<?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-9082400</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:51:58.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like im lovin' you in 1963.  `_old memoirs.</title><subtitle type='html'>open concept blogging + rachael yamagata</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-113629446107021833</id><published>2006-01-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:21:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over, we've moved on.</title><content type='html'>It's over! We have finally moved on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe it's "I have finally moved on" and not that it's over, it's just that we've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be redirected to the new blog (which contains a forum as well), in about 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just in case you don't get redirected, click &lt;a href="http://darkestfreedom.sgplanet.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to stop waiting like an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-113629446107021833?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/113629446107021833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=113629446107021833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/113629446107021833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/113629446107021833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113629446107021833' title='It&apos;s over, we&apos;ve moved on.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112584063998471156</id><published>2005-09-04T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:30:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink, pink, more pink.</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke at 8am in the freakin' morn again. Tuition beckons. Not that I loathe it though. But 8am is pretty hectic for a small boy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared a bit after tuition for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the family went to Far East Plaza for lunch, and I bought a pink shirt to wear sometime next time. Pretty retro and nice actually, planning to wear it for some concert or gig sometime next time. Oh, and was deliberating on a retro collared tee, some with flowers and stuff. But, my family decided against it, partly because of the extravagance and the gayness of the shirt. Eughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was last service for PDL. And I've just found out I'm not playing for celebration Sunday. Arghh. Those adults took over. Can't they just let the kids play for once? It's good exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's good that I'm already in the music ministry. But I'm playing the week after the next. And I'll probably go for practice like during the week that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for today. Deprived of guitar for the next few months because I've no strings, unless I buy them like during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I decided to keep this blog, because it holds far too much of my life. Check out the archives. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112584063998471156?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112584063998471156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112584063998471156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112584063998471156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112584063998471156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112584063998471156' title='Pink, pink, more pink.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112576412466545052</id><published>2005-09-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:25:33.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evenin' Of Music &amp; Drama.</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm not exactly that pompous drama-rama-mamma, just feel that I sometimes have to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was Victoria School's Bi-annual EMD, short for Evening of Music &amp; Drama. It was spectacular, and I daresay it would be twice or thrice as good as two years' back. Reason enough is that our batch is "very talented" as quoted from Mansoor, and Farand Chen, both ex-head prefects from 2003 and 2004. Very talented, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was wondering, does that include me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--pause--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get back to the point first. Yesterday was a feast for some of the desperate boys who are yearning for girls in Victoria School. Those who had girlfriends brought theirs, those who haven't stayed to stone and ogle. I'm an exception, I have reserved myself for after Junior College. I practice self-restrain though sometimes situations seem to get back at you. For example, Chee Kian and his girlfriend. But anyway, they are already in Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as I was saying, I was there to root for two of my jamming mates, Ivan and Matthew; my past 1/2G classmate Su Wei; Daniel Guo, accidental friend; and Lian Kai, accidental guitar mate, only for once though; and of course, Mr. Randell Siow. Although he doesn't really know me, I hope he will come to realise my potential. Of course, actions speak louder than words + initiative included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facade of amusing and entertaining dramas one after another in a continual state of unrest brought joy to the mass in the glamorous auditorium. Though some were not dressed for the occasion, many of us felt the atmospheric enigma and captivity of the night. Some of the girls dressed very provokingly, short skirts, tube tops and all; desperate souls searching for ogling guys. Definitely not the pure and virgin-minded Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooted for Shane Lim and Martin Hong too, the two drama-papas. They were so super cool at their acting and man, their accents were simply... Accentuated. I know, they are very very talented. Martin was as usual, with his talented acting skills and the occasional impromptu reputation, dazzled the audience with antics from the last Mr. Bean show, or even better. Shane simply made the audience go "WAH" with his accented language, in his role of Sir Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jazz band rattled the bemused audience with solo after solo, especially the memorable "Reuel Kong" solo. Decked in collared tees, they razzled the audience with 80's tactics, and sunglasses totally stole the show. Not the most entertaining to me, but entertaining enough to keep my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jam band was the main show for me, I am actually proud of them, for their successful performance. Very very great performance. Especially when the spontaneous audience (mostly VS boys) stood up to do the "VS Unite" cheer, with much, well, cheer and joyfulness and spirit to say the most. After which was the VS anthem, full of unity and strength, especially at the word "Sons", after the co-ed brewery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, EMD was an enjoyable night for me, a terrifyingly great show, freaky, but SUPER DUPER UBER cool. If I had a chance in 2 years to come, I would definitely take my money and spend it on such as these. John and Nicholas were good MCs by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give this concert a 4.9 /5, and if not for the actors forgetting some of their lines, I would give them a 5. But anyway, congratulations to the committee for making this concert such a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Ms Koh, Mrs Poon, Mr Ee, Ms Lorraine Tham, John; Chairman of ELDDS, all the involved guests and behind-the-scenes people. It was certainly a happy success I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, about the talent part. Does it include me? I should think so. Maybe I have found my place in Victoria School. To my approval and point of view, I have found after thorough research and skilful presentation, that talents in VS have been split into three main parts, basically Musical, Sports, and Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I part of these three? Am I fit to be in these three categories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It leaves much to be thought about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112576412466545052?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112576412466545052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112576412466545052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112576412466545052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112576412466545052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112576412466545052' title='Evenin&apos; Of Music &amp; Drama.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112506555553813627</id><published>2005-08-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:42:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpleased with unfavourable circumstances.</title><content type='html'>Unpleased and unjustified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was practice for my service on Sunday, and JC just said that he doesn't need Sam to play anymore because James is playing the guitar. Very unjustifyable action, but heck. Actually he should just get Sam as the rhythm guitarist, so if there's any error. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. And anyway today's jamming session was super fun. We were playing like mad dogs at the end. I just got a bouquet from someone, so I will continue to work hard. "Good sense of rhythm and tempo" really made my day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it's back to work, to crafting out the form for people to dedicate songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then I guess I'll cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112506555553813627?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112506555553813627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112506555553813627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112506555553813627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112506555553813627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112506555553813627' title='Unpleased with unfavourable circumstances.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112469632987650186</id><published>2005-08-22T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:38:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The top mistake modern society in context has made.</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing casually through poignant memories of my friendster account, a thing of the olden past, and saw many other human's accounts (on account of the fact that even animals have their own accounts) which held plenty of pictures to go "gaga" over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hence reminded of the oblivion that the society in concern is exposed to, and hidden under. This blanket of lies and deceit, holds the fact that society has become realist to looks being an important factor, in improving or persisting in substantiality. The facade has gone far from being a minor quandary; to one of complex solemnity, one that requires perspicuous headwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thence, I reveal the top mistake modern society has made, and insofar as to date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks are the most important factor and issue to survival in the world today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that people are perpetually turning to disfigure their humdrummed faces to a seemingly better predicament? As long as this this line of work perdures, the vicious cycle will never be effectuated or discontinued, and the trend will further be a continual hindrance to citizens in society. It also imposes a great instigation to teenagers through trend-setting, and provides a false idea of how life should be completed; with surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stand and perception of this matter; though it does not comprise of much thought and analysis, is that "Looks do not matter, because beauty is in the eyes of the beholder". If you cannot acquire the position you want in your job because of the way you look; or rather the way people look at you, I'd say the job's pretty much redundant and useless in society, and it's worth nothing more than a garbage truck, waiting to be disposed by the officers of retrenchment. You'd be better off painting caricatures off the bay, for passers-by, one of whom might be someone distinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading to, I would say that not only the business world is the main hustle-and-bustle, but there are other career paths to take which would most probably give you the vital and necessitous enjoyment in life; which brings me to say that careers are things you take up to fulfill your life, not use your life to fulfill your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take charge and manage priorities is all I have to say, in conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought a CD rack already, one made of garbage wood, and a metal organiser, with three trays fitted in. The paint sometimes come off, but right now it doesn't. Also bought an orange rug to fit my room. Oh and I'm aiming for another bright red/pink couch to put in my room. It would be a blessing and a total mix of colors to fill in my room. Plenty of space too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After IKEA, went to Queensway shopping centre to grab a few shirts. Not shoes, the shoe prices there are VERY VERY extravagant. Too little on hand to buy them, and no purpose too. The shirts I bought, one was an extra thin one, it's a gray one with weird wordings on it (You see, the weird wordings make it look good). Also bought one shirt called the 4WD thingy, and it's from a Christian Manufacturer I think, because it's brand name is JABEZ. Yeah, and it had the verse from Psalms I think, and it was lime green in color. I'm going to wear that on Sunday man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just finished my piano exam. I won't say much, basically it's because of the lack of words to describe it. I can only wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112469632987650186?