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7301639728618464673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!~'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-6711090389261586448</id><published>2008-12-29T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:56:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays are ending</title><content type='html'>AS IF you all hadn't noticed it yet, i shall announce that the holidays are ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i really don't mind it. For my computer has run out of things to amuse me, and School does seem like a breath of fresh air from two months at home and going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, how fast these two months have been! During the time i stayed at home, i was thinking "When will it ever end?" And now when it has ended i find myself thinking, "Why has it ended?" Oh but i am going around in circles like a dog chasing it's tail would, so i will stop for fearing of boring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have had you're fun! Cos it's all gonna end once school returns and books are laid across our tables. Ah yes. A new year,  a new syllabus.  *sigh* My christmas gift to you, good reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a feather in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;we try to grasp it, but it slips through our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as elusive as a butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;but as solid as steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's speed changes with our state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;but in reality, is always the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time never speeds up or slows down for man&lt;br /&gt;and what a pity that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something we never treasure,&lt;br /&gt;but also never take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only notice we run out of it when we don't want it to,&lt;br /&gt;and notice that it does not run out when we do want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the ever-changing creature called Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace- But you cannot have everything you want your way right?&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/7910651763721415470-6711090389261586448?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/6711090389261586448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=6711090389261586448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6711090389261586448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6711090389261586448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-are-ending.html' title='The holidays are ending'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-1354659087853241648</id><published>2008-12-16T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:20:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Incarnate</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's even my new msn name (the title).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about school holidays that normal holidays just don't have, and that's A HELL LOT OF FREE TIME. And man, once you find out that DotA or GH3 (Which is really old) ain't gonna sustain you, MAN you're dead from boredom. srsly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever. I still live on. I get up, i brush my teeth, i fall down. (okay maybe not) Then i just sit at the computer for the rest of the day watching Sola and Playing Clannad and KOTOR and Spellforce2 And GH3 And Dota and etc etc. If not, i chat with my friend. I think he's linked. Yep. He is. He's SHEEP! Yeah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go my friend's house to play GHWT and Lan, (he has 3 comps. Zomg) But noooo my other friend can't come because his mum is sick. Well, not that it's his fault or anything, but now i shalt spend another day stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do. (Except look for my bro's sec 3 books, but hey, who wanna do that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is practically my daily life in the school holidays. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And getting flamed on DotA isn't very nice either haha.&lt;br /&gt;Like that can be helped if you're noob :/ Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all don't think im grumbling, cos im just updating you on my daily... no, boring daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace - I R BOREDOM INCARNATE FEAR THOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-1354659087853241648?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/1354659087853241648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=1354659087853241648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1354659087853241648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1354659087853241648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom-incarnate.html' title='Boredom Incarnate'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2018713168759546232</id><published>2008-12-12T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:46:10.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WENT TO MELAKA!</title><content type='html'>Yeahp, that's right. I went to Malacca last thursday to saturday. Sorry i took so long to make a post about it, i really just... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.. quite uneventful, and though i took many pictures, they're more or less quite... erm... the same as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P051208_1111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P051208_1111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P061208_1507.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P061208_1507.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P061208_150803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P061208_150803.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P051208_1111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P051208_1111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P061208_150803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P061208_150803.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P051208_1139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P051208_1139.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. so anyway, i stayed at the Everly resort hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. It was... well, not very good haha. My parents were saying it was CMI. Haha (CMI= Cannot make it FYI.) (FYI = For your Information BTW) (BTW = By the way FYI).  So anyway, all we did was go to TWO shopping malls, that's right. Two shopping malls, and the hotel. SOOOOO Interesting huh? /sarcasm/ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P061208_1119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P061208_1119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one shopping mall was called the Malacca megamall, (or something else, but i called it that) Which was one with more branded shops, kinda like the paragon. I called it MM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other one was the Makhota Shopping mall (which reminded me of Makoto from School days, Manga), that one was less branded, but it had baskin robbins! ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P041208_1317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P041208_1317.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ice cream is really good, it's not as nice as haagen dazs, but it's nicer than the ones in cold storage haha. Oh, and you can't find it in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Another thing of interest was this restaurant, it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P041208_1901.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P041208_1901.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibik Neo, the food that was really good nyona food :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, and last thing that was (sorta) interesting, was this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P051208_121801.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/P051208_121801.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They. Totally. Ripped. Off. Singapore. Jk jk. Haha. But i saw it then was like, "IM IN SINGAPORE AGAIN!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last interesting thing, that i bought, (With my own money :/) , is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image550.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image550.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image551.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image551.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Wire sculptures. Yay! Wewt. Cyu all at the EOY animefest tmrw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace- EOY ANIMEFEST FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-2018713168759546232?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2018713168759546232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2018713168759546232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2018713168759546232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2018713168759546232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-to-melaka.html' title='I WENT TO MELAKA!'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5448153221246132145</id><published>2008-12-01T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:01:46.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday blues</title><content type='html'>I just realised i havent posted in a long time. So right now im posting to say:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not dead. People of the world. Nor am i in prison, i am safe in my adobe. Rejoice!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not like it wasn't obvious that im still writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that i havent written in a month or so, is that my life is completely uninteresting, the (probably) most interesting thing that has happened during my hols is that a moth the size of a matured sparrow flew into our house. And scared my dad witless. Boy was that funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, my life has been like an excerpt from Harry Potter and the deathly hallows, draggy and boring. (By excerpt, i mean all the boring and draggy parts of the book.) Speaking of which, i thought the ending was really unsatisfying, the epilogue wasn't very good at all. What happened to Luna? Lupin and Tonk's Son? And many other characters. Which i shan't list. Anyway, sorry for that spoiler ^ but yeah, this is just my opinion, and others may have thought "use your imagination" for which i reply with "I already did that throughout the whole book."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, i'll be leaving my home and going to Melaka, which is around a two hour drive away from my house. On the dates of this thursday to this saturday. Woohoo. Yay. Oh the joy. Euphoria i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and on another, more important note, the EOY anime fest is coming to expo next saturday, 13th december. The bad thing is that i do NOT know the name of this and when i talk to my frens about it, i just say EOY Anime fest. Hopefully, it has another name which i have not uncovered yet, or that is just it's name. ^ Anyway, if you ever discover it's real name (if it has one) then please tag me to inform me. Many thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is no other news. (I dont think there's anything else worth of mention, except the fact that my albino Coi Fish has passed away) Then i shall bid you adieu, farewell, and until we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace - See you in my next post.&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/7910651763721415470-5448153221246132145?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5448153221246132145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5448153221246132145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5448153221246132145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5448153221246132145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-blues.html' title='Holiday blues'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8023484591965690635</id><published>2008-10-26T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:57:45.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cups; YOUR DOOM</title><content type='html'>Okay i seriously have nothing else better to post so im going to post to you a few different cups. FIRST IT"S DA DEMON CUP!!!!!(made by me. Period)&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Demoncup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Demoncup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Yeah. Ownage. DEMON! So DEMONIC. Then it's the completey opposite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;THE ADORABLE ELEPHANT CUP!!!!!!!!!!1111!! (Made by Ignatius my friend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elephantcup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/elephantcup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;AND THEN A HOT CHOCOLATE CUP (MADE BY GLORIA JEANS ZOMG.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Hotchocolatecup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Hotchocolatecup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;AND THEN MY MP3 GOT POSSESED BY THE DEMON CUP (I KNOW YOU'RE LIKE, "ZOMGWTHBBQ" RIGHT NOW.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mp3possesedbydemoncup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/mp3possesedbydemoncup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Yeah. Awesome. Then you have the demon and elephant cup together. They look nice as a couple right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=demonandelephantcup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/demonandelephantcup.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;AAAAANNNNYYWAAAAYYY. My hols are here, so im probably going to have absolutely NOTHING REMOTELY INTELLIGHENT (SEE I CAN'T EVEN SPELL PROPERLY XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;BUT IT MAY BE FUNNY. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAYBE. MAYBE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace- CUPS!&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/7910651763721415470-8023484591965690635?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8023484591965690635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8023484591965690635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8023484591965690635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8023484591965690635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/10/cups-your-doom.html' title='The Cups; YOUR DOOM'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5398470454454340156</id><published>2008-10-20T20:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:48:37.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happenings.</title><content type='html'>My holidays are here! Okay, well, not yet but soon. Soon. REAL Soon. Pity the secondary 4's though. They're gonna have (or are having) their O's. On to other news, on my recent exams, i've done, Suprisingly, Well! Hallelujah (if that's how you spell it XD) The pressure for exam testing procedures were like this, let's bring in Ken, Twinkle, Relira, and Claire. And me of course. (If you have forgotten that i always do this, and are thinking, "Who in the world are these people?" Then go to that history tab next to that blog tab, and above that credits tab, and go to May 2008, then go to the post which is the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper first post"&lt;/span&gt; Kay. Then you'll know, if you cannot be bothered, just think of them as characters in a book in which im trying to potray my life in.) (oh yeah, i go to an all-boys school, so Relira and Claire shouldnt be there but.. oh well.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first i went to school, and for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some unknown reason &lt;/span&gt;i was quite excited to get my exam marks back. Not nervous, but estactic. I don't know why. ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, Relira and Ken were shaking in their boots/shoes. (my friends really did that.) And Twinkle was indifferent. Claire was chasing a little spec of dust in her eye, with her own eye (?). (This is a true story.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, assembly went on blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and then i arrived at my classroom. Hurrah. Then we started getting our scripts back. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE BY ONE. &lt;/span&gt; I think at this point Relira fell off her chair. So first, we got our math exam.  A!1~~~~~ 88 marks. woot. Twinkle practically jumped on his table and posed like a saturday night fever man when he got 95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire stared blankly at her exam paper at whispered to herself "yay" when she got 100. (okay noone actually got this XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken however, i think he dented his table when he headbutted it in frustration of only getting 51.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relira, she decomposed in her chair because her exam script &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hadn't been marked yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay then etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got all our exams scripts back! Twinkle, well, his eyes were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twinkling&lt;/span&gt; with joy. He got 6 a1s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken, well, No A1s. (Ken: BUT I GOT 4 A2'S HAH.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire was the same, distracted by small things and all, even though she had topped the level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relira was in her corner, thinking of happy things. (she only got 4 a1s. aimed for 5.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me, well, i got 5 A1's!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English: 76.1 A1! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese: 45. D7 D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography: 75 A1 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History: 62 b4 &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literature: 74.7 A1 (round up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics: 88 A1 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science: 78.5 A1 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Design and technology: 66. b3 :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Happy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TheFirstMeeting.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/TheFirstMeeting.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, this is something i drew. tell me if it's nice :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace- 5 A1's!!! WOOT&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/7910651763721415470-5398470454454340156?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5398470454454340156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5398470454454340156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5398470454454340156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5398470454454340156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/10/happenings.html' title='The Happenings.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8424312116918105003</id><published>2008-10-09T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:47:07.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D: (non smiling face)</title><content type='html'>I've been having exams. And then now i come back and i look at my cbox, it's half full of flaming messages, and half full of messages of Andrew (cousin!) protecting me. And Calvin too. Thanks cousin! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like. What in the world? i come back and see all these stupid messages (though they're all of last month's, i should check it and ban ppl more.) So anyway, i deleted them. Except the Andrew ones. :D (smiley face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. That's all for now, i'll post when i actually have something to Post about.... Sigh. OKay. Bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace- Like. What in the world?