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112469632987650186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112469632987650186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112469632987650186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112469632987650186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112469632987650186' title='The top mistake modern society in context has made.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112446607118061435</id><published>2005-08-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:41:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria thy sons are we.</title><content type='html'>A cacophony of voices rang in my headstrong mind. Not the first time that a hype was brought up at 7am in the morning, and when I stepped in. Although those hypes were plenty more of a disciplinary problem rather than a Z-type relational worriment. Not that I'm finding a point of Dullsville, but aplenty talk that has set the botheration going made the fact imminent that I have had to make the arbitration; one that will probably set Victorians thinking where they have gone immensely incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'd hope that I wouldn't have to, only when circumstances do occur, that I have to lament my heart out to those frumps who are profoundly infantile, with thoughts too puerile to comprehend. If I had a choice, I would hanker after a better predilection, where they can sort out their psyche, and make their argument more immaculate. Right now it's immaculately flawed. Yes, an irony, I know. But I have no other vocabulary bombastic enough to describe their infantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbecilic behaviour has broken out thus far in Victoria School as a grievious attempt at getting back and laying the cards down with the principal. I will not state my stand on this issue, as it holds a myriad of multitudinous arguments to clarify on both sides of the altercation. Even inquisiturient reporters are busting into the intransigent gates of our Marine Parade dwelling, hoping to poke their long and lofty loathed noses into anything concurrent with the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm prodigiously nauseated with is the fact that even staff (I shall not name) are taking sides. I shall not comment on it, but I tell you that my punctiliousness  has overtaken my restfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more I could say, but I would just say that I had immensely frittered away my precious time, with my PB comrades discussing and cogitating on what would be done of Teacher's Day. Very odd, we stayed till late, yet the school gates are still open. We stayed back with Calvin, Marcus Ng, Marcus Chen. Of course, YH and I took the never-changing bus 31 back to our humble abodes, where we rest our hungry souls, hungering and thirsting for a sip of restfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me that I have to read my Purpose Driven Life book now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get going and set my booty off to work then, till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112446607118061435?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112446607118061435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112446607118061435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112446607118061435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112446607118061435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112446607118061435' title='Victoria thy sons are we.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112133809671239497</id><published>2005-07-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:48:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not trivialize.</title><content type='html'>We were told off. Again, but this time seriously. And then again, jokers in our class started to give stupid comments. However we feel we have been treated unfairly. FY really should take the role of a student and feel what we feel. Marcus' name was put down. It isn't fair, we just went for duty, that's all. Anyway, my feelings were justified when Brian spoke on behalf of Ms Ho, rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to work together to make things happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this always apply to everything? Even in my organisation, things require this statement to set situations right. Very very saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel we need to have a day, where we speak to our juniors, to our colleagues of the same level, we need a day to set things right. What's the use of an outside organisation aiding us? What is the use when we can't help ourselves? We don't have any operations that are overcover that is going on, and that we know of. We complain that we have no resources but what is done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have this, we don't have that. Hell, we don't have nothing. No teamwork, no co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other things to worry about on hand, things about disrespect, things about mutual respect, things about responsibilities. Hell, what if we all fall down together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. We have enough worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30586.html"&gt;When you're part of a team, you stand up for your teammates. Your loyalty is to them. You protect them through good and bad, because they'd do the same for you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30586.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=30586"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30586.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Yogi_Berra/"&gt;Yogi Berra&lt;/a&gt; (1925 - ), "When You Come to a Fork in the Road, Take It" -- Ch. 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112133809671239497?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112133809671239497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112133809671239497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112133809671239497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112133809671239497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112133809671239497' title='Do not trivialize.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112090229883939852</id><published>2005-07-09T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:44:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWDC Judging, and my abilities.</title><content type='html'>Just for the fun of it, I asked my junior to help me do an online system to log scores for the judging of our competition's entries. I was obviously surprised when he agreed, and I was greeted yesterday with a nice nifty looking layout for the judging process, complete with working logins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was then indulging in my past years in IT Club. What have I been doing to help the club? Well, I sincerely wish that my juniors as well as my seniors can feel it, and have felt it. Right now I'm putting my best in the club, trying very hard to work together with my EXCO. And of course, yesterday I've witnessed the most horrible thing in an organisation, but no talk about it allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day judging will end. Everything will come to a stop. We will have to email them our results. We will then complete the first process. Woohoo. By the way, I have deleted a website off our system and it's Xishan Primary's, because it was a repeat upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing more about today, was pretty boring, but I managed to complete a bit of my tuition homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112090229883939852?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112090229883939852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112090229883939852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112090229883939852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112090229883939852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112090229883939852' title='NEWDC Judging, and my abilities.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112075083852215589</id><published>2005-07-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:43:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsta's Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alyon.org/generale/theatre/cinema/affiches_cinema/d/d-dem/dangerous_minds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.alyon.org/generale/theatre/cinema/affiches_cinema/d/d-dem/dangerous_minds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs just force your emotions out of you. Like Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio. It's just so emotional, and reaches out to those kids living in the ghetto. Do they really seem that bad? Or are we just misunderstanding them? "Dangerous Minds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was reading up a bit on child slavery tonight, and was shocked at some of the findings I had today. "21st Century Slavery" was the words that greeted me at &lt;a href="http://www.anti-slaverysociety.addr.com/toc.htm"&gt;this website.&lt;/a&gt; Was pretty interesting yet shocking, and I have to admit that I didn't think slavery still existed in such rampant amounts. I thought it was a sort of a rock age thing. Obviously I was proved wrong, and emotions got the better of me again. Let me give to you my speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Importance to Fight Child Slavery&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;By: Leong Zhiwei Mark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Maybe you think we live in a bright and cheery world of justice and freedom, maybe you think we reside in a peaceful country free from the dark nights of war, maybe you think that freedom comes easy and what dictates it is only the number 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, banish these unrealistic thoughts and let us step down to earth, to reality. I have come here today, to reach out to you, to inform you, and to educate you on the woes of the world today, more importantly, the abuse of young human beings, in slavery. Yes, yes, even in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Everyday in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;West Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;, people are dying from human sacrifice stretching from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;, to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;. Everyday in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Middle East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;, millions of young women die from the horror of drug abusage by their owners, who engage in the act of modern slavery. Everyday, yes everyday, hierodules in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt; are subjected to the cruel acts of dark torment based on the misconception through religion, and yet we are still here, doomed to the dark sunset of oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;No we must not let this wicked acts continue; we must not let the stares of disdain from the society of civilization continue. Whenever you eat your chocolate, do you ever think about how it comes about? Let me put this to you, 50% of the world’s production of chocolate – the internationally acclaimed favourite snack – comes from the product of child slavery starting in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Ivory Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;. They are tired and beaten of the lives they lead, paid with the eternal separation from their once-bright destinies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not finished yet, and I'll probably finish up the last three paragraphs by tomorrow at the IT Lab during English lessons. Obviously I have my emotion-filled feelings in there. So I guess it was a rather committed and fruitful effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/mnt/media/image/launched/2005-07-07/london2t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/mnt/media/image/launched/2005-07-07/london2t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London's bombing came as a shock to me, especially since I knew they got chosen as the host for Olympics 2012. It's kind of complimentary isn't it? Like a EVM at Burger King, and they give you this free toy, only more deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest is 33 dead as you can see from the Straits Times Website. Terrorists, they take every opportune moment to have a strike at luck. I really pity these people, and if only &lt;a href="http://rrr.kimcm.dk/Notes/Pandora.html"&gt;pandora's box&lt;/a&gt; wasn't opened. But however it goes, hope still exists in the world, and Humanity will take over. After all, there's still a conscience in every one of us, and it will take o'er someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say today is, God Bless You. Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112075083852215589?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112075083852215589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112075083852215589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112075083852215589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112075083852215589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112075083852215589' title='Gangsta&apos;s Paradise'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112066128116163030</id><published>2005-07-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:48:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWDC frenzy.</title><content type='html'>Whee.. This past 2 weeks after the holidays are really hectic, full of NEWDC stuff. Uploading of files, going to handle certificates, printing of certificates, trying out papers, new teacher 2nd IC for ITC... Loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy I'm doing all these for the club, not because I have to do it, but because I'm willing to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, four of us left at 7.00pm ++, and we escaped the 2nd floor, through a hole, on the 1/2 floor. Thank goodness Mrs Bala was there with us, if not we wouldn't have escaped the school, in the end we would have stayed there to upload the rest of the websites. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a short entry to prelude my busy week ahead of me. Will see you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112066128116163030?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112066128116163030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112066128116163030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112066128116163030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112066128116163030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112066128116163030' title='NEWDC frenzy.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-112041142968913139</id><published>2005-07-04T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:23:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in template</title><content type='html'>Hey all, been wondering for a very long time, and now it's time to keep up with the flow. I've decided to change the blog template, again. -groan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all for the better anyways. I will probably get up a radio.blog soon. Heh, need my senior to teach me how to. Anyway, I just got a new spectacle frame and it's rather cool. And because it's so cool, I can only wear it when I'm outside, and not at home. Not during PE too. If not the spectacles will get hurt. And it won't be that, "cool" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been busy these days with my school work and all, and my NEWDC committments, and will not probably be back soon, so guess I'd do the updating later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, playing for my church band is not an easy task, especially when you have to juggle between different tasks, such as your competition and your band practices. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's service wasn't boring at all, it was educational, but somehow after that I was left in a daze, and couldn't remember anything at all. Never mind that, maybe my mind's awake at afternoons. Anyways, I went to Toa Payoh with Jie to meet Mum and so we bought some Old Chang Kee's squids, sotong balls, and nuggets to eat on the way there. And right after that we bought chwee kuehs, and a roti boy bread. All these filled my mouth to the brim, and I'm like, so full I could hardly eat my dinner. I didn't finish, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after that I went to take my IC photo, which was probably cool because of my new spectacles. LOL, but I'm not cool mind you. Tomorrow will have to go register the IC, and then, ta-dah! It will be sent to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess I should jet-off to sleep now. Just to add a song into my blog. Then I'm done. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-112041142968913139?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/112041142968913139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=112041142968913139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112041142968913139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/112041142968913139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112041142968913139' title='Change in template'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111925519108210304</id><published>2005-06-20T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:13:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel</title><content type='html'>Time passes really fast, like a figment of your imagination. One second you're there at the KFC in town, the next you're right snug in your couch at home, reading that book you have to finish before school starts. Holidays are almost over boy. I really need a breather still, after all that happened, Korea, Homework, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hectic. I need a refresher, a break from all this hectivity of life. Soon, school will start and it will be work, work, and more work again. I won't be able to go on the computer that often anymore, and late nights no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what I want to do most during the holidays, should be done right now, including the finishing of my homework. Darn. How I wish there wasn't any holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 152 pages into the book already, and there's about a 50 pages left, only. Well, if you call that only. But I'm pretty sure I will be able to finish it, by tomorrow by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this week, there will be a jamming session, but I don't know when since the people can't confirm as of yet. Will be deciding on it later but for now I'm going back to my book already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I have settled the financial difficulties for my website and it will soon be up. Of course, this blog will be revamped again, and may be deleted to make room for other bloggers vying for this name. I shall refrain from saying anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111925519108210304?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111925519108210304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111925519108210304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111925519108210304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111925519108210304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111925519108210304' title='Time Travel'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111893944202828527</id><published>2005-06-17T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:30:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories &amp; Disappointments.</title><content type='html'>You can't imagine how sudden it was. To worry over a certain something while you are on a holiday, returning home only to find shock right in your face. NOTHING has been done. Can't be helped, I've failed in getting my members to do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've talked to Calvin today through MSN, and he's a great listener. Thanks Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I've found what I have to do now, and my mind is rather clear now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're alone in the house, and you think about things like the Korea Trip, and being together with your family for a week or so, you feel a sense of nostalgia and somehow I got that feeling today, and it was weird. I haven't had that sense of nostalgia for quite a bit already, and this is the first time in 3 years. The last time I had it, I even cried I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my birthday's coming already, and I'm expecting very little gifts. Sigh. But I think the best gift the Lord has given me thus far is the chance to play in a band in church. I'm going to play in a band for the PDL Services in July! That's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. :) Cheerios everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111893944202828527?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111893944202828527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111893944202828527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111893944202828527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111893944202828527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111893944202828527' title='Memories &amp; Disappointments.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111789653394871888</id><published>2005-06-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:48:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello/How are you? [Korean Translation] Aniyohaseyo?</title><content type='html'>It's about 24 hours and 30 more minutes to my flight. And here I am, typing out in my blog what I really want to say before leaving for Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be a trip worth waiting for, because I have really wanted to go there since, I don't know, last year? Think it was because of some silly reason which might have sparked a worthy conversation. Something about Korean girls and stuff. Oh yeah, about BoA I think. Maybe she's not that attractive anymore. It's Chae Yeon we're talking about man. Yeah. Her sexy dance moves in Doohl Ee Suh's MV, whoa! It's electrical attraction. Okay, I just got two Live Concerts on her, and dayum, did she look fine in her duet with Jang Joon Yong, however you spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be having an obsession with Korea. Anyways, I'm just so excited. Airplane flight would be the most exciting I guess. Gosh, I just can't wait. 10.30pm is a long wait. Gahh. In the meantime, I'mma jump some hoops, do some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, can't take my mind off the whole matter. As a matter of fact, I've finished getting another MV, well not exactly MV, it's just a segment of entertainment news from Japan, on this group called Jewelry. Yeah, though it's not exactly Korean, but you still can say both are closely related (Although both countries - Japan and North Korea - are in protest against in each other). Hah, and right now I shall be downloading yet another one. One on Sugar, a J-pop group. Wow, getting too much of sweets and chocolate, and now sugar. Pure sugar. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, tomorrow's Sunday. Should be a fun day in church. Combined service. Umm, did somebody let out a little groan? -tsk tsk- Well if it'd be a guest speaker, I don't really mind, but my attention span gets a little out of control sometimes. Uncontrollable attention spans = hyperactivity? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Club's camp. I hope everything will be good as gold. I really want this camp to be a success, so I think I will do my best. T-shirt design. Procrastinated, procrastinated, procrastinated. I really need to get the T-shirt design done so we can have it. And catering of food too. But if these work out fine, all I have to oversee right now is Aaron Lake handling it very smoothly with the co-operation of my fellow colleagues. I hope this will raise our morale and even after the camp, more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is everything going on, and how will things go on without me there. I know Warran will do his job, but somehow there's this mental block that's preventing me from moving on. I really have to call Aaron Lake tomorrow. Sometimes he needs a little pushing, and he's moving. Or at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be deceived anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blog-song. It's the hip music from the Channel 8 serial known as "From Zero To Hero". Oh well, I'm going to miss the "Tong Xin Yuan" epi's altogether. Thank goodness I have the TV guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've just completed Sugar - 2005 News.avi. Heh, I'm mad aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I guess I better crash back to bed right now, because it's getting rather late. Gotta go then, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and can you believe it? My last air flight (at least when I could remember) was to Australia! That was freakin' four years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: A barrage of songs, undefined rock, bubblegum pop (even though I hate it so much), easy listening, and love songs. (EWW, all mushy and romantic stuff, but I like it :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111789653394871888?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111789653394871888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111789653394871888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111789653394871888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111789653394871888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789653394871888' title='Hello/How are you? [Korean Translation] Aniyohaseyo?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111764256098613019</id><published>2005-06-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:16:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework doesn't seem much.</title><content type='html'>I've just completed a lot of my homework. ^^ Which basically means I have loads of time in my school holidays to slack. Oh well, but slacking means unproductivity, which obviously a geek doesn't want to achieve ultimately, so I guess it's back to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a haircut within the week, thought it would look better to put on for the Korea trip. It's been quite a while, and it's only about 3 days more to the trip! Imagine having fun with your cousin in a foreign country! If only we were the only two put on the plane. It would be fun to experience Korea together. Too bad independence would come into thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've managed to complete my E. Math homework today, with the graphs and all. I've also unofficially completed my summaries, and will print it out sooner or later. The sources will be searched for soon as well. Procastinating isn't always good, so I promise right here, right now that I will do it after I come back from Korea. For now, it's almost time for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather short post for someone like me, so regular readers, please don't be disappointed. I will come back with more interesting posts next time. Or maybe tomorrow? Perhaps. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Rachael Yamagata - 1963&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111764256098613019?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111764256098613019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111764256098613019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111764256098613019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111764256098613019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764256098613019' title='Homework doesn&apos;t seem much.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111677132152119155</id><published>2005-05-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:15:21.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road-trip.</title><content type='html'>Life's been a road trip, from here to there, to here again, yet still landing up at the same place. Surprised? No. Sometimes if you look at it through the spyglass, it's nothing but a winding road, full of obstacles, full of opportunities. These things mold you. Then you take a look on the outside of the whole thing, at a bird's eye view. It could shock you from up here, because you then realise that the whole trip leads all to one place. So life's a road trip, and there are several paths which you  can choose to take. either the ones that lead you straight ahead, or the ones full of obstacles and winding paths, which can mold you and your character, changing you everyday in every way into a better person. Character Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've thought of a few things that has happened to me the past week, and I'm surprised I managed to pull through. It was SA results revealing week. Needless to say, I was the least bit confident for my results. But that, later. I started to feel really disappointed when I received my first result. Chemistry. It was totally shocking, and it shouldn't even come as a starter! My mood then got affected the whole day and it was horrific. I was feeling very inferior to my classmates. Paper after paper, the most unexpected of results came. Even Physics, even E Maths. All these came to me as rapid shocks to my still virgin brain. It was horrific. I was at a lubugrious state. It was ludicrous, but I didn't seem to know it. The whole day I stared into blank space, waiting for a miracle to happen somehow. "Oh please, make this results void, right now. Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all dawned upon me two days later, aftershocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the IT Labs, Firdaus was there. It was time to collect our MT scripts. I asked him, "Why aren't you going to see your scripts?" He replied, "Well, I think that it doesn't matter to me anymore. As long as I work hard next term." These few words of inspiration came to me like a bolt of lightning quick to the act, into my head. Mindless thoughts were displaced by lucid dreams of the future. Not so much of consoled by the fact that he thinks that way, but rather glad that there are people who are like that, and I'm pressed on to follow in their footsteps. No more hallucinations, no more weird and useless dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon when I reported my results to my parents, I was needless to say, shrouded with uncertainty and darkness, but I wasn't affected. Because I knew I tried my very best and yet I got these results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, later in the week, I realised this thought, and turned it into reality. I shall then apply this to everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In everything you have done, if you think you've tried your best, you have. However, if you are disappointed in the results of what you've done, you have not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, I leave you with these words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111677132152119155?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111677132152119155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111677132152119155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111677132152119155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111677132152119155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111677132152119155' title='The Road-trip.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111641402244456541</id><published>2005-05-18T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:00:22.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking Day. Yeahoo, Holiday.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, as you guys might have guessed from the title, today was Marking Day, a supposed holiday for the Secondary Threes, basically a reward for them for mugging so hard (for those who actually did) for their Mid Years. Yeah, although some of us had trouble going through the papers day by day, as the difficulty level grew deeper and higher, and the number of stumped people increasing every 1 hour, we still managed to pull through people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me just tell you what really ruined my "holiday". Today, we Secondary Three Prefects of VSPB 2005 had to go back to school. -groan- Might as well, and we couldn't complain about this. So we just went along with it, and poof. We ended up in school. Of course, the purpose of coming to school was actually to do our duties, as well as two dialogue sessions with the Secondary 1s and the Secondary 2s. Rotten luck, we only had the dialogue session with the Secondary 1s. So practically, they wasted our time in the VSPB room, and we were like slacking there, when we were dismissed like an hour ago? Geez, damn the Secondary 2s man, they wasted our freaking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was about 3.00pm when we finally decided to head home, YH and me. So it was like, we played a final -silent- game of carrom, and I won -miraculously-, and then YH just got up and left for the hall. Followed him to the hall, and then I saw him looking for something. He said he was looking for Mr. CYH's file.  I was like -ooooohhh!!- he's a goner if he doesn't find it. Blah blah blah, then we went around the school -not exactly really around, but around the hall block area- and tried to find the file. Alas, we couldn't catch a glimpse of it! So I decided to wait for YH in the PB room. However, when he returned, he returned with the damned white file, who wasted precious 30 minutes of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we compiled some of the latecomer's lists, and we gave them to Mr. C, after which we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then I reached home at about 4pm. And as an added plus, hated piano lesson, on a weekday. You know how demoralising that is? When you get asked to practise your piano, RIGHT AFTER your exam, on the day itself? How irritating that gets? It's like, getting a heavy brick off your feet, while getting hit with another basketball. "Oh, after my exams I'm supposed to like, take up the next responsibility!" Yah, like I'm not human. Oh nono, I'm not human, I'm like superhuman, with special capabilties to enjoy myself and do work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT AFTER&lt;/span&gt; an exam! Look at me! I'm so proud of myself! Everyone just wants to have fun, in the proportionate amounts, yet some people just like to keep their "sub-ordinates" in check, making sure they do their work during "off-days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow YH will be leaving for KSS after school, and returning for soccer training. I'm still deciding where to go after school, since YH house is closed. Maybe Marcus' house? Calvin's? Or Zong He's? It was said they have a holiday tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I must concentrate to do my "work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May death see us part, Vader. BTW Vader died in SW III!! How cool is that, you get to see his face! W00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111641402244456541?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111641402244456541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111641402244456541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111641402244456541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111641402244456541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111641402244456541' title='Marking Day. Yeahoo, Holiday.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111589390524968855</id><published>2005-05-12T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:31:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G-e-tech.com has adverse effects on addiction.</title><content type='html'>I've become addicted to searching for hosts. Not in the sense everyday, but you can say that I'm rather desperate in finding webhosts. I want to host my blog on another website. And use that site for my own personal stuff as well. Wouldn't mind a fully integrated CGI - PHP - Fantastico Supported webhost. It's really cool the limits they go to offer you free services. I think I'd stick around their web business "asses" and check out what they have to offer. May go for them once I get the hang of it, and want to get something more worth it but paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to webhost searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111589390524968855?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111589390524968855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111589390524968855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111589390524968855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111589390524968855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111589390524968855' title='G-e-tech.com has adverse effects on addiction.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111579843014128915</id><published>2005-05-11T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:41:24.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of dragons, dungeons and bleak futures.</title><content type='html'>Speaking of dragons, dungeons; or more crudely put Dungeons and Dragons, otherwise known as DND by avid and addicted gamers out there, what is the freaking big deal with this game? I don't see and don't peak any interest in gaming in such unrealistic, unachievable fantasy. Simply put, I go for more realistical activities such as Splinter Cell, or NFSU. Think I might consider buying another game in the June Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to remind you guys that now is the exam period. Whee. Studying for A Math tomorrow, I have finished 5 subjects already (or you may want to say only). English, GSS, Chemistry, E Math and Physics. Now I can tell you these papers are not easy. However, Physics' Paper 1 was a breeze. Simply put, too good to be true. And now I wonder, what will be of the rest of the 3 subjects. A Maths, Biology as well as the finishing round, Mother Tongue + Listening Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those foreign readers out there, I really don't know why they have to test your hearing. I mean, don't we all have enough of like regular health checks at school to test your hearing, even your sight (which some people blatantly lie at just to get a 6/6) as well as your spine. No, it doesn't involve obscene checks, with nurses who are chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more, if you're looking for a cute nurse, maybe you want to check her out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.photodiary.org/large/c_9898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photodiary.org/large/c_9898.jpg"&gt;Click here to enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, enjoy yourself at nurse fetishes while I go do my household chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun yet? No? Okay, I'll come back when you had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I can't wait anymore, you go clean yourself up while I'll wait and write out my life story. As I was saying, Listening Comprehension is a bore. So they decide to waste 1 hour (not even 1 hour is dedicated to my Geog. Elective paper today) on a freaking stupid listening test. When all of us just want to go home. Oh, on second thought, I'll be going shopping by myself. Sheesh. Maybe I'll date out one of the girls from my primary school? &lt;img src="http://markefx.bizhat.com/blog/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'll show you a photo of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 223px;" src="http://markefx.bizhat.com/blog/cute-japanese-girl.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markefx.bizhat.com/blog/cute-japanese-girl.gif"&gt;Click here to enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, she's so gorgeous, even if it means a still picture. Heck , I'd ask her out now man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I'll be off to study for my Additional Mathematics right now. Gosh, look at the time. I guess I'd see you guys later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating my blog VERY often during the holidays yah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111579843014128915?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111579843014128915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111579843014128915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111579843014128915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111579843014128915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111579843014128915' title='Of dragons, dungeons and bleak futures.