&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/7910651763721415470-8424312116918105003?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8424312116918105003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8424312116918105003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8424312116918105003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8424312116918105003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/10/d-non-smiling-face.html' title='D: (non smiling face)'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7053025723698875052</id><published>2008-10-01T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:34:20.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light engulfs you whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life rushes through your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you feel what words cannot say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You come of age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set into the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education is your cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowledge in your being has swirled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You now reach the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You work for wage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust is a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Others send you into a rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The book of your life reaches its end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weak and Frail, mind in a fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sicknesses you have to fend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Body like a broken cog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast, yet complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A thorough eradication of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is no mean feat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fate grips you admist strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus the never ending circle Doth continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your cadaver decomposes and is given to plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which then becomes a herbivore's avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which in turn fills a carnivore's wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None can escape this circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In memorium of a person in the sky.&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/7910651763721415470-7053025723698875052?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7053025723698875052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7053025723698875052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7053025723698875052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7053025723698875052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/10/circle.html' title='The Circle'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-827671534198077643</id><published>2008-09-08T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:00:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography project for the main dish, and a 'lil bit 'o masks on the side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay Okay, i promise this post won't just be about a poem. (Though it has one haha) Well, anyway, i finally got the video for my geography project! And it's not bad! So, as promised, i will let all of you see it. And just think, at least 60 hours of work went into this, (Broken up by three people, and the animations are all FRAME BY FRAME. The graph is i think... 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6 images? REALLY HARD. Even the asher one is. Like wow. So much hard work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;o yeah. Didja like it? I hope you all start saving the Earth! Cos it's the only one we got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3aaf24a25db573b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3aaf24a25db573b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D246FB08388BBCCE9122239A2075DE9ADDAE2F98.1199492549C805575B722E5AFFBCA0C5E0B1025%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3aaf24a25db573b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Xw9D6SAZa1jJkSA_yqUmHN96NE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3aaf24a25db573b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D246FB08388BBCCE9122239A2075DE9ADDAE2F98.1199492549C805575B722E5AFFBCA0C5E0B1025%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3aaf24a25db573b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Xw9D6SAZa1jJkSA_yqUmHN96NE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Ah.. Sigh. my one week holiday has ended. Haha. It was so fast... Man... i wish i had a longer holiday. Oh well, End-years are right around the corner, so im going to go to MY corner, and study! :( Cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Peace- here's the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Many a mask, each a different emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;This one's happy, that one's sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;This one's angry, that one's mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we wear a mask? Each a different notion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;To conceal one's face? Or to hide one's shame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to look good? Or to show off one's shame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone has a thousand masks, each one not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rich,poor,weak,strong,famous and even the lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;We all utilise them, each one at a different time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;One when meeting the leaders of the world, one when committing a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;For example, the connected person must have many masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;using different ones with different people, and while doing different tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;If a picture speaks a thousand words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then a mask must speak none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;But, everyone does lost their mask sometime in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;And only when you shed your mask, is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;when you actually start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-827671534198077643?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d3aaf24a25db573b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/827671534198077643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=827671534198077643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/827671534198077643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/827671534198077643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/09/geography-project-for-main-dish-and-lil.html' title='Geography project for the main dish, and a &apos;lil bit &apos;o masks on the side'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8303507910105261621</id><published>2008-08-31T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:15:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Plunge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, standing on the edge of the water.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious on how or when to dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But steel your heart, lest it may falter.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead; jump in, once you have that Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the water is cool to the skin,&lt;br /&gt;Or hot to the feel, It does not matter, running away here is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So break free from the shackles of fear,&lt;br /&gt;And let everything click into place, like a gear.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid; greet the water with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;For the pressure it presses onto you are good alms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know your limit, do not delve into too deep,&lt;br /&gt;And if you need to, go up to breath, lest you weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plunge is one that we all take,&lt;br /&gt;The true magic here is to find the courage to plunge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dive deeper into the water, and face your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stand on the fence, go onto either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive into the water.  Take the plunge. Do not be afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi again everyone, im sorry that i haven't posted since.... well, since a long time (even i can't remember, so it must be long haha.) But the thing is, i've had no time/internet to post! My internet went down for a week. SO sad, and also, i've been doing my geog project video, which i will soon post up here when i have a copy of it, for now, just read the poem lol. Sigh. My holidays are here, and i should be happy. But for some reason, im really nervous, maybe it's cos of the fact that this holiday has to be used up for studying.... (Sigh. Again) Oh well, im off to go sulk in my corner and study. Wait for the geog video guys! It may even be posted on youtube 8D~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace~Barcelona~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-8303507910105261621?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8303507910105261621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8303507910105261621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8303507910105261621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8303507910105261621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/08/plunge.html' title='The Plunge'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7507740893018156875</id><published>2008-08-11T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:05:46.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious? Retards.</title><content type='html'>I watched batman on the opening day of The olympics. And woah it was good.really. I'd even say it was better than cheeseburgers. But it is. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that is really retarded, Is the stupid people who keep copying joker, i know we all know he's an amazing (zomgwthBBQ) character, but - Come on! I mean, if everyone keeps saying "WHY SO SERIOUS?!!?" In the joker tone, well, that would be just be copying right, all you stupid copycats out there listen up! WHY YOU SO SERIOUS ABOUT SAYING WHY SO SERIOUS!?!?? You watching the movie already, and now you gotta - JUST GOTTA keep saying joker's catch phrase? Now Joker is not a unique character anymore. Oh my gawsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Didn't you think it was super good? So gooD! If you don't watch it, it's like not watching Transformers and iron man in the cinema. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, who watched hellboy? It was really good wasn't it? (Not as good as batman, but more action.) Well, the story wasn't really good. First one was better, but the action was good. And it was very fun.ny. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, ima leave now, have a nice national day holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace - WHY SO SERIOUS?!~?!? *Joker comes out from nowhere and slaps the person who copied him*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-7507740893018156875?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7507740893018156875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7507740893018156875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7507740893018156875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7507740893018156875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious-retards.html' title='Why so serious? Retards.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8015757652160764737</id><published>2008-08-01T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:12:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone i Don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone i don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this person, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's always at the same place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the same cafe, at the same time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think i've seen her commiting arson,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that person dosen't intertwine with this one's face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's innocently sitting there, flipping a dime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intricate patterns always fill her eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep, lost, forgotten, somehow she resembles me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's always staring pensively into the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at things i can't see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interstingly familiar, her behaviour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure i've encountered it before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For  sure she's no saviour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thinking who she is makes my brain sore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just who is this woman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And why does she seem so far, yet so near.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i approached her, she seemed to be finished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And left. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day she would return, when i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And would order coffee, when i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's too familiar to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What she does for me to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-8015757652160764737?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8015757652160764737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8015757652160764737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8015757652160764737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8015757652160764737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-i-dont-know.html' title='Someone i Don&apos;t know'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2727770390041671600</id><published>2008-07-28T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:43:17.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve.</title><content type='html'>Hello all my peoplesz out there reading ze blog! How are y'all? Last saturday... ermm... erm.. what was it..? the 26th! Ah yes. Anyway, so it was very like, nature like and stuff. (Right....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? All the foliage and stuff. It was the same as walking through a forest, not to mention all the mosquito bites. So anyway, we first when to the Mangrove part of the field trip (ACS (BR) and PLMGS.) So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, this part wasn't very interesting, it was just, muddy, and alot of screaming about mudskippers and stuff. My friend felt mean so he curled up his paper and nudged a girl's ear; She thought it was an insect and screamed! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fren also found this, which later he accidentally dropped into the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What a doltz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path's overhead 'ceiling' looked like this. Very natural, quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image480.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one was kinda stupid, cos i dint even catch a glimpse of a croc.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you know in that pond inside the post above, i saw a terapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I saved the best for last! We actually got to see, (and touch,) a real live monitor lizard! A small baby one! It was being attacked by ants, so the tour guide put it inside a tupperware, and let us take a look. (A girl really killed my ear at this part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was a fat one somewhere else sunbathing. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to use a datalogger, though i don't think i'll use one again, all the equipment is like, really expensive. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, funnier stuff happened, but it's quite embarrasing, (For me and friends) to say. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;*Zip*&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Goodbye Joel, from CG, we had a farewell party for him. Have a nice time at your new church, (AC Barker Methodist) Sigh. The irony, a sad occasion which was so happy..&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,If y'all come across Sungei Buloh, give it 'er try! It's not so bad, what i showed you is probably only half or a quarter! Just keep your voice down or the animals will leave. (No i'm serious.) So like, when talking, talk thru telepathy. *WoooooW* Or sign language. I mean, if someone went into your house and started to talk loudly and rubbishly (?) wouldn't you leave? So yeah. Be in the eyes of the animal. They may even attack. (I'm just kidding) So, yeah. See you when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTD (Random thought of the day) : Smile Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace - Monitor lizards VS Komodo Dragons. Who will win?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-2727770390041671600?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2727770390041671600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2727770390041671600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2727770390041671600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2727770390041671600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/sungei-boloh-nature-reserve.html' title='Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-6988432550563527426</id><published>2008-07-20T08:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:29:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floorball</title><content type='html'>Last friday, on the 18th of July, my school had their 'annual' inter-house games day. Where the houses of the school battled head to head in whatever sports the student indulges himself in. Me you ask? Well, if you hadn't guessed by the title, it's floorball. What's floorball you ask? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floorball"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floorball&lt;/a&gt; there. lol. Im sorry, it's too hard to explain that it's a variation of hockey. Anyway, it was really fun, i was goalkeep but got to play once, unfortunately, i couldn't score any goals cos well, no chances, not very good, my team at that time wasn't as good as the normal one to let me get a goal (A lousy player like me) (Yes we have one main team which won, but there were other people in the team which we had to sub in. Actually, not had, just you know, let everyone try. :D) SO.. yeah. Our team won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Floorballtrophy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Floorballtrophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Floorballplate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Floorballplate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i had to edit the plate or you wouldn't be able to see the words. Yeah. sooo... The game. Right. My team played SUPERBLY. So well, that i only had to save... say... about 10 times? While the other teams had to save like, alot more. lol. My team was so good, that they usually kept the ball at the other team's side, which made me feel quite useless, but i never let anything in when the ball came. I think only once or twice. Anyway, The sad thing was when we battled the much-huger much-tougher SUPER-speeded much-older Teachers. We lost 1-3. I won't go into detail. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, whenever you guys are free, you should go to the people in my links! *Specially Shafi* They're cool. And they're funny. Yeah.... Soo.... i'll see you next time when i run into something i wanna post, like running into a Post box! Okay that was lame. Anyway, Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought of the day: Wood you like some wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- floorballing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-6988432550563527426?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/6988432550563527426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=6988432550563527426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6988432550563527426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6988432550563527426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/floorball.html' title='Floorball'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5591783228624309210</id><published>2008-07-15T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:31:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a look on a recent thought.</title><content type='html'>The earth buckled beneath the weight of his cermite boots. He ran across the battlefield, energy rifle, charged and ready, to decimate his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Girl with Ice-Blue hair which popped out of her green visor/helmet, and she also had a rifle in her hands. But it was larger, and she was swaying slightly from side to side at it's sheer weight. (*Note: go read the "Proper first post" In may, just go to history in the nav bars, then to may 2008, then scroll downwards, don't read the posts of "Arias" and "Finish" And all the long stories, they're waay to boring, but the ones with pics aren't so bad. Remember, "Proper first post" If you don't know who the girl with ice blue hair is. End of note*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, with red hair squeezing out of the gaps in his helmet, swung the energy rifle to face the girl, and fired, a long beam of red penetrating the sky, rippling the earth beneath it, sending debris flying across the battlefield. But, no matter how powerful it looked, once it touched the girl, it merely dissipated. Th-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT A SECOND!" A Brown-haired catgirl rips the scene in half, and continues to shout, "HEY! WHY DOES RELIRA AND KYO GET SUCH COOL STUFF? WHERE AM I?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Now we see a catgirl in a building near the battle, curling up in a ball of cowardice-&lt;br /&gt;"HEY! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! I WANNA BE &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; THAT BATTLE!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh hush. You'll get your turn soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;"WHY NOT NOW!?" (In the midst of all this, Relira and Kyo look at the two arguing, with jaws dropped. Then they exit----stage left!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay... "hey you! i'm not finished yet! Come back here you dumb creator! I'm warnin-" (Dashes at the speed of light to another place) Okay. Well.. on to buisness. It seems that my cousin is taking part in battle of the bands! I don't reallly know what it is, but i wanna go. Cos my cuz is inside, yes he's the one in my links. Okay. All for now. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought of the day: Protease!Maltase!Lipase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace - Amigos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5591783228624309210?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5591783228624309210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5591783228624309210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5591783228624309210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5591783228624309210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-look-on-recent-thought.html' title='Just a look on a recent thought.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-1370460970669355369</id><published>2008-07-12T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:57:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Festival</title><content type='html'>YES! My team won for Literature Festival!!! YAY ACS BARKER! And we only had two days to rehearse! WEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Y'see, we entered for the poetry slam part of the festival. And won! Wow. Was it nerve wrecking, after we finished reading our poem (We were first up, cos of ACS.) all we could do was wait for all the other teams to finish and seeing their scores was... well... really nervous for us. So anyway- it comprised of three rounds, where we won the third round. cos (i think) They don't tabulate scores. So here it is! The Trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Poetryslamtrophy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Poetryslamtrophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Trophyplate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Trophyplate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=poetryslamplate.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/poetryslamplate.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K i got the better picture, but here's what the plate says anyway):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Year National Youth Poetry Slam League Competition&lt;br /&gt;The national Youth Literature Festival 2008&lt;br /&gt;First Position&lt;br /&gt;Presented by Word Forward Limited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group: Me (randall), Dennis, Reuben, Shafi and Justin. + Teacher, Ms. Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know what pissed us off?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we won first position, so you'd think that it would be like, and in first place we have..... ACS BARKER ROAD! Then everyone cheers and all the other barker people go like, crazy. BUT the STUPID organisers made the announcing guy tell us to all go up and like, get our trophies at one shot. Because, Because right- well, he said that we won by decimal points and stuff and blah blah, organisers thought it would be better if we all just got the trophies together. blah blah. But it looked like we drew! Like, SUPER AKWARD Standing up there with two other groups.... But we got first! it says there on the cup, and a judge smsed my teacher and told her that we were the outright winners!&lt;br /&gt;so it's like:&lt;br /&gt;1st position: ACS BARKER ROAD!&lt;br /&gt;2nd position: MGS.&lt;br /&gt;3rd position: Hwa Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it wasn't like.. officially said. At least we know we won. Yay! Anyway, the rest of the post will be the three poems used. Knock yourself out. Have a Mochi nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought of the day: Gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Literacy~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st round: A poem which has the theme: "Singapore's voices", or "The Earth speaks", (Earth's voices)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a field,&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams become reality.&lt;br /&gt;But it has been sealed away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what a tragedy …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tale of four men.&lt;br /&gt;And their adventure to reveal this mystery&lt;br /&gt;Ventured through many lands, and even got a tan,&lt;br /&gt;Kicked dodo birds out of history! (Literally!)&lt;br /&gt;Crossed deserts and mountains,&lt;br /&gt;And even saw unicorns drinking booze from magical fountains!&lt;br /&gt;(Fantasy! Fantasy! Fantasy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were caught for felony a few times,&lt;br /&gt;But that created more enzymes! (Protease, Maltase, Lipase!)&lt;br /&gt;Then they were eaten by a killer whale,&lt;br /&gt;But when they went inside it was a – Robinson’s Sale!&lt;br /&gt;Then they fought zapping transformers,&lt;br /&gt;Which they beat with lawn mowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, they reached the gate of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Which brought them to the field.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Universe was waving in her corner,&lt;br /&gt;We had to show some appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our field!&lt;br /&gt;It was green!&lt;br /&gt;But now, it’s just a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The field,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Randall Wee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd round: a poem by a local writer/poet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During Hari Raya she knocks on my conscience,&lt;br /&gt;I knock on her door and I give her cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she likes them and gives me&lt;br /&gt;Sweets with gelatine inside. I throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;Poor woman, dosen’t know how to make cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Her children eat Maggi after school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the elder one is in Normal stream&lt;br /&gt;And the younger one can’t spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was her age I wouldn’t be wearing shorts at home.&lt;br /&gt;No shame, she dosen’t know how to hide her womanhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the children are naughty and I beat them&lt;br /&gt;I close the door: I hear she’s a gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she beats her children harder than I do&lt;br /&gt;What to do her children are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I once heard her scream she wanted to kill herself.&lt;br /&gt;These people never value their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times I see her I smile and she smiles back&lt;br /&gt;And her children smile and call me auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in our hands we hold with fists clenched tight&lt;br /&gt;The keys to our homes, each night we slam the bolt shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neighbours,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Alfian Sa’at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd round: An original piece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Batman Theme is hummed in background)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the power of invisibility I could go wherever I wan to places where no one will see me or steal a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go to the girl’s locker room or steal from the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d go to the land of magical shrooms and make people stare at nothing but blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d want another power a little teleportation god knows it’s the best form of transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the merlion to the Eiffel Tower we need a getaway when were seen when that happens we go vrrooom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishful Thinking,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Shafi Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-1370460970669355369?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/1370460970669355369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=1370460970669355369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1370460970669355369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1370460970669355369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/literature-festival.html' title='Literature Festival'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2339098178357822851</id><published>2008-07-10T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:41:30.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me sing you a Sweet melancholy&lt;br /&gt;Of the tale of an escapee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gullible heart was saddened&lt;br /&gt;After the wound in her heart deepedend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird stuck in a cage, with its wings clipped.&lt;br /&gt;Her sense of trust totally flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her only guiding light- Her only sibling.&lt;br /&gt;A short nudge on the winding road to - death - was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage was torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;But this was a gargantuan blunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the irony of it all;&lt;br /&gt;was that she would fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the strife,&lt;br /&gt;is that her only hope was the one who had raised the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was a monster spawned from hope?&lt;br /&gt;And gave her pain with which she could not cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed was her hope's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Money is the evil of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Let me sing you a sweet melancholy~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There. Done. Phew. If you're wondering why im posting all these poems is because of the fact that these are rejects from the poems i made for litfest. *smile* *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooooo... Nothing interestin' happenin' to me right now... soo.... Yeah. Going to play computer now.... I'll post a random post next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought of the day: Hulk eating cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- i'll see you when i see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-2339098178357822851?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2339098178357822851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2339098178357822851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2339098178357822851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2339098178357822851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-melancholy.html' title='A Sweet Melancholy'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-1290542974492255850</id><published>2008-07-08T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:04:09.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>... I've been reading Harry potter since the last month of last year. I know you're all thinking either "i could've read those lightweight books in a week!" or "Who's Harry Potter?" Okay, he's a fantastical character - a wizard. So yeah, reading all 7 of them in a row is really boring. I'm currently at number 6 and am very bored after first chapter. I'm thinking of moving to another book (Which is very appealing) Or to just continue reading. See if i don't continue and read the other book, i lose my train of thought and forget what i've read, though it's just 1 book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Give me your suggestions in the tag box. Press that tagger button, yes the one on the screen. And then you all know what to do (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought of the day: Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Books...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-1290542974492255850?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/1290542974492255850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=1290542974492255850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1290542974492255850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1290542974492255850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5315031403498517039</id><published>2008-07-07T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:17:16.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is at war.</title><content type='html'>Right now, at this very instant. I am listening to Cobra Starship. Yes. They may be KINDA Unknown. But they aren't. And now you know them. Go check out &lt;em&gt;City is at war&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Guilty pleasure at Youtube (both songs.) (they also did that song for snakes on a plane)&lt;/em&gt;They're really good. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNF08htoH00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNF08htoH00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto More pressing news, Did i tell you i joined litfest? i frgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....i have absolutely nothing to talk about. So let's look at paint dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Paint.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait- you know, for all those classical readers out there, you should read the book called "Gone with the wind." Really. I'm not joking. NO really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. today haf 2 go back 2 school for rehearsal (for litfest). And 2day's a public holiday, well it's not like i really mind... If i stay at home the whole day again i'll die. Again. Well, here's a poem i made for litfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rhyming City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a city,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Mississippi,&lt;br /&gt;A hidden city, which no one finds,&lt;br /&gt;But merely step into it, blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a man named Jake,&lt;br /&gt;He came across this city,&lt;br /&gt;On his way to a lake,&lt;br /&gt;And realized, he wasn’t anymore in Mississippi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was bright and the buildings tall&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy; everyone was having a ball.&lt;br /&gt;However, something was absurdly wrong in the town&lt;br /&gt;Everything rhymed, every sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novels, which he browsed in stores,&lt;br /&gt;Conversations, which he heard in shores.&lt;br /&gt;And even sound, like bada-bing-bada-boom&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know, this was to be his doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked through the bizarre town full of alarming things&lt;br /&gt;He even saw a man with a head shaped like a duckling&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he rang the doorbell for a house.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Hello? I am Jake, and am wearing a blouse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had not intended to say that, but it seemed he HAD to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;The door opened, and a woman brought him in, looking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;She turned to him, her face looking warm. “Would you like tea?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. And for a side dish, bring me a pea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned and walked away. This was way too bizarre for Jake.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was a dream, and everything here was fake.&lt;br /&gt;He pinched himself, and oh did it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;He gasped in pain, and grabbed his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman came in again, and said, “I’m sorry, there’s no more tea.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay. I just want to pee.”&lt;br /&gt;Jake got up, and proceeded to the toilet, hands shaking with fear.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I say something to rhyme but It comes out wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Will I get beaten up? Will they sing me a song?!?!&lt;br /&gt;What the??!? IT”S WORSENING! IT”S EVEN IN MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, now Jake knew a escape path was his to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran out into the streets, and saw a sign, reading “Way out”.&lt;br /&gt;He ran for the path, bumping into someone who screamed, “YOU LOUT!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got out, he finally escaped, he stopped rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;That was when he realized, a part of him actually liked it&lt;br /&gt;He liked the rhyming and the bizarreness.&lt;br /&gt;It gave life so much- Zest- so much- Uniqueness, instead of the usual grind.