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111269929368190708</id><published>2005-04-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:08:13.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest future, brightest light I've ever seen.</title><content type='html'>It's been only 10 months since we've been inducted. Yet one of us had to leave, once again. Why? To my greatest knowledge, though he's not one of those better prefects, he still is a very cheery person, and I like his attitude (despite his attitude in duties). We spent all these months together as a board, and one by one, all of them had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest will stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111269929368190708?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111269929368190708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111269929368190708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111269929368190708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111269929368190708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111269929368190708' title='Darkest future, brightest light I&apos;ve ever seen.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111254745773575777</id><published>2005-04-04T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:57:37.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of time and tide, and man's wait for humanity.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to change my blog layout soon. So watch for a layout change happening at a blog near you. Remember to bookmark this blog cos' it's gonna blow in your face! And don't go away, we'll be back very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hiatus-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111254745773575777?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111254745773575777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111254745773575777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111254745773575777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111254745773575777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111254745773575777' title='Of time and tide, and man&apos;s wait for humanity.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111254693384572431</id><published>2005-04-04T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:48:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of time and tide, and man's wait for humanity.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have to change my blog layout soon. So watch for a layout change happening at a blog near you. Remember to bookmark this blog cos' it's gonna blow in your face! And don't go away, we'll be back very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hiatus-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111254693384572431?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111254693384572431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111254693384572431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111254693384572431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111254693384572431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111254693384572431' title='Of time and tide, and man&apos;s wait for humanity.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111252412621311663</id><published>2005-04-03T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:28:46.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-pop &amp; K-pop playlist</title><content type='html'>I've grown a little craze over Japanese Pop and Korean pop recently. Wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SweetS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lolita Strawberry in Summer&lt;br /&gt;- Love Like Candy Floss&lt;br /&gt;- Grow Into Shining Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka Hinoi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wanna Be Your Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;- Tatta Hitori No Kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heartful&lt;br /&gt;- Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nami Tamaki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyori:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene (s.e.s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Windy&lt;br /&gt;- Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chae Yeon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doohl Ee Suh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aya Ueto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pureness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ Plenty of good music there. Gotta go check it out. If you are a newbie to J-pop and K-pop, I advise you to start with an open mind. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111252412621311663?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111252412621311663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111252412621311663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111252412621311663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111252412621311663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252412621311663' title='J-pop &amp; K-pop playlist'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111246280168287246</id><published>2005-04-03T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:26:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of External Hard Drives &amp; Storage</title><content type='html'>Good day all. Having a wild of a time are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to blog on yesterday's or the day's events. Just gonna talk about EXT. HDDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is desperately running out of space and I therefore need space to keep these important info in. Hence, the idea of a EXT. HDD came in. I was kind of desperate so I went around the WWW searching for sources, then came across the ever-so-famous hardwarezone.com and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hardwarezone.com/articles/view.php?id=1228&amp;cid=10&amp;amp;pg=1" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.hardwarezone.com/articles/view.php?id=1228&amp;cid=10&amp;amp;pg=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, now where were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i decided to discuss this topic on some forums that I visit, and voila! they gave me specific good ones! let's see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techimo.com/articles/i82.html" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;http://www.techimo.com/articles/i82.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this product is described by xelfer much thorougly despite his claim not to have any knowledge about HDDs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; Don't know that much about external hard drives, but I'm using this one called "Metal Gear Box" (serious, not joking!) which takes 3.5" desktop hdd. It's a simple rigid metal casing with no in-built fan. Draws heat away by convection (metal surface, mesh sides, etc). Mine runs on usb2, but I think there's a firewire version too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a USB2 is good enough for me. Price wise, I haven't really checked it out. But i'm gonna ask for maxtor and seagate stuff. so please step back, the questioning machine is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a thought about dragging someone down to sl-sq to do some fierce and serious recee-ing. maybe with zh or something. alrighty then, off to some research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111246280168287246?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111246280168287246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111246280168287246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111246280168287246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111246280168287246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111246280168287246' title='Of External Hard Drives &amp; Storage'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111210477586219996</id><published>2005-03-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:59:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandah Aceh, Indonesia [PR]</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't already known, there was a quake at around 11.09PM EST and it was catastrophic. It was a 9.0 earthquake, and it killed around 296 people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.michigandaily.com/vimages/shared/vnews/stories/s-424941db124c2-93-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="artCaption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sri Lankan family, survivors of Asian tsunami of Dec. 26, listens for updates of a possible tsunami at a temporary shelter for the displaced, after the government issued a warning, in Colombo, Sri Lanka. (AP PHOTO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not as serious as the December 26th tsunami that happened along the coasts of Thailand, Sri Lanka, and several other areas of Asia, warnings were still issued. However, this quake has been considered to be of moderate depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details covered here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.michigandaily.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2005/03/29/424941db124c2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, my friends. As you can see here, life is so fragile. Just a moment of unpreparedness can cause a lot of harm, if not severe harm, enough to cause your death, the loss of your worthy lives. For who is to predict his own death, much less the end of the world? Life hangs by a loose end, like a drop of water hanging from the bottom of a windowsill; hard to know when it drops and falls, easy to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I seek your favour to commit yourself to a prayer, just a silent prayer for the victims of this earthquake, to give your blessings and grant wisdom to them, regardless of what religion you are. I just ask of you to comfort them through prayer, for these families may be going through a rough time, especially since only three months have passed after the Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fragile, so where are you going to make it head to? To nowhere? At the end of your death, where are you going? Are you going to make a chance to dash through the gates of the in-betweens to rush back to life again? Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received an email recently about a NASA prediction of the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premonitions, are they real? Are they accurate? Must they exist? Do they help in the development of our world, or does these information help us to live life more fruitfully? Practically, maybe yes, but theoretically, it's definitely a negative answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA predicts the end of the world is decided by a meteor that will hit Earth in 15 years' time.&lt;br /&gt;This meteor is said to cause an impact huge enough to destroy a whole continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this may be true, yes, but what really matters and is important at the end of this whole yabba-dabba-doo is that whether you care about your current existence, and whether you care to make any changes to it so that you may live life without no regrets. Friends, are you willing to change your life for the end of the world? Are you living a life of regret? Did you say 'Thank You' to the stallholder this morning? Or just walked away after your purchases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment, you'll lose it when it all ends; like a drop of water hanging on the windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111210477586219996?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111210477586219996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111210477586219996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111210477586219996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111210477586219996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111210477586219996' title='Bandah Aceh, Indonesia [PR]'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111167789210282067</id><published>2005-03-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:24:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters by JM</title><content type='html'>Fathers be good to your daughters,&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do.&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers,&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good, to your daughters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer, Daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache's cured! Whee thank god. But also must pray for John's maid, whose maid's mother passed away. I bet she's experiencing a rough time. Help her be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished my E Math homework, the rest leave for.. Umm. Dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, Bio report to finish, A Math worksheets, as well as two chinese compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellsh, back to rehearsing for Briefing Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111167789210282067?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111167789210282067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111167789210282067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111167789210282067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111167789210282067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167789210282067' title='Daughters by JM'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111141241776005834</id><published>2005-03-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:40:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Severe Headache</title><content type='html'>I'm having some sort of a severe headache and won't be able to write much. Today's first day of school reopening. Nothing much of a *BANG* anyway, just glad to see Calvin back. Calvin's sick too, having a fever. Quite hot, I advised him to go home. Glad to listen to Mansoor open up to us today, feels like home. Anyway, I guess I better run, it's getting late and I need to sleep. At 9.38pm. Feeling super shagged, very pain head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111141241776005834?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111141241776005834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111141241776005834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111141241776005834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111141241776005834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141241776005834' title='Severe Headache'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111105082587735000</id><published>2005-03-17T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:13:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayovers</title><content type='html'>I'm having a stay over right now, at my cousin's house.  I finally finished my E Maths homework, yes all of them. I feel a great sense of accomplishment, and I'm targeting to finish all my A Mathematics homework by tomorrow morning. Which will probably be a drag because of stupid graphs. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will try to finish my physics in the evening after dinner, as well as my chemistry, and then voila! I will be left with A Maths, which I will obviously and confidently be able to finish before the holidays end, using the weekends fully for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Aaron will be heading to school for a project, so the whole morning will be for me to finish my A Mathematics, hopefully. Just got news that I've to read a whole powerpoint to finish my chemistry homework. How "unnerving".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron just said that it was "depressing", to not be able to play the Splinter Cell: Pandora's Tomorrow game that I brought for his "viewing pleasure". Dinner, looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, off to do some "genuine work".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111105082587735000?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111105082587735000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111105082587735000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111105082587735000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111105082587735000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111105082587735000' title='Stayovers'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111081647833721511</id><published>2005-03-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:28:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadgets, Strings, and everything else.</title><content type='html'>13th March 2005 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's events were not spectacular, just a normal visit to church as like every Sundays, just that I enjoyed the music there a lot. After service, we didn't have BS because Terence was here and I planned to go to the IT Show with my cousins. Kind of envious of the Zen Micro really, but what I'm aiming for is the iPod Mini. Oh well, I guess I will never get it anyway, because of it's price firstly, and the fact that I've "never really proven myself" worthy. It's like, so far away from grasp. Also, the fact that "we have a tight budget on things" doesn't allow me to do so, and "it's too crowded" and stuff like that, which is factual no doubt, but somehow contradicts with other facts such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having more than 11 pairs of shoes in the house&lt;br /&gt;- Having a cupboard full of clothing which obviously look the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross reference. History has taught me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day, nothing else happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th March -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of a new day, awoke at around 10am +. It was horrid, I planned to wake at 9.30. Let's look at the day's plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30 am - Wakey &amp;amp; Breakfast @ Mac's at Shaw Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am - Set off to Plaza Sing for show at 11.40am&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;+  -In between, window shopping (Guitar string [e] etc.)&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;11.40am to 2pm - Lemony Snicket's Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm - Grocery Shopping, final shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm++ - Home, preparation for swim @ SPANS&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;+ Swimming&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm - END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original plan, boy was the plan screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys gotta catch the movie man! It rocks totally, not your typical movie, but something mystical yet having a tinge of humour in it. Lemony Snicket, good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, the swim was not enjoyable because of the huge mass of people in the pool. Horrid I would say. At least I swam my minimum 3 laps. Had chicken wings for dinner today, and it was good. Not the best, but it was good. Hmm, I think I'm becoming a food connoisseur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111081647833721511?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111081647833721511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111081647833721511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111081647833721511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111081647833721511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111081647833721511' title='Gadgets, Strings, and everything else.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-111062000323626865</id><published>2005-03-12T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:15:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kluang, Johor &amp; the joys of babysitting</title><content type='html'>I've just came back yesterday from a camp filled with mosquitoes, bugs and spiders. Not to mention un-flushable toilets, as well as noisy insects. But the activities there were fun, not forgetting the pretty female instructors as well as raft polo. It's super fun! Oh, and dirty kayaking, fishing out murky muddy underwear, and also sliding across a line in water right to the other side. But after all this, please tell Mum I'll be alright, with a teacher like Miss Ho; she's like the best form teacher I've ever had. Very caring, and very amiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me recap on the events that happened this past three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day, we set off from school at 7am, pretty early, but that's not the point. I needed to come in uniform to do duty, and what's more, do traffic duty! Anyways, there's nothing wrong with traffic duty, but what's worse is that the CO (or carbon monoxide) that came out of billions of cars passing by making a huge TRAFFIC JAM interfered with my vision and my blocked nose, and this caused the sudden depression. Didn't do foyer duty today. Turned out that there were rosters for Foyer duty and traffic. How nice. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we changed into our PT kits, and we went to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, Calvin cried because he couldn't come with us. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day, we reached around lunchtime, and we pitched our tents. Our tent was horrible, it was totally weird, lol. I shared our tent with Jason, Zheng Whye, Alex, Jun Sen (yep, the well-rounded one), Zhan Liang &amp; Jian Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realised how "good" a prefect can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed the horrible actions and responsiblity of a certain prefect if you do know, in my tent. He was totally unlikely for a prefect. Not that I want to air dirty laundry or dig up rotten skeletons, but it's really demoralising to see that my own fellow prefect, fellow colleague behaving this way. I shan't publicise much about his actions here, but it's really horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day's activities were, raft building, as well as river crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, was just raft polo as well as kayaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day, was farmland topo, as well as initiative activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, highlight of the camp; a donkey with a 5th leg; if you get what i mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the camp was pretty fun, but sleeping was crazy. Squeezy and uncomfortable, but possible to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough crap about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my theory exam today. It was pretty easy, partly because of the format, which was always the same with the test papers I have done. Hah, I won't disappoint you, Mr. Ng. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, then I went to cuzzie's house at 6pm++ and I had to babysit them. Hard work, and no pay given. ;) Nah, kidding, but it was hard work. Right now I'm probably distracting them, so I better ask them to get back to work, while I enjoy myself on the computer. (: *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, just a major update from a week of hiatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-111062000323626865?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/111062000323626865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=111062000323626865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111062000323626865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/111062000323626865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111062000323626865' title='Kluang, Johor &amp; the joys of babysitting'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110969215519121167</id><published>2005-03-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:49:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorted out.</title><content type='html'>I've sorted out my thoughts thanks to Terence. Thanks Terence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall prove their points wrong, I shall prove to them what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go beyond expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110969215519121167?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110969215519121167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110969215519121167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110969215519121167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110969215519121167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969215519121167' title='Sorted out.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110968842152917444</id><published>2005-03-01T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:49:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfeeling people.</title><content type='html'>--deleted--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110968842152917444?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110968842152917444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110968842152917444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110968842152917444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110968842152917444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110968842152917444' title='Unfeeling people.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110959617748919209</id><published>2005-02-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:09:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria School Prefectorial Board 2005</title><content type='html'>How many of these titles have I used for my blog posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This document certifies that Leong Zhiwei, Mark of Logistics Department has been invested as a prefect into the Victoria School Prefectorial Board with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recognition of his services as a Student Leader under the Victoria School Prefectorial Board."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at it in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the letter of my performance in the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read on to find out the reason behind this phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, allow me to tell you that the level of commendation is based entirely on your performance as a prefect before the investiture. After talking to you after the investiture, I have realised that amongst all the prefects, you can be said to be the 'proudest' person when wearing the prefect's badge. Your commitment to the board is indeed commendable and you have shown yourself to be apt at fulfilling your duties in the Logistics Department, You also get along well with all your peers, juniors and seniors and this is indeed a good thing as you will find it easier to work with them in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was warmed and satisfied. After all, they do realise what I've done for the Logistics Department. I have tried my best to fulfill my duties ever since the Mirror Session, tried very hard to improve myself. At last, my work is repaid in full. But I promise you I will not stop here, the journey goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansoor, sorry for letting my head off at you in the earlier posts, I realise your intentions now. You are a very good senior actually, just that sometimes I think you "can't be bothered" but actually do, just that you don't seem like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let down my seniors, juniors, as well as peers in the board. Never again anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VSPB 05 rox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110959617748919209?