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his escape was really to the city of rhymes, and not to escape out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosen’t everyone want to escape from normal life every now and then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brilliant isn't it? Haha. Just kiddin'. I hoped you liked it. And please. TAG ME! &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND WHY THE HELL DID NADAL WIN???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The consistently heartstopping 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5-7), 6-7 (8-10), 9-7 classic began at 2.35pm and thanks to a couple of breaks for rain (surely necessary for the spectators to catch their breath), it ended at 9.15pm with the 22-year-old from Mallorca dropping to the ground with his arms outstretched in celebration. YAERGH! WHY FEDERER?!?! WHY DID YOU LET HIM WIN!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! WHYYYYYY!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- The city is at war.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5315031403498517039?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5315031403498517039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5315031403498517039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5315031403498517039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5315031403498517039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-is-at-war.html' title='The World Is at war.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2451916900978946411</id><published>2008-07-03T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:43:32.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recorder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an old recorder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's behaviour's kind of queer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;listens to hardly any order&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and speaks like a seer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's more or less at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting down and passing the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it speaks the same lines again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and is not much taller than a gnome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily, it never does any crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and advising others is its game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This old recorder, really is a recorder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never steps out of place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeats the same lines day and night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time in a different order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile is frequently on its face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And resents every fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But alas, it does forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes what people do say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand faces it has met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most forgotten in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh this old recorder, i really do love it so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's part of high maintainence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i have to bend low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still, it isn't there for my convenience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's one thing that i love alot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt; This is a poem i made about someone, who i wont tell you about, haha.  Maybe alot of people out there can relate to me. (Cry). Oh well, it's not so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway, I'm going to participate in Litfest! (literature fest) As a poetry slam guy. Wooooo~~~~ In case you don't know what that is, go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and check it out. Just type "Poetry Slam". Solid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- To be or not to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-2451916900978946411?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2451916900978946411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2451916900978946411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2451916900978946411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2451916900978946411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/07/recorder.html' title='The Recorder.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-6304454106480535300</id><published>2008-06-30T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:26:40.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ComicCon 2008</title><content type='html'>Comic con 08! Woooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can tell, i went to comic con at the suntec city convetion center. :D Well, it wasn't what i expected really, not much comics, more buyables. Toys, Busts, Figurines, etc etc. Less comics. Though it's dubbed "comicon" it's actually a toy &amp;amp; comic convention.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662993126438226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SGjc2Q8AtVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n-vGHTSJfVY/s400/Image(425).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a SUPER COOLIO IRON MAN BUST! (though it costs a whopping sum of $1,260 buckaroos.) It was super crowded though, and trying to navigate through was like trying to navigate through a sale which a department store is giving everything away for free. (Wait, won't everything be gone after awhile?) Well, you get the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then, me and Shafi walked around once, Cos SOME PEOPLE (Looks at parents suspiciously)kept me on a tight time leash. So in the end i just bought stikfas&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662999977179234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SGjc2qdWuGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/43UdrALiwA0/s400/Image(427).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217663004871124354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SGjc28sKZYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YY1ZwWeKnk4/s400/Image(428).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217663008155661538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SGjc3I7QdOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PaIke1TDiyc/s400/Image(429).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217663011897394802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SGjc3W3WxnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/znwvYFe93U0/s400/Image(435).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then i had an animated conversation with my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anonymous: So... Do you think that....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anonymous: Fish will one day be able to go onto land and like, kill everyone by breathing fire?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Wha-?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anonymous: Well, the reason why fish blow bubbles is actually because they are breathing fire, and since they are technically underwater, bubbles come out so... you get my point righ'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: .....Heheh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anonymous: I'm serious. Totally. Dude. Psychadelic. Groovy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: *stares blankly into space*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then a unicorn came out of nowhere and started to neigh. MOOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaaaayyyy... So.. anyway. See you next time. I might write abt my characters next time. Don't forget to tag me! Bye bye now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Neigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-6304454106480535300?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/6304454106480535300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=6304454106480535300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6304454106480535300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6304454106480535300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/comiccon-2008.html' title='ComicCon 2008'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SGjc2Q8AtVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n-vGHTSJfVY/s72-c/Image(425).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5939498576467591964</id><published>2008-06-25T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:34:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palindrome &amp; Trapped in the Drive-Thru</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nej4xJe4Tdg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nej4xJe4Tdg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a video full of Palindromes, it's by Weird Al&lt;br /&gt;And urh. Yeah. Unicorn. Got not much too post. Nothing much happenin'. Yeah. Right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmGVYki-oyQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmGVYki-oyQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this too. IT"S REALLY FUNNY. THo it's 11 minutes. Quite annoying but i laughed like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Did i mention the drive-thru?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5939498576467591964?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5939498576467591964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5939498576467591964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5939498576467591964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5939498576467591964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/palindrome.html' title='Palindrome &amp; Trapped in the Drive-Thru'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8700257942054976897</id><published>2008-06-16T16:36:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:02:09.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What went down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image250.jpg" width="626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit: I finally managed to make it work)Okay, so here's the lowdown. The place i went to is... You have to guess haha! By the way, be ready to use some time to read the whole post. Sorry wanted y'all to see the most. i took like a gabazillion pictures. so be sure to have at least 15 minutes or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went there from the 8th of June, Sunday, till the 13th, Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when i first landed, i went to check in to the hotel, look at the lobby!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Dalobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, then i went to my room, it was okay. BUT IT ONLY HAD ONE TOILET FOR MY FAMILY OF FIVE. AND THE STUPID SHOWER ONLY SPRAYED REALLY COLD OR REALLY HOT WATER. ANd the water pressure, it's only enough to wash a snail. I mean, i took 15 minutes or so to wash my hair? and mine's not long. My sister's took like, half an hour or something.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the living room. It's not bad eh? We also had a kitchen and oven.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Then we went outside. most buildings look like this.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Buildings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the birds were DAMN FAT! FAT! Like roly polys.&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Fatbirds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it was very cold. So who could blame them? haha.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't got much pics of the first day tho.. pretty uneventful. But, i saw the most bizzare thing ever.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that^? It's Sunglasses, and they've been pasted (Or frozen) To the Pole! HAHA! It reminded me of a certain shadow lol. :D but it still made me laugh alot. Well, that's it for Day 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day, monday, 9th june, We went for a tour, the great ocean road tour. I had this for bkfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't bad, but was kinda bland after the top got eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the bus came and we went off, on a damn long bus ride which i fell asleep on :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first stop was a tea break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image261.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me bro and Sis in the background. My mum took the pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image258.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coast was kind of nice. And the clouds were nicer in the real pic. Real bright and stuff. dunno what's wrong in the pic tho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went back on the bus, which had many people from many places. There were two guys from england, where one of them was quite weird... But nice. But weird. ^^ Then there was the mexican woman too! which i saw a few days later. anyways, the bus ride went on, the road was had so many curves that i was going to be sick. Thought i was gonna puke a few times, but hey, i din't! HAH! Then, the bus driver, A George Arthur, who talked alot but got all his facts right, Stopped the bus for us to see a koala on a tree. My phone couldn't zoom in enough but it's that big lump in the tree (I don't have a camera, so sue me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were alot of these signs, to remind foreigners to do what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing about the sign is that, people actually took the sign away as a souvenir! I mean, Last time, people took pictures as a souvenir, but now, they just take the whole thing away!haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i found someone barbequeing something on the beach, it isnt that often in Singapore, and the thing they used was kinda cool/funny, so i took a pic o' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we moved on to a lunch break, not seeing much, mostly driving on a road which would make you puke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after lunch we walked around the town, with 15 minutes to spare. I saw this carpet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then these fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image276.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i was bored, so i wore a hat XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image275.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was this van. I know Shafi will hate me for putting this up, butt.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image281.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Chuck Norris btw. :P And the back says: "There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Chuck Norris has allowed to live."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Then we moved on, to see the twelve apostles, you know, the 12 rock formations along the great ocean road, well, you can see them in the next few pics, but i couldn't get many, cos they're stretched along the whole coast, and i only got to see a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the path was quite long, so i took a few pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me mum, contemplating life (haha) (Actually, right now, im hating singtel cos of their internet, whenever i go photobucket the internet window hangs and i've to repeat the process and it's DAMN IRRITATING. GAH. This is why this post is taking so long to come out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if the one behind them are apostles, but they look nice anyway. (mum and sis btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Apostle? Actually, i took alot of rock pictures, but can't remeber the sequence in which i took 'em ^^; so here's all the ones i chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last one was me dad under da hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image319.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's it for Day 2. WHEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Day 3, this was a shopping day, so there wasn't much to put up. But i bought snickers. AND IT"S SO BIG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Thestreets.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Thestreets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The streets, where many people fed birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ee499c93d1246b2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ee499c93d1246b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79E760198D4E3E7F0A404A391DA41BC9C2A02A5A.253113898531F070582F8552F890FE8FB4635FA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ee499c93d1246b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdfHGjC8XhITE3lP-HNf6h-y72pY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ee499c93d1246b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79E760198D4E3E7F0A404A391DA41BC9C2A02A5A.253113898531F070582F8552F890FE8FB4635FA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ee499c93d1246b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdfHGjC8XhITE3lP-HNf6h-y72pY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f781391c92e0b25f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df781391c92e0b25f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41D1E27D64440A6209F448667EABDC6FAF6FE824.756A37D8FD6F724AF79FEBDA5FC66388F9FFD754%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df781391c92e0b25f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHXZoyQLuoEe0GCVnjSl8WjCqBhE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df781391c92e0b25f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41D1E27D64440A6209F448667EABDC6FAF6FE824.756A37D8FD6F724AF79FEBDA5FC66388F9FFD754%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df781391c92e0b25f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHXZoyQLuoEe0GCVnjSl8WjCqBhE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my dad brought us into a very seedy alley which we were sure we were going to get robbed, but we din't, but i was scary. At least i got to take some pics of their 'art'. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last one being my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image350-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image350-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mister slightly devil-like smiley face ice-cream picture wraps up the ones for day 3. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4. Was when we went to see penguins. These really small ones. But before that, we traveled to some farm where i fed kangaroos and ducks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57218701e3bb5b25" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57218701e3bb5b25%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6264B0281107BAFD2DD7B877686BD9A312A26387.357A7F7CA8C40E448F1A98C375C7FFC2A3A09D8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57218701e3bb5b25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaU7_UE-vthZtbpkZyn9uGJkOYk4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57218701e3bb5b25%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6264B0281107BAFD2DD7B877686BD9A312A26387.357A7F7CA8C40E448F1A98C375C7FFC2A3A09D8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57218701e3bb5b25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaU7_UE-vthZtbpkZyn9uGJkOYk4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-888031173eb927c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D888031173eb927c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A5DF2D1EE06EFA79102BC23CF1E1EA320C8D124.386B38024633F49FC5CCB6FAEBD102888F7FC773%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D888031173eb927c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxUJGyEIFONYJs_cvNMcjmM5GjUE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D888031173eb927c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A5DF2D1EE06EFA79102BC23CF1E1EA320C8D124.386B38024633F49FC5CCB6FAEBD102888F7FC773%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D888031173eb927c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxUJGyEIFONYJs_cvNMcjmM5GjUE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image359.