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110959617748919209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110959617748919209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110959617748919209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110959617748919209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110959617748919209' title='Victoria School Prefectorial Board 2005'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110934038730399886</id><published>2005-02-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T16:38:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect-ed, not perfected. Pocket PC?</title><content type='html'>I realised I have a lot of things on hand that I cannot handle without putting appointments, events and special dates on something. I have to resort to my handphone, which obviously and unfortunately cannot be used in school. Hence, I have decided that I should get a PocketPC, really soon. But God knows when, and how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our investiture and boy was it wonderful! I took AHS and managed to get at least one pretty girl inside our group, but we didn't manage to take a photo so too bad. Hah. Anyways, we talked to them for a bit and Alwyn was pretty friendly. Oh and then we took them to the Audi at around 10am. After hanging around for a bit of course. Felt a bit uncomfortable at first, but it soon wore off. They were a friendly bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously our investiture rocked. I've got photos, and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PrefectsInvestiture2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of our dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 349px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PrefectsInvestiture6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was around the middle part, I'm the isolated one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 471px; height: 353px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PrefectsInvestiture5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where we caressed our legs. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PrefectsInvestiture7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 361px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PrefectsInvestiture8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal shot of all dancers with their blazers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PrefectsInvestiture10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informal shot of dancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not forgetting our dance teacher Mr. Tik! Thank you Mr. Tik for teaching us these groovy moves. I think the dance impacted a lot on the whole event. I asked my group AHS later, how was the dance and they said it was cool. (: They also knew I was soloist for one part! You can imagine how happy I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the investiture was the reception, followed by the school tour, where we took them around school, until we finished at the prefect's room. They took their souvenir, and we led them outside, where we said our goodbyes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when all the nostalgia started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started seeing my old friends around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it really yesterday and the few weeks before that our rehearsals were held? Did it all just end with just 2 hours of enjoyment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked in the PB room for a while, "enjoying" the nostalgia, or at least I was. The others were also enjoying it, though they weren't showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Parkway at around 3 to eat ice cream, and I ended up eating chicken baked rice too. Nice stuff. 132 bucks!! We had to stay and wash plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was kidding, I paid loads and my wallet was left empty. Need to get back money from Marcus and Austin. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then I went home with Yap Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went home with Yap Heng also, after cheering for badminton finals, where Wenshu also came to school. We had loads of fun. (: It's good to have my friends back. Stayed for dinner, and at 7pm, we left, and my parents fetched both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110934038730399886?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110934038730399886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110934038730399886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110934038730399886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110934038730399886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934038730399886' title='Prefect-ed, not perfected. Pocket PC?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110916908029155119</id><published>2005-02-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:31:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSPB Investiture 2005</title><content type='html'>Finally here, but why do I feel so left out, so insecure, so unsure of what's going to happen? Maybe a big lucky guess here, and 4 prefects are not going to be invested. Will that be me? I leave it to you Lord. My actions has resulted in my fate, whether invested, or non-invested. I'm sure that all actions has its consequences, so it is up to you Lord to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VSPB investiture, citius, altius, fortius. Swifter, Stronger, Higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110916908029155119?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110916908029155119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110916908029155119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110916908029155119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110916908029155119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916908029155119' title='VSPB Investiture 2005'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110889554480124319</id><published>2005-02-20T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:37:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nike Shoe-bag. Heh, sexahh stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PICT0602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nike shoe-bag! Sexayy ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="height: 215px; width: 287px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PICT0603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 214px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/PICT0605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexayy nike shoe-bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110889554480124319?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110889554480124319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110889554480124319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110889554480124319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110889554480124319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889554480124319' title='My Nike Shoe-bag. Heh, sexahh stuff.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110889502562593880</id><published>2005-02-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:23:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Cantemus &amp; Nike Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was NTU's choir concert. Pretty extensively nice, I'd say. With the fancy hair-dos donned on by some choir members, and tight-fitting shirts and hotpants, I would say they went through loads of effort to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs I enjoyed the most? Elijah Rock, Here There Everywhere, Oh What A Night &amp;amp; Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was about to sleep when the Japanese songs came on. Oh gosh. Anyway, enough about yesterday, it was awesome, that's it. Oh yeahh, and I bought clay for my hair on Thursday. Pretty solid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 8am, and was home alone. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, anyway, at 12.30 we went out to fetch my sister at her hall. Pretty big, bigger than her previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong point, bought a new shoebag, after eating at the foodcourt, boring duck rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my shoebag will be posted later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, had piano lesson, hardly had time to take a well-needed rest. Finished piano lesson and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes pictures of his shoe-bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I will post the pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110889502562593880?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110889502562593880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110889502562593880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110889502562593880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110889502562593880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889502562593880' title='NTU Cantemus &amp; Nike Frenzy'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110874073123673952</id><published>2005-02-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:37:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettayy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v709/reminiscentmoonlight/00710.jpg" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Misaki. Prettay ain't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110874073123673952?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110874073123673952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110874073123673952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110874073123673952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110874073123673952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874073123673952' title='Prettayy.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110872719422914353</id><published>2005-02-18T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:46:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RGS Investiture 2005 amidst other things.</title><content type='html'>Other things? What other things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGS Investiture, a blast. Totally. It's THE invest. Not AN invest. Gosh, it's, I must say, second to SCGS, second to SCGS because mainly SCGS had a musical. But oh gosh, it was the most formal occasion that I've enjoyed thus far! Alright, now I wish I topped the Proficiency Test. Anyways, I've tried many times to find out the contact of our tour guides but to no avail! We totally forgot, or rather, didn't *cough* dare *cough* to ask. Well we are supposed to get their contacts, oh wellsh. We have to resort to the WWW or when we meet again on the 24th. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Jian and Firdaus and me. Wahah, we make a perfect trio to go to the RGS Invest. But now that it's over, I'm kind of regretful we didn't mix around well there. But sad, that's the last one. Or maybe next year I will go again. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on a school tour with three other TKGS girls as well as our tour guides one named Michelle, and the rest, I don't really remember, mainly because Michelle was the only one talking? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Orchard (Don't ask me where, I'm totally alien there) and we went to have a drink, around Borders area, at some KFC. Then we went to Borders to read. Since Firdaus' hobby is reading. (: So we got to read. Then after a short while we went to McDonald's also tucked somewhere in Orchard, think it was somewhere near the MRT. Oh now I remember, WHEELOCK PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got to the MRT and I took two stops to Novena. Then I walked around to the Revenue house and to the bus stop. Took 21 home and reached home around 1.30. Began searching for contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--2 hours intermission--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition started. Was kind of tired but I woke up myself in the middle. Hah, graphs. My "favourite" subject so I had to pay atention. Inequalities is kind of boring, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, anyways I think I will have to practise the dance moves later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110872719422914353?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110872719422914353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110872719422914353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110872719422914353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110872719422914353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110872719422914353' title='RGS Investiture 2005 amidst other things.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110856186608451359</id><published>2005-02-16T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:51:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can all sleep sound tonight.