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kangaroo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The feeding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ducks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the two Emus. So and then we moved on from that spot, and moved into a koala jungle, but frankly, i dint see any koalas ^^; must be blind, but i managed to get a picture of a gigantic one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the bus went on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun and my brother's face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went to the penguin enclosure. Now. The saddest thing (but kind of obvious) is that.... well... I couldn't take pictures of them. I wasn't allowed to. Here's the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image386.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can see, it dosent allow me does it? so, the best i can do is give you pictures of the posters. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image387.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image385.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's the end of the 4th day. The 5th day wasnt much... i have hardly any pics to show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's about it. But im sure you're all tired of the photos anyway, i would be :P. So let's just wrap it up with the photos on the last day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw people make candy, and i brought some back they're quite nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought a hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sister with hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me with hat :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image407.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LORD OF THE FRIES (ANDREW WOULD LOVE THIS) IT WAS DAMN NICE THE FRIES WERE SOOOOOO GOOD. REALLY NICE. REALLY. next time you see them just buy it, don't think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image410.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk12/Silitor/Image410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dosen't it look nice? Cos my brother INSISTED on having sauce, we had to settle for Italian sauce. Tho- im sure it would taste better without ANY sauce at all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's it! That's my holiday. Phew, finally done. Took over an hour doing this post cos of the problem which i told you all about, and Melbourne was- (drum roll) Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it was our first time half of the trip (or so) was spent traveling, walking, on the bus, et cetera. And well, most of the shope closed at 6-7pm around there, so my bro complained alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was hard finding food too. Kitchens usually closed at 3 around there, and not many restaurants stayed until 9 (Unless you know where to go, which we only did after like, the 4th day, then there's alot:D.) But, if you like Italian food and fries, then you should go, they have alot of that. But i was disappointed with their fish &amp;amp; Chips... But if you want to go sightsee, and eat good fries and italian food, then go! However, if you want shopping, most of the things there are cheaper in Singapore, but it's not bad. THere's lots of candy there too, and carpet skins. Anyway... So that's all for this post, i'll see you all around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Crikey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-8700257942054976897?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57218701e3bb5b25&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=888031173eb927c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ee499c93d1246b2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f781391c92e0b25f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8700257942054976897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8700257942054976897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8700257942054976897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8700257942054976897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-went-down.html' title='What went down.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2554384062068347496</id><published>2008-06-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:15:53.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the person to be back, yay verily~</title><content type='html'>Okay, im back. but... my photos are still bein' uploaded to the comp and photobucket&lt;br /&gt;so erm, i can't post anything without ma pics. So you gotta wait, post will be up in 2 days max. sorry for any inconveinences caused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-2554384062068347496?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2554384062068347496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2554384062068347496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2554384062068347496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2554384062068347496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/tis-person-to-be-back-yay-verily.html' title='Tis the person to be back, yay verily~'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-2777107425862604769</id><published>2008-06-07T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:07:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags packed, heart pumping, airplane's awaitin'</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the last post till i fly away, far away! It's been fun, but alas it's time for me to move away, don't worry, i ain't migratin'. Will still be here, but will be gone for awhile, who knows? there may be some guy on the plane wanting to cast people for a movie! If there's a new movie with me in it, watch it. Anyways, if i find a unicorn, i'll post it up here, and i'll take lots of pictures and show y'all.  then u can guess where i went :P so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, i seriously don't know how i will survive 8 hours on a flight, some 'o you may be sayin' "oh it ain't that long" but right now i have a slight headache, so damn. what's gonna go down? If i don't come back sane, pray for me will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the last post until 8 days or so, coming back next week, i bid you adieu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy days and findings! And have a nice one week, if my siblings bring their laptops, i'll try posting up here too. until the morrow arrives, i will be somewhere else to reside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Aeroplanes were made to kill people at the cost of saving time. Oh joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-2777107425862604769?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/2777107425862604769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=2777107425862604769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2777107425862604769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/2777107425862604769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/bags-packed-heart-pumping-airplanes.html' title='Bags packed, heart pumping, airplane&apos;s awaitin&apos;'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7258631028613808085</id><published>2008-06-06T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:04:11.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel left out</title><content type='html'>I know this isn't usually like me. But i just feel left out. *watering eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I don't know. I just do. ~Sigh~ :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- *Cry*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-7258631028613808085?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7258631028613808085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7258631028613808085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7258631028613808085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7258631028613808085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-left-out.html' title='I feel left out'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7206000757840961022</id><published>2008-06-06T09:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:56:58.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfasy mmmm</title><content type='html'>I might as well post as much as i can b4 i fly away. SO look at this! A honey filled spoon!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208578387955079874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SEiWcpbW2sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kh0-XJqqBOU/s400/Image(220).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MMm.... Honey. And then the finale~ A waffle, with lip-smacking vanilla ice-cream enshrouding the waffle, topped off with honey, creating a sweet, irresistable jelly-like covering on the ice-cream, and finally, seductive chocolate sauce poured out onto its honey covering, who could resist eating such a delectable piece of work???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208578390683038210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SEiWczlwMgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gT8Eegeb4MM/s400/Image(221).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MMMM.. lol it tastes nicer than it looks really XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH well, bye i'll see y'all again someday. Watch out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace - Spread your wings and fly away, fly away, far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-7206000757840961022?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7206000757840961022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7206000757840961022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7206000757840961022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7206000757840961022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/06/breakfasy-mmmm.html' title='Breakfasy mmmm'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SEiWcpbW2sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kh0-XJqqBOU/s72-c/Image(220).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-3190704554575864735</id><published>2008-05-25T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:08:48.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The newsreel, and other random announcments</title><content type='html'>As you can see, i have added another element to my blog. It's the newsreel in case you haven't noticed, and is getting distracted by the butterfly flying by. (Btw, if you got any news tags to add into that newsreel I.e. furniture, books, authors, etc etc. Just tell me in my cbox and i'll put it up! Anyway, i just saw something this morning and it was kinda cool, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The adventures of... FROG MAN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hop~Hop~Hoppidie hop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a frog man, like superman, i can hop!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was at a man's house today, hopping, his pond, ah, t'was was nice a bath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But forethou, i wasth distracted and went to a shiny human car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hopped around, then a shoe cabinet on the wall foreshadowed my head, as i like the sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to pounce onto it and destroy it with my amazing sliminess, but due to the latter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fell down while on the wall. Feeling defeated, and feeling watched by the human tieing shoelaces,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hopped away to my new lilipad in his pond, awaiting any evil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, the coi in the pond tried to eat me up, but i called my bird friends to save me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they did, but in the process, acidentally swallowed me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;luckily, i am frog man, so i just ripped the bird in half with my amazing frog strength,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then dropped down into the human's garden, and fell asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, the story was true until he went back to his lilipad, i really saw a frog trying to climb the wall. Spider- FRog! *DUm* *DUM **DUM**DUMMMMMM*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, whatever. Frogs can't climb walls, go figure. I wonder if someone could kick his own butt? As in, go back in time, break his/her own arm, then in the real time, he would have a deformed armpit? I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Chuck norris can slam a &lt;strong&gt;Revolving&lt;/strong&gt; door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-3190704554575864735?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/3190704554575864735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=3190704554575864735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/3190704554575864735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/3190704554575864735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/newsreel-and-other-random-announcments.html' title='The newsreel, and other random announcments'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-4752691722073573868</id><published>2008-05-25T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:41:25.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Gawd. Twinkle, as the weakest here, of course you would have problems. But the rest of us can take it in let's say... less than a minute? Just watch." &lt;/em&gt;Seth said, as he beckoned for them to scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did (except Twinkle), and were hovering around Arias, and then all shouted "Unseal" and There was a bright flash of light, and all that was left was Bob in his 'possesed' state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So he really DID merge.... Che. This might be a problem since he was one of us... ." Seth sighed, his voice belied the fact that he was smirking. He gesticulated for the rest to back off, and squared off with Bob. Bob's eyes were red, full of anger, he was now Arias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob created a axe in his hand, while Seth conjured his hammer Palladriuam, and they charged at each other, weapons in hand. At the back, as the weapons clanged and flashes of light erupted with each swing and parry, Twinkle was watching in awe from the back.&lt;br /&gt;"So this is how powerful you all are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're even better! Seth's hardly using half of his powers." Stated Relira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An in one minute, Bob was on the ground, gasping for air. Seth raised his hammer in the air, and 'smashed' his head into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" Twinkle exclaimed, then all of a sudden, the vines crept away from Bob's body, and left him lying there, panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~later~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damnit, Seth you could've went easy on me right!" Bob shouted, as he lay in a bed, full of bandages covering his body. Everyone was there, laughing, and smiling. This was the daily life of theirs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hi you all it's me. I have had 'complaints' that my posts are waaaay too long. which is kind of true when i looked at it too. So i've decided to make it shorter, so yeah. look forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-4752691722073573868?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/4752691722073573868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=4752691722073573868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/4752691722073573868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/4752691722073573868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/finish.html' title='Finish.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5873445633356317660</id><published>2008-05-19T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:18:32.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arias</title><content type='html'>So it was to be split into three. Kyo,Claire,Twinkle and Katherine are blocked in a pitch black cavern, Relira and Seth fending off wave after wave of paper golems, and Bob, who is being dragged deeper into the abyss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARRRGGGHHH!!!" Bob groaned in pain as he was dragged along the ground by the giant vine of an unknown plant. (It's been like this for half an hour, when is it going to stop?) Thought Bob, but just when he thought the last word, the vine came to a sudden halt, and flung Bob onto the ground. He decided to keep lying on the ground and looked at what was before him. And there it was, the most mystical creature he had ever seen. It was a thousand of thousand roots entangled in each other, and the vines seemed to go into a bottomless pit where return was definitly not allowed. In the "middle" of the roots that Bob saw, was a gigantic floating orb. It was silver, and transparent, it was like it was not there. The platform Bob was on was like a cresent moon jutting out of the ground. There were spiked vines like the one that carried Bob here, all over the place, jutting out of the ground unevenly. Bob was unsure of what to do, and decided to play dead. Then, there was a loud, regal voice, like it came from heaven, it said," Bob. We know you are not dead, arise." And as if invisible hands were pulling him up, he stood up, and stared at the silver ball hovering in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know who i am... no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The famed tree spirit, Arias, was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, Good, one of the seven would not be so... ill-informed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Che. I have nothing to do with the spirits, why is it you have called me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have called you... Boboccaslas of the axe-men, for you to aid me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In what? Hurry, my patience in this matter is running dry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! You are in NO POSITION TO TALK LIKE THAT TO ME. MORTAL."&lt;br /&gt;And then, many small vines grabbed his hands and legs and forced him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now do you see my... &lt;em&gt;power?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just... tell -me what... you want." Groaned Bob, Struggling with the vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, i have called you here today for you to help me bring my dream to become a reality!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this dream is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dream of the world, all together in peace, all plants and animals living in harmon-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the humans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wiped off the face of the Ear-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I'll never do that!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you would say that, but let me tell you the good thing. The man will be eradicated along with the rest of the mortals. Tell me Bob, why do you despise the man so much? Isn't it because he and his minions have killed all of your clansmen? Am i &lt;em&gt;wrong?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob winced as he thought of the past. Then he stared at the silver ball, and thought deeply what he should do. He grimaced in heavy thought, and the weight of the decision he was about to make was bringing him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been," Arias continued, "Watching you the past years, the last man standing of the axe men, protectors of the trees. And i see that your personality changes oh so much when you are with the other... seven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to.. fit in. With them, besides, my oh too serious normal self is waaay not my style, and come to think of it, my decision is NO. For my friends wouldn't like it very muc-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GWAHHAAHAHAHA!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU MORTALS REALLY ARE PREDICTABLE. I HAD THOUGHT YOU WOULD SAY THAT, AND NO MATTER. FOR YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FAT CHANCE!" As Bob said this, he broke free of the vines in a flash of light, and was holding a gigantic double-handed axe, it was green, and had the pattern of a tree on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHA! YOU NEVER CEASE TO AMUSE ME, FINE. YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME?&lt;br /&gt;THE GREAT ARIAS? THE ONE YOU ARE SWORN TO PROTECT? NO CHANCE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;em&gt;Later~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kyo,Relira,Seth,Katherine,Twinkle and Claire were running down a steep slope to what seemed like the center of the Earth, as they seemed to reach an end, there was an eerie green light emnating from the omnious magical presence which lay ahead. As they drew closer, the air grew heavier, and what they saw, was completely what they did not have in mind. They saw Arias, but the contents of the silver ball, was Bob, but, he had been consumed by the tree, his exterior was green and he was a... Tree Human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No... Bob..." Relira and Claire muttered in dismay. "Bo-Bobassca!" Gasped the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ARIAS!" Bellowed Kyo, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!"And then the silver ball turned towards them and Bob opened his mouth, "Hmm... i have devoured him, for he refused me. And now, YOU ALL SHALL WITNESS THE ADVENT OF A NEW AGE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ground around them started to rise into the sky, and the air was pressurising them to fall on the floor. "Su-Such intense Magical En-Energy..." Stammered Relira as she was pressed to the ground by an invisible force. The six of them were groaning in pain as they were forced to lie on the ground in defeat by just Arias's magical aura, which had fused with Bob's.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"How-How are we going to &lt;em&gt;defeat &lt;/em&gt;such a &lt;em&gt;monster?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~To be continued~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5873445633356317660?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5873445633356317660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5873445633356317660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5873445633356317660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5873445633356317660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/reunion.html' title='Arias'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-7094494588016478114</id><published>2008-05-17T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:48:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony...</title><content type='html'>Claire,Kyo,Bob,Twinkle and Katherine were sitting down in a room, reading, drawing, polishing weapons, and stoning. (Which Claire Was doing.) She was stoning, and said something which din't seem to come out of her mouth, she said it in a very dazed voice, "A man once said something ironic. He said that a man in an inverse plane had a routine every day, and that everyday that man would go to his mailbox, and find that there was no mail inside, and wished that the non-existent mail would go away." The rest of them looked at her in concern and were quite stunned at the quite deep thing she just said. Twinkle prodded her and asked, " Cl-Claire... Are-Are-Are you o-okay?" She then snapped out of her dazed state and gazed at twinkle, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di-Did i just say somethin-something i wasn't sup-supp-supposed t-to?" She stammered. The rest nodded in agreement. "I see... this is interesting... It seems to me this magical theory actually worked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But,"Katherine said," What is really ironic is the fact that Claire can be so like dense but still be a mage. Woah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire looked at Kat, offended, "What's that supposed to mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire then pouted in her corner, knowing that she had missed out something. Bob was reading a book on freedom fighting, and found something interesting, for he pointed to the book and said, "Freedom fighters should have psychadelic, kick-ass names. Like ShizzlemaFizzle, or KizzledisShimazzle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of... of... Properstrous names are those???" Twinkle Asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, their kinda cool." Kyo said, "If your in the period where those names were actually said without the person being embarrassed! Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, don't funk with ma groove, this is the way i roll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still can't figure out what he's trying to say half the time... sigh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ya don't have ta-" When all of a sudden, a tree vine filled with spike grabbed Bob by his torso, and brought him outside, the other four, completely startled, ran out the window to see where he had gone, the vine was now going to deeper in the ground until it was covered by an absence of light, since it was night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH! We have to save him!" Claire stated. "Thanks, Ms. iliketopointouttheobviousalot."Katherine insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfazed, Claire jumped down, followed by the rest. When they reached the bottom of the hole, ahead of them was a dirt path, which had a dead end, in a jelly-like opaque wall. Kyo prodded the wall, and asked Twinkle, "Oy, Twinky, was substance is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although angry, Twinkle replied in his usual calm voice, "It's jellyton nitrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jelly-whatchamawhat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jellytone nitrate, it's a squishy substance which can't be destroyed, unless a mage conjures up a fire so hot that it would reach a thousand degrees celsius, which i can't do yet... To create a wall of this size... I'd say that whoever we're going up against is either very rich to buy all this, or really powerful to create it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So, How are we going to get bob back?" &lt;/em&gt;Claire asked in a very panicky voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We-We- can't.... or, we need to find another way around, he still has his tracker on him anyway, we'll dig another hole from above." Twinkle suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine, who's ears were twitching cautiously, turned around, and said, "Erm... i dont think we can..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?" The other tree said together. Then, from where they came, a landslide occured, blocking out their path. It was pitch black and no one could see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... now this is a bad situation." Twinkle stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No shit sherlock." Kat and Kyo said together sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is all for now, i'll continue to update this story, and my own, every now and then, as i continue this blog, for now,  bye bye!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- The hardest choices are usually the most important ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-7094494588016478114?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/7094494588016478114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=7094494588016478114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7094494588016478114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/7094494588016478114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/irony.html' title='The Irony...'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8758675531609303667</id><published>2008-05-17T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:43:17.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper.Evil.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered wether paper would come to life and kill humankind? I have, and frankly, compared to all the other fantasy ideas i've seen, it dont sound very ludicrous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relira and Seth were sitting down at a coffee table in koffee bean, and were talking inbetween sips of delicious, smoking-hot coffee. They were discussing something, pointing to pieces of paper strewn all over the table, "Hey, so why did you ask me here today? I mean, this could've been said at home you know...." Seth commented.&lt;br /&gt;Relira blushed slightly as she thought (It was supposed to be a date... It was in the message...)She sighed, if he was this dense, why was she chasing after him? Suddenly, there was a freak gust of wind and the paper flew in all directions, one of them cutting Relira's cheek "Ow!" She exclaimed. "Ah, are you okay, here take this..." Seth said importantly as he took out a piece of cloth, handing it to her, and Relira took it, thanked him, and cleaned the blood off her cheek, wincing as the cloth touched her raw cut. Suddenly, the ground shook, and a loud stomp could be heard. Seth and Relira looked at each other worridely, and dashed out,(Seth taking his cup of coffee, while Relira left it there.) When they reached outside, they saw a gigantic golem made of paper, it stood towering over them, over twenty feet tall, it's limbs were flooded with paper, and the only place which was not overflowing with pieces of chopped tree was the place where it's eyes were supposed to be, which instead, had two red glowing orbs, for eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Relira's jaw dropped as she stood in the monster's shadow, she looked to Seth for guidance, which said in reply to her glance, "Hmm... It looks evil, but that may not be the case, let's see, before we engage it." Relira gulped, and nodded uneasily.&lt;br /&gt;But the answer was revealed faster than thought, it grabbed a car on the ground and crushed it with it's boulder-like fist, he then turned to look at Relira and Seth, it's "eyes" glinting malevolently. The next thing they knew, the golem's fist had created a gigantic hole in the ground, but Relira and Seth managed to leapt out of it's way in time. Relira muttered something under her breath and a blue, zig-zagged shaped spear appeared in her hand, it was shining brightly, and was patterned with a black dragon, which crawled around the whole Spear, The spear's tip was a sharp triangle, and was gleaming brighter than the rest of the spear. "Seron!" She exclaimed as the spear finished materialising. Meanwhile, Seth, on the other side of the Fist, had conjured a hammer, which shone bright gold in the morning sun. It's top was tipped with holy water, and was spiked, the pole leading up to the top of the hammer was made of bright light, which seemed to materialise so that the user could wield the hammer. "Palladriuam!" He shouted as the hammer appeared, he then landed on the top of a car, then jumped towards the golem's head, Relira mimicking his movements. But, before they even reached the head, two powerful beams of paper erupted from the golem and pushed the two of them away, as they were being pushed away, there was a bright flash of blue light from the end of the beam pushing Relira away and the paper scattered in all directions, Relira than changed direction in mid-air to face the golem and ran along the air, pushing the beam of paper back with her Seron. Seth, however, just jumped out of the beam's way just before it him him, and whacked it with his hammer, the beam of paper was blown to pieces, and he boosted himself in the air, towards its chest now. Before the golem could react, Palladriuam had found its way to the golem's chest, and pushed the golem 5 meters back, its feet creating dents in the ground as it clung to it in an attempt to keep balance. The beam of Paper pushing Relira back was now frozen, and had shattered to pieces as it fell to the ground, then, Relira did an uppercut with her Spear at least a meter away from the golem, and a &lt;strong&gt;enormous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;icicle&lt;/em&gt; erupted from the ground, piercing a gigantic, gaping hole in the golem's body. It seemed unfazed by the hit, but Relira was still smirking, "It isn't over yet..." She said to the golem triumphantly, and, true enough, it wasn't over yet, as ice crept along the golem from the icicle, freezing the paper.&lt;br /&gt;When the Golem was encased in ice except for it's head, Relira and Seth hovered slighlty above the Golem's head and started to ask, "Who sent you?" The golem merely chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER ME!You have no right to laugh! You have been defeate-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Okay, stop nagging blue-haired little lady. i wasn't sent by anyone. I just wanted to start an uprising against the humans who chopped me down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A tree... Spirit resides inside you?" Relira inquired curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... It is my heart. And it is starting to stop... your ice has..." And with that said, his eyes blacked out, and his head went limp, after that, all the paper, which seemed to have suddenly have their attractive forces inbetween them severed, all fell to the ground, leaving only a gigantic block of ice standing there. Seth looked at Relira, wiping his chin thoughtfully, and then commented sagely, "There's been a lot of uprisings by the spirit eh? Last time were lima beans... now... Tree spirits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's consider ourselves lucky that there weren't more than one..." As she finished off the sentence, two paper golems appeared from both sides of the road, and cornered Seth and Relira in the middle. Seth looked at Relira angrily, " Lucky, Eh? Che. You take that one" He commanded. Relira nodded, and flew towards her opponent while Seth flew the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the author's section, I JUST WATCHED THE STUPIDEST MOVIE i've EVER watched! Cliffbit Taylor, oh my gosh.. it was soooo stupid.. damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Paper will one day rule the world... or will it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-8758675531609303667?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8758675531609303667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8758675531609303667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8758675531609303667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8758675531609303667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/paperevil.html' title='Paper.Evil.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-1791981492211587596</id><published>2008-05-16T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:00:31.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a surprise.. Shhhh</title><content type='html'>(This post is completely fictional cept until later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, walking the long and winding road back to my house. The house was dark but when i reached the doorknob and checked my door lamp, the spare key i ALWAYS put there was like, not there! I was stupeified, was i robbed? Was my key THAT easy to spot? I, The creator, had never had his key stolen before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached for the knob, it wasn't locked! "What the devil? Omigoodness!There'satheifinmyhouseandiknowit!" I exclaimed without pausing at all, and kicked my door open,(which my landlord scolded me for the next morning,) Then, I screamed, "OKAY~ WHO STOLE WHAT? AND WHERE FOR ART THOU? COME OUT YOU-~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SURPRISE!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that was the most embarassing moment of my unfinished life, i was just about to scold a "theif", but it was actually... just a surprise party!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there they were, Kyo, Relira, Bob, Seth, Claire, Katherine, Twinkle, they were standing around wearing birthday hats and carrying popped birthday poppers, i was so dazzled by the rainbow-like effect of the confetti when i realised there were more than 8 people in the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a man in an titanium suit, Spidr-Man, A talking dog, and a gang of teens who looked like the people on sooby-doo, Oni-Wan, Fat and Rat man, The Adams family, who looked small and cute especially the smallest one, the one who looked like a monkey, a cow caught in a mini-twister, a unicorn, and a...a...a.... GIGANTIC TALKING COOKIE??!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Woah.... Where did all these people come from?" I asked, looking like an idiot in my endless surprise, and Relira just said, "Oh, we decided to bring more people from your mind, with the 7 of us, it aint fun after fourteen birthdays right?" My eyes welled up with tears of joy, and i merely smiled, feeling very embarrased. Then, Kyo announced, "Well... Now that the introduction's out of the way, let's get on with your Fourteenth Birthday!!!" And the crowd cheered loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was filled with laughs, snacks, drinks, everything i wanted, i talked to the 7 of them mostly, but i talked to the rest too. The highlights of the night for me was really quite alot, Ninjas bent on assasinating me and taking away my soul and happiness appeared from nowhere but Titanium Alloy man vapourized them, but The headless frogman came by for a visit and gave me a severed head as a present, which i refused since it was of a fat ugly guy, and he left without another word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shafi(in links), Dennis, Reuben, Fat Andrew(in links), Caleb, (who i still havent gotten blog link from), Slim Andrew, and the QF came by, and gave me alot of assorted presents, the QF givin' me the best, he had brought me Freddy Venus's( You know who he really is, but it's an isult to put him in an insisgnificant blog like mine) Coffin, and he sang We will sock you! Ah...~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the strangest one was when i found a midget eskimo in my refridegerator and when i discovered him, he put his finger to his mouth and whispered, "I'm waiting to surprise the Creator, Shhh....." When he found out I was the creator, he wished me happy birthday, and in his embarrasment, a polar bear grabbed him and brought him away.... Right. Then, A poet named william stillspeare came by and wrote a poem. The first one was about christmas, so when we told him, he immediately ran out the door, and then came back and said a one about birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthdays come once a year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So enjoy it while you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have no fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just don't jump into the fan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthdays are a fun celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a special thing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;filled with excitation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone will sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night will be filled with laughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And calves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the night is not done when the people leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's when you believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your presents will bring you happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to last through the boringness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the new day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was quite random... but i was still touched that someone wrote a poem for me.. Then... came the main event... THE CAKE! WOOOOT!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200970961355578706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC2PiI64nVI/AAAAAAAAADU/445XZBQ4e2U/s400/Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200970961355578690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC2PiI64nUI/AAAAAAAAADM/PazvmMr4aVw/s400/Cake+with+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, everyone immediately dug in and in a few seconds it became...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200970965650546018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC2PiY64nWI/AAAAAAAAADc/b3InwjCaWks/s400/Half-eaten+bday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got such a small piece haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200970957060611378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC2Ph464nTI/AAAAAAAAADE/GJPmm59kYUw/s400/Piece+o+bday+cake.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we ended off the night with the singing of happy birthday, and everyone left on a high note. It was one of the happiest days of my life... :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... now notes from the real guy, this did not REALLY HAPPEN nothing happened really, me and my friends (Reuben, Dennis, Shafi, Caleb and Slim Andrew, And aakash) Went to watch Iron man! But i really wish that what happened in the blog happened in real life.. if only life were fated to be that happy... By the way, the cake is real (duh). 8D Oh and i think we shld celebrate the fact that the blog has been running for eleven days! YAY! I din't think i'd last this long haha. Well, i'll see you next time, maybe it'll be a short stoy! haha... well, until next time, im going to play Dawn of War Soulstorm now~~~.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- The creator's birthday has thus, passed on the 16th of may.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-1791981492211587596?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/1791981492211587596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=1791981492211587596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1791981492211587596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/1791981492211587596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-surprise-shhhh.html' title='it&apos;s a surprise.. Shhhh'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC2PiI64nVI/AAAAAAAAADU/445XZBQ4e2U/s72-c/Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-9047188548898506120</id><published>2008-05-15T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:28:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Board Game Cafe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~The board game cafe~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Oh it's oreo shake was so good~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~The Board Game Cafeeeeee~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(That was a haiku btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now,&lt;/em&gt; This was something that happened to me today. (but let's bring in the characters anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there they were, Kyo, Relira, Claire, and Seth. (i actually went with 6 ppl, Me, Reuben, Dennis, Shafi (in my links section) Caleb( also in my links section, in the near future) and Andrew Tan. Not fat one)) And they sat at the Board Game cafe which had free of charge playing of board games if you buy something or something like that.... So they sat there playing the most random game they had ever played which actually was an offical one.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUELF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is the board.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200567406228446418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCwggI64nNI/AAAAAAAAACU/gSyq39lkcDU/s400/Image(198).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200567410523413730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCwggY64nOI/AAAAAAAAACc/AS-VU2KCzPA/s400/Image(197).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200567414818381042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCwggo64nPI/AAAAAAAAACk/tXIbjoOiIfM/s400/Image(196).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yeah.. That's the Quelf Game in the mid it says "Quelf" (Duh.) and there were soooo many other games (which we never got to play cos quelf took too long) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200886741341871362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC1C7464nQI/AAAAAAAAACs/MyDZU2yqN4w/s400/Image(199).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200886745636838674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC1C8I64nRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oeap5DsIPus/s400/Image(200).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200886745636838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SC1C8I64nSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Od0VMqL0I98/s400/Image(201).jpg" border="0" /&gt;"SOOOO MANYYY"Exclaimed Kyo, "Wow, they must be quite rich to set up something like this...." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, Duh. of course.. it's kinda obvious..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for this post, i just wanted to show you pictures XD, (oh and, this post is supposed to be posted on the 15th. not the 16th. just dint have time to do it lol...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-9047188548898506120?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/9047188548898506120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=9047188548898506120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/9047188548898506120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/9047188548898506120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/board-game-cafe.html' title='The Board Game Cafe.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCwggI64nNI/AAAAAAAAACU/gSyq39lkcDU/s72-c/Image(198).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-247482840932167717</id><published>2008-05-13T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:21:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Look</title><content type='html'>As you can see, the blog has changed it's picture, i wanted to change its skin, but couldnt find anything which could fit the music player XD. So, yeah, anyway, if you look, you'll also notice something new, the "Theme" text box. So yeah, every now and then i'm going to change the blog's theme and title. So since it's a girl playing a violin, most (MOST) posts will be about literature and music. MAYBE. So yeah. So when it changes, the blog will change, since it's literacy, it cant be that different from what it already is... cos it fits. XD So.... yeah, if i can next time i'll change the whole skin and everything. IF I CAN. But i hope i can.... So this is all for this post, informative you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- The Image is from Clannad (Anime)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-247482840932167717?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/247482840932167717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=247482840932167717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/247482840932167717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/247482840932167717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-look.html' title='The New Look'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5798311106406168085</id><published>2008-05-09T16:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:37:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another ordinary day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCQTcDiXmtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DSfS-RdC4LU/s1600-h/Image(191).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198301242599119570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCQTcDiXmtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DSfS-RdC4LU/s400/Image(191).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katherine steps into the room, and stares at claire's jelly. "erm.... Claire, if i may ask, why have you not eaten the jelly but prodded it so many times...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire looks up at Kat with a very dazed look, as if in a trance. She stares blankly at Katherine for a few moments, shakes, her head and stares at Katherine. "oh, i dint notice you there." (She's always like that when she spaces out...Katherine thinks) "So? why arent you going to eat it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know.... it's so nice... if i eat it.... then the art will be gone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... If you won't eat it, then can i have it?" Claire passes it to Katherine automatically, then stares at the figurine on her couch "pillar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198305004990470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCQW3DiXmuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UQiCA1zurts/s400/Image(192).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kat notices this, and compliments on it, Claire nods. Then she asks through mouthfuls of jelly, "Sho- *munch* - Where'd you get that- *munch* - from?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh... from Hong Kong (Real occurence) it was cheap, and caught my eye, so i bought it."Kat nodded. But thought (Man is it boring to be left in this apartment with Claire only.... Everyone else went to watch a movie. Shoulda gone. But it's the Superhero movie... I mean, i'm already a person who kicks butt! Who wants to watch a movie about one?, moreover, a parody of one?) "Hey, what's on the tube?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claire takes the remote, tosses it in the air, catches it stylishly, and turns on the Television.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5f7a18c5a5395f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5f7a18c5a5395f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650BC4E9E444E5301E9F09CF0CF02571CDA290E8.235BC01F7A0012A064B545F2AF24A7AE5B73FB55%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5f7a18c5a5395f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL2g37_vQRwL9KcgyzsAkbjopSAU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5f7a18c5a5395f2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330368596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650BC4E9E444E5301E9F09CF0CF02571CDA290E8.235BC01F7A0012A064B545F2AF24A7AE5B73FB55%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5f7a18c5a5395f2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL2g37_vQRwL9KcgyzsAkbjopSAU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two of them look at the random video they had just watched, and turn off the television immediately. Suddenly, a gigantic lima bean comes out from the kitchen door and grunts "I WANT TO EAT BRAINS!" Claire, who has a phobia of talking foodstuffs (especially confectionary) immediately uses her wand from under the couch and sets the lima bean aflame in a bright display of fireworks, the lima bean, obviously suprised, heads for the window and jumps out. Subsequently, the lima bean comes back with his gang of lima beans, who were all wearing bandanas and chains and menacing-looking jackhammers, chainsaws, and a variety of other things. It seems as if fire dosent work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katherine blinks a few times, rubs her eyes. And the smirks, showing off her cat-like teeth. "Heh. Time to bring the house down."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~&lt;em&gt;3 hours later~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bob,Twinkle,Seth,Kyo and Relira step in to see the house ripped apart, paper was strewn all over the floor, the couch was ripped out so much that it's cotton oveflowing, the kettle was whistling, the carpet was sliced in half, there was green juices trickling down the wall, and the wallpaper had been burnt. Not to mention the television had been busted for the 30th time. The five of them stared disbelievingly at the mess, and thought that a tornado had ripped through, but they knew better, "&lt;strong&gt;KATHERINE!&lt;/strong&gt;" But she was already curled up in her bed, sound asleep. Suddenly, Claire appeared from the toilet, her clothes were stained green. "Erm.... I can explain? Lima bean monsters. Again." "I spent all of my allowance buying that wallpaper..." Relira sighed as she pushed open the door to her room. The four guys high fived each other and shouted triumphantly, "Yeah! We hated that wallpa-" However, Relira was listening and had opened her door room again, her gigantic Blue Spear in her hand was glowing. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Like my Wallpaper EH?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And the next second the four of them were flying to Pluto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha. I told you this post was going to be light-hearted, oh, and dont ask me who the people in the video are, they're my friends, but they dowan their names to be known ^^;. If you all are wondering, is this a blog? Welll..... not really, i dont really write about my life, just abit of hints or stories here and there, but it's nicer to write about what's in my mind XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace-The next post shalt be a poem. TO BE CONTINUED~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5798311106406168085?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5f7a18c5a5395f2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5798311106406168085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5798311106406168085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5798311106406168085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5798311106406168085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-ordinary-day.html' title='Another ordinary day.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCQTcDiXmtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DSfS-RdC4LU/s72-c/Image(191).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-8210503746763633569</id><published>2008-05-09T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:35:10.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I r sad.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad. I hate being like this but i am. If you wanna know why, there are a few reasons. y oh y? Cos it comes in between x and z? i dont know, and dont care cos math was tiring. and for some reason people are telling me that im following other people in creating this blog. They may not directly say it, but i know they are....*tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. lets keep this as one post, i dont like contradictory posts, okay maybe i dont mind them. But i dont like half sad half happy ones, i'll be posting one more today, and it'll be happy XD. Yeah. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- I shan't be emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-8210503746763633569?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/8210503746763633569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=8210503746763633569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8210503746763633569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/8210503746763633569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-r-sad.html' title='I r sad.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-3732458082683719187</id><published>2008-05-08T12:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:34:24.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The News, and subsequent events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole gang was there, Bob, Twinkle, Kyo, Relira, Seth, Claire, Katherine, except the queen fan. They were all in a cramped apartment, on a reeeaaaalllly long sofa, watching television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey bob, switch to the news." Twinkle said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NOOO... IT"S THE NEWS OF THE MAN!" Kat snatches the remote and switches to the news while saying, "Stuff It Bob! It's getting irritating."Bob looks at his feet, embarrased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, on Todays news, we have a special segment, every thursday, the CREATOR"s NEWS! And yes, we have it all right here alot of news bout the creator, first up a few days or weeks ago, the creator was seen wearing this!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197869093328648802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCKKZqDV-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/AI6E4HzrPiw/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in room gasp- then start to laugh. (This is voice of creator. Hey! I dint design, i was just the model for Drama class. It was fun. im supposed to be a demon ninja if you're wondering just what the hell i am.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welll... Anyway, if y'all dint know, We will rock you left singapore's shores on 27th of april. Which the creator went for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen fan (QF) Jumps out from under the couch and starts to scream madly "&lt;strong&gt;FREDDY!?!?!? WHERE?!!?!? WE WILL ROCK YOU?!?!?! WHERER?!?!?!? WHERE!??!?!" He grabs Bob, "OY! BLOKE! WHERE"S QUEEN!!??!?!" Bob points to the tv. QF jumps towards the TV and grabs it. "GIVE ME QUEEEN!!!?! WRRRAAGGGRRRRHHHH." He then throws out the TV which flys away onto a overhead bridge where the creator always walk on.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197871202157591170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCKMUaDV-oI/AAAAAAAAABk/CtNBYAuYDzA/s320/Long+and+winding+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;QF stands staring at the window, huffing and puffing as if he had just ran a marathon. He turns around. "Okay, bye, im gonna get back your tv. TO THE BICYCLE! BICYCLE!~ BICYCLE! I WANT TO RIDE MY~~~~ BICYCLE!" And runs off.The rest of the gang, completely shocked at that stunning display of fanaticity and stupidity, freeze in their positions. Except claire, who is getting fatter by eating another tub of Benn and Jerrry's. Kyo breaks the silence. "Sooooo... who wants to go to the mall? Okay!" And in the taxi, they see this man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197872640971635346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCKNoKDV-pI/AAAAAAAAABs/xG0Tn-crbJE/s400/How+doing+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this, they decide to take their bicycles to the mall, on the way, the creator pops out. "Hey! What's the answer for X=X2+7, X=? My math exams are tomorrow, i just had my lit. FOUR MORE PAPERS TO GO!" Bob stares as if he was just embarrased greatly, then shouted "BEHIND YO-" But, the creator had already been swept off of his feet by a unicorn with a jetpack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i've only four exams to go, and this i'm really happy! but today and tmwr and monday and tuesday i got tuition. so i may not be able to post :( "OY! dont steal my post" Kyo shouts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(This part is not real for the creator all the real happenings will be mentioned formally.)At the mall, People are trying to sing Queen songs, and arent doing that bad. The gang says "hey they arent bad. "However the QF Jumps on stage destroys the band's instruments. "YOU.CANT.DO.QUEEN.QUEEN.IS.TOOO.GOOD.FOR.YOU.GO.LOOK.FOR.ALICIA.BEYS.MAYBE.YOU.CAN.DO.THAT."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next second, a swat team swoops in and captures the QF. The gang stares in disbelief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, enough with the gang, right now the creator's mind is made of nothing, as the exams have wiped it out. who knew that you would have to write so much in Literature? Tomorrow's Math... going to die again. WHY!?! WHY can't they all jsut be on one week!?!! i hate weekends. during exam periods. gotta wait so much. Okay, im going to feed my pet phoenix, she's eating up all my coi. Sigh, keeping mythical creatures isnt all it's cut out for, it's killing me more times it can revive me. 8D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Phoenixes are fire birds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-3732458082683719187?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/3732458082683719187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=3732458082683719187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/3732458082683719187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/3732458082683719187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/television-news.html' title='The News, and subsequent events.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SCKKZqDV-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/AI6E4HzrPiw/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5437985249653459768</id><published>2008-05-07T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:26:42.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk About the creator.</title><content type='html'>Twinkle and Seth enter a Starbrucks cafe outlet (note: most of the things in here are MEANT to be spelt wrongly. scared i kenna flagged.) Claire is sitting at a table alone. Twinkle and Seth join her. Claire looks ggrrrroooogggyyy and about to fall down.Twinkle sparks a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you... Drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire looks up at Twinkle (who is taller than her, even sitting down) and says in a very drowsy voice, "I... Dont, drink. I'm just drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apple juice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth gets up and runs out of the cafe, laughing his head off. A minute later, he limps back in, his throat tired from laughing, tears in his eyes. He sits down. Twinkle talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... You guys know what's happening to the creator?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire slams her head on the table and falls asleep straight away. Seth prods her head and she dosent stir. Seth turns to Twinkle. "Is it even possible for you to get drunk on apple juice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we all know claire... is claire. She dosent follow the laws of science, her behavious that is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right.... Anyway, I heard the creator is havin exams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha. I see, i think it was lit wasnt it, i checked the boards in the mall today, and there were alot of books on animal farm sold out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in a messy office. A man named randall is studying his butt off. (Exaggeration is used.)&lt;br /&gt;The mind is anything you want it to be, and mine is everything. But right now alot of it is literature, cos tomorrow's my lit exam. Damn. Cant study. Feel Guilty, GAH! By the way, go see the other blogs on my friends section. Their cool. Now back to the people of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mmph..." Claire squeaked as she woke up. The room was dark, there was no one around, and the entrance was closed. "Erm.... Did i sleep too long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- I dont know if apple juice can get you drunk. Yeah."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5437985249653459768?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5437985249653459768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5437985249653459768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5437985249653459768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5437985249653459768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/talk-about-creator.html' title='A Talk About the creator.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5184845596739157478</id><published>2008-05-07T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:50:43.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disdain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain,Disdain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the pain, that comes from the word,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The word caused slavery to be rife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and with little care for life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroines which you all know well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to fell these problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However this was not to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain still happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain was'nt against the law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it led to many mini wars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What on earth has our world come to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People have lost social ingenuinty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their respect for each other lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain is rampant in New York City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ah, so high is the cost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disdain, Disdain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How In-Humane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respect- all everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5184845596739157478?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5184845596739157478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5184845596739157478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5184845596739157478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5184845596739157478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/disdain.html' title='Disdain'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-4712198105654872486</id><published>2008-05-06T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:18:44.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The proper first post.</title><content type='html'>Here. This is the formal Introduction of all the characters that i have shaped so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene is a bar, the perspective is the door. the people are scattered, drinking beer, talking, chatting, gambling, shooting rockets, riding llamas, riding feet-driven cars.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's start at the left. The left, there is one man in the middle of dead bodies, his name, is Bob. Bob. With a bandana and tattered clothes he is seen shouting into the sky. "DAMN THE MAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we have a person stargazing, he is a young, blonde profressor with very sharp features. "Twinkle's the name, all science is known to me." The ego goes to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we have a man breaking stone slabs with bare hands. He turns around, Fiery red, short hair whipping at his forehead, sweat flying all around. "Heey! I'm Ken. but y'all can call me Kyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have a woman with long blue hair which reaches her waist, with two innocent, round blue eyes sitting uncomfortably in a chair. "Hi. I-i'm Rel-Rel-Rel-i-ra-," She whispers backstage, "Randall. Im not good at introductions-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Next- We have a woman with cat-like features, cat ears, a tail, and whiskers, her hair brown, reaching the back of her neck, she had two warm, brown eyes (She was scratching the back of her ear, sitting on a chair). "Hello, Erm. I'm Katherine. I bet you guessed." She winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have a guy leaning on the wall, with one leg to the wall, the other supporting his weight, casually on the ground. Spikey black hair which falls to the back of his neck, all the spikes going backwards, and a few strands of long hair going front. He flashes a smile, "Yo, i'm Seth. Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we got a queen fan, nothing else. Got mustache and  plastered hair, wearing a I *heart* queen shirt.(it's a guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we got girl with long, red hair which reached the middle of her back, she was wearing a witch costume, with big, round ruby eyes and a very innocent smile. "Hi. I'm Claire. " *Smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's really about it, there'll be other people popping out in the blog, but these are the people who are going to potray what i want to be potrayed. ANYTHING UNDER THE SUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Let's start anew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-4712198105654872486?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/4712198105654872486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=4712198105654872486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/4712198105654872486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/4712198105654872486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/proper-first-post.html' title='The proper first post.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-6980464643820548967</id><published>2008-05-06T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:56:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night...</title><content type='html'>"Come, let us dance, boy. While the night is still young!" The robed man taunted.&lt;br /&gt;The pitter patter of the raindrops on Felix's face did not matter, his vision had not blurred, for it was concentrated with beastial fury on the one thing he wanted to strike the most - his enemy, standing a mile away. His enchanced eyes could still see him, and their minds were connected, what he said, could be heard clearly in his mind. Then, without a second thought, Felix closed the gap inbetween them and even went behind the man. He swung his sword which shined in the twillight, the raindrops giving off a particular sheen. The man caught the sword's blow as if it were the wind. He flicked his wrist, the floor behind him exploded, and carried Felix away with it, he arouse fifty feet in the air, in shock at the man's power. The man then appeared behind felix, threw a punch at his face, and the next second, Felix had been flunged at the ground. Felix sent chunks of the ground flying in every direction as he made a deep dent into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; all? &lt;strong&gt;Pathetic."&lt;/strong&gt; The robe man looked at Felix, disdain and scorn could be seen in every line and crease of his face. Blood trickled down the middle of Felix's face, watery blood. He had lost the will to fight. His eyes were like gray orbs of nothingness, he knew he was outmatched, and even the miniscule flare of his fightining spirit could not help. "RYYYAARRRGHHH!" Cryed Kinto as he lunged his four-tonne axe at the robed man. The man was caught by surprise and the axe grazed his cheek. He looked insulted. Kinto heaved Felix over his shoulder and teleported away. The robed man hovered in his position in the sky, touching the wound on his cheek. He started to laugh, started to laugh madly, as the raindrops continued to drench him." Ha ha ha... HAHAHA... &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAH! FiNaLLy! A MaN Who CaN ACtUalLY HiT ME! GwAhAhAHAhahHA!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle steps in, and turns on the light of the storage room on the third level of the mind "Why are you reading those old, unwanted stories that the creator made? Ken?" The young man with fiery red hair, and two fierce, young eyes which shone with a fire, replied in a very young voice, "Wha?Why not?They're not bad. Besides, what else is there to do in this mind?"&lt;br /&gt;"What else? Everything under the sun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay like... if you are all thinking, this is just what i would like my mind to be like. Erm... all characters are fictional, they arent even really personas of my mind. so yeah. XD ah this post was too serious. Lapricon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- The creator &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-6980464643820548967?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/6980464643820548967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=6980464643820548967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6980464643820548967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6980464643820548967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/night.html' title='The night...'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-5176830682921934468</id><published>2008-05-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:25:37.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>Exams. Arent they a waste of paper, it's like the world just WANTS to kill the trees of the world. Poor things. I wonder why they have exams, it's the same as forcing us to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Man Trying To Push Us Down!" *Persona 1, Bob, Says.* (he is a freedom fighter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! It's trying to push our education to higher levels!" *Persona 2, Twinkle, Says.*(he's a proffesor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dosen't matter, all i know is that it's a hard time. But, if ya let it keep ya down, you're gonna regret it! Cos, it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been &lt;em&gt;scientifcally proven (oh god. im like twinkle.) &lt;/em&gt;that if you are stressed when going to exams, u gonna forget what u remember. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So as i was saying, i think the reason why they have exams is so as to enforce our educations. So as to see if we have been listening, if it's like that i can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! IT"S JUSt THE MAN TRYING TA' BRAINWASH YA'!" Shouts Bob.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's The Man Bobby?"Inquires Twinkle&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time shinin' Star, stop callin' me BOBBY! Damn! And the man- Is- THE MAN!" Rebukes Bobby&lt;br /&gt;"Now that is just illogic-" "WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOUR STUPID LOGIC?!?!?!" Bob interrupts. "Hey, wait for me ta finish-" Bob punches Twinkle, a fight erupts- of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... so... I'll leave it up to you to decide who wins that, until next time y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- Exams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-5176830682921934468?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/5176830682921934468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=5176830682921934468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5176830682921934468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/5176830682921934468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-4459497077898047137</id><published>2008-05-05T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:47:31.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is Expanding in excitation</title><content type='html'>This post is for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD IS EXPLODING IN EXCITATION! WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;Imserious, oneoftheexcitingthingshappeningaretheamerican ELECTION! (thoit'sgoingatsuchaslowratethatewell,asnailcangoaroundtheworldbeforeitfinishes) Okay, so maybe the world ISn't exploding in excitation, but my heart is! For what? You ask it! now is my exams and well, i aint studyin much or doin much really. Slacking mostly. hate exams, feel guility i cant study, but when i do, i sleep, or get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. But this blog aint called everything under the sun for nothing, cos that's the way me mind works. geddit? now, here's a poem by the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*half-hearted applause at a druggy bar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, is a new day,&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh i dont know why,&lt;br /&gt;But now, i feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;so let's eat some fooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Dood!&lt;br /&gt;Now that aint the way u shld treat them dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;Dont throw them into that Bin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp**Hayden penniere appears from nowhere and punches poeter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate bread this morning!&lt;br /&gt;And it turned into Dakorna Fanning!&lt;br /&gt;And then the sky turned black,&lt;br /&gt;and then a guy appeared in a torn sack&lt;br /&gt;thensomeguy'sheartbeatraced&lt;br /&gt;and the guy, beat up the torn sack guy,&lt;br /&gt;and then he said WHY?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," he said in a sad voice, "my very sad poem."&lt;br /&gt;"called, the skull's lament"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skull is the emobodiment of a dead man's head.&lt;br /&gt;And the skull is sad that his client is... dead.&lt;br /&gt;However, the skull's lament can be heard,&lt;br /&gt;And the skull is crying for his herd.&lt;br /&gt;The man he once protected,&lt;br /&gt;Now lies dead.&lt;br /&gt;Fred. Why.&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU DIE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace- The Hardest choices are usually the most important ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-4459497077898047137?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/4459497077898047137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=4459497077898047137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/4459497077898047137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/4459497077898047137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-is-expanding-in-excitation.html' title='The World Is Expanding in excitation'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910651763721415470.post-6713182134345084102</id><published>2008-05-05T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:33:13.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It all an illusion?</title><content type='html'>Let me ask you, is our &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt; nothing but an illusion, maybe it's just like the &lt;em&gt;matrix,&lt;/em&gt; maybe we're all in a dream, an &lt;em&gt;eternal &lt;/em&gt;dream. Or is it? this life like feelings we feel all around us are so... &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt; who are we to question wethere it is all an illusion? But, i think that this is not something to be said. This is the real life. Even though i wish it &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; because, well, it's so normal. So normal. Maybe the reality is that this is all you get. That should be the reality. There is no other Logical Explanation. That is why, i wish that this world would not be so logical. Scientists are skeptical of things they cannot explain, and become blind. Sometimes, the fact that it is so &lt;em&gt;illogical&lt;/em&gt; is the fact that makes it so.... fantastic! Normality, reailty, Abnormality, all intenally linked in the world, abnormal happenings such as Jesus, Reality, our everyday life, Normality, the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come. Technology has brought such a great deal of good things to our lives. It's almost an &lt;em&gt;illusion&lt;/em&gt; that technology has been able to do so many great things. Open hearts, surgery, sunday mornings with a cup of tea. &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; these things are so fantastic the world is such a miracle. So &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is the real reason why i think this is all not an illusion. and i'm sure if you look out for everything, you'll be &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; in the same direction as i did. However, there is that one piece of me which wants to &lt;em&gt;wake up&lt;/em&gt; although, it is hard to believe in it. If i were to forsake everything for a piece of that &lt;em&gt;awakening, that would be a hard choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace- hardest choices are always the most important ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910651763721415470-6713182134345084102?l=afternoonflyby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/feeds/6713182134345084102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910651763721415470&amp;postID=6713182134345084102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6713182134345084102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910651763721415470/posts/default/6713182134345084102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afternoonflyby.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-all-illusion.html' title='Is It all an illusion?'/><author><name>R.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00948576265439381794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t3MC4F0zF6k/SB6hQWwOsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIcnS7Qg1u8/S220/ran%27s+bday+07+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