</title><content type='html'>Today was dance rehearsals! Was fun because we learnt the complete dance steps, complete with nifty modifications and a grand finishing! Well, grand in a way. But we got really confused in the middle part, so it wasn't really perfect. Needs some touching up I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Thursday, but who can assure that there's a tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is past, but who can assure we will have any more yesterdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is present, we live it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to write a 2-page report on why I am "LATE". Oh whatever. It's plain stupidity to write a report because I'm late. Discipline? Not, I think. It's just plain "bullying", just to get the thrill of it. Not mentioning any names here and I won't tell even if you do ask, but I'm sure that someone, even if he reads I don't really care, because I feel I can write whatever I feel, I'm sure that he just want us to write it for the sake of us writing it. Plain dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shall I write that stupid 2 page report just to satisfy his cravings and desires? Should I? I have no idea. Leave it to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a few things onto my playlist as well as my wish list. Reminiscing on the past CDs I have burnt when I was in primary school, some of the songs got wiped out from my computer ever since I shifted house. Now I realise. Busted, Too phat. Arrghh. Too much trouble and risk getting them now. So I'll just leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Calvin's blog and found a few meaningful ideas from him and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are perfectly and absolutely right, VS is an experience. Not just a school to teach, but to nurture, to provide and to instill maturity. He looked back at his life in VS, I therefore look back at mine. All of my journeys through the VS period, all come back to one thing, VS is always something more. I've told Calvin before, we are already halfway into our VS life, and it's just so fast. But are we going to stop here? Are we going to let it rest here? No, I will carry it forward, onto the different schools we go to, or any institution we go to from there onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recount the steps where I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS Sec 1: Felt quite new here. We're the first batch who got a whole month of holiday because of SARS. Therefore, our camp was postponed. May Camp, though a little less luxurious than Jalan Bahtera, it held loads of memories, and still holds. It it where we fostered our many relationships. Our first year and we also had the victorian challenge. VC was interesting, yet i felt that our class screwed up the pots. But I could see the effort put in it. Our class spirit was there. I shook Mr. President's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS Sec 2: Significant things, I took up PC04. I also got a chance to meet Baoding people. Prefectorial Board, in June. Leadership training camp, Camp Instructor's Course. It all fostered our relationship together as one. LTC, the most memorable camp I've been to. Spirit. I fathomed and finally understood and grasped the meaning of the Victorian Spirit. Professional, Sportsman, Gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS Sec 3: Sec 1 Camp, recounting my leadership skills. Experiences with new Sec 1s, established a name for myself. Being introduced to the new timetable. Horrifying, yet easy to adapt with plenty of fave teachers. 3A. Finally, a good class. CNY celebration, investiture, dance. All fused together as one lease of life. The path is routed in front of us, waiting for us to tread on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria School, a school where boys become nurtured into gentlemen, sportsmen as well as professionals. I'll never regret setting foot on this journey, and would continue determined, to finish this journey with a fine touch, leaving a mark behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110856186608451359?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110856186608451359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110856186608451359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110856186608451359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110856186608451359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110856186608451359' title='You can all sleep sound tonight.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110848072169454260</id><published>2005-02-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:18:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major update &amp; Reconstruction, Whee.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, as you can see my blog has already changed its look. (If you can't, you might wanna hit F5, or Ctrl+F5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, over the past week I've been doing things under the sheets, not letting you guys know right? Well, I've just overcome the state of mind where I get shot everywhere in the head, or Mental Pressure. Hence, I don't have a lot of problems. And this week as well as the next, I have plenty of periodic tests. So I guess it would be stressful to blog as well as study, so, umm, yes that's an excuse not to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New additions to my playlist are in the sidebar, of which I'm very addicted to is Natalie's Torn. She has become totally sexy, not as in adult sexy, but teenage sexy. And she's old, but mind you, she looks helluva knockout. Check out her MTV of Torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shallow Hal over the weekend when I was studying for my Geography. Taught me one thing, never look at outward appearances, but to appreciate the beauty inside. Cliché? Not at all, because people know this, yet they do not practise it. Jack Black has acted in this movie, yet again demonstrates his prowess as funny man, comedian, but having an intriguing moral put into him to show through this movie. Catch movies like School Of Rock too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tide over the crisis, now I am born again. Or I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACSI investiture was on 14th of February. How appropriate, Valentine's Day. Purposely? Or purposefully? I leave it to you. We had quite a bit of fun there, Louis took us around, and I found out that he was a friend of Jun Ming. Hah, what a coincidence. Anyway, we went back to school, and continued lessons. Wasn't really lost because basically the teachers have not started on any new stuff yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGS investiture is coming, on the 18th of February. Some of my friends are going too, I've realised. Anyway, let's get back to reality. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a room ban. For no particular reason, and we really do not know why, but it seems serious. I went into the room to change my set of clothes, and immediately went out, after Han Teng so violently hit me on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got questioned by Mansoor, who rudely put down the phone without saying Bye. Manners, these days they get taken for granted. Whatever. I don't really care now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go already, sleep time for me. Update you on other stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110848072169454260?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110848072169454260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110848072169454260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110848072169454260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110848072169454260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848072169454260' title='Major update &amp; Reconstruction, Whee.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110744253242468201</id><published>2005-02-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:55:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woes of the world; let us stand against them.</title><content type='html'>I cried out once, how can I ever live through this torture?&lt;br /&gt;But now I realise, torments never brought me down.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I find the reason to the existence of me,&lt;br /&gt;The very reason why I am living, is to be, and to withstand&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of emotional moments, to live through these&lt;br /&gt;is another obstacle to pass, to overcome these trials&lt;br /&gt;I face each day, is to conquer my fears. I now am freed&lt;br /&gt;from these woes of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism, greed, money, carnal pleasures, food, riches authority,&lt;br /&gt;they do not bother me. For I am enlightened, I have been shown&lt;br /&gt;the way that one lives with no unfair demands.&lt;br /&gt;I shall live without materialistic needs, for they seek attention&lt;br /&gt;and they arouse unwanted feelings, they invite fear.&lt;br /&gt;They give rise to problems, unwanted, yet uninvited guests.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we take time to embrace them, only to find that there is an easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;We often spend time leaving ourselves to problems,&lt;br /&gt;yet not leaving problems to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We must understand how the woes of the world can never meet,&lt;br /&gt;the demands of a wholly and satisfactory life.&lt;br /&gt;For they are worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I therefore do not succumb to temptation, the desires of the early age&lt;br /&gt;that has been brought to life in the modernisation of the world.&lt;br /&gt;The pleasures of the earthly lusts, will never bother me.&lt;br /&gt;The worlds apart between me and them,&lt;br /&gt;the ties will forever be broken.&lt;br /&gt;The space between us will never distance apart nor draw nearer&lt;br /&gt;for the distance is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing of the moments of peace and calmness,&lt;br /&gt;where I seek joy in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;where I confide in my friends,&lt;br /&gt;when I am with my confidants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- poetic remembrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have so many things cleared off my mind, I feel a tinge of peacefulness. So fulfilling, yet undenying and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to fix the blazer cupboard, but we made a total ass out of it. Hah, two holes at the side, (which fortunately were sealed by the souvenir cupboards at the side. More about this later. At first we were at parkway and we bought the cupboard. We decided "smartly" to haul it home using a trolley. Me &amp; YH went to take two big planks, and we walked. Yes, all the way from PP to VS. A total distance of about 1000km. Well, may I be exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were aching but once we got there, we were proud of ourselves. I'm really happy to have YH as a friend because he was motivating me when I was getting really tired. Then after fixing the blazer cupboard, we only managed to utilise one part of it. The top part. Drawers were spoilt, and the thing can't even fit together properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.00pm, YH and I took off. We sat on 31 after finding out his father couldn't fetch him. So we talked and talked all night long, till we reached his bus-stop, which was the BBQ-pork stall this time. We talked about friends and his primary school friends, and loads of other stuff. Then it struck me, what if I were the one to get sacked? I would lose great friends like him. I will never be able to see him again during morning duties, during canteen duties. Mansoor doesn't want to reveal the person getting sacked, and I'm getting pretty worried. YH, promise me if I get sacked, I'll still be your friend okay? He comforted me saying that if I had the mentality of feeling normal even after being sacked, I won't get sacked because I have that kind of mentality. He's a really thoughtful person, and I think he's really deep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better catch some sleep, need rest for tomorrow's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110744253242468201?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110744253242468201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110744253242468201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110744253242468201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110744253242468201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110744253242468201' title='Woes of the world; let us stand against them.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110735102972689896</id><published>2005-02-02T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:30:29.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends.</title><content type='html'>Best friends they never let go,&lt;br /&gt;Never seem to show&lt;br /&gt;What they really feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside, you know they've tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know because I've two best friends,&lt;br /&gt;They stick to me until the end.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change, the world may fall,&lt;br /&gt;but our friendship will always stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap Heng &amp; Jafnie. This blog post is dedicated to both of you! Haha you two are my best friends! Whenever I have problems, you two will always step aside to help me, and let me confide in you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap Heng, I've known you since Sec 1, and I do remember it was at the bus-stop. I considered you a mutual friend, not really a great friendship, but a considerable one. Never did I know that our friendship will turn to blossom like a bed of roses. You took the same bus as me home, 31. Then you told me about your childhood stories, where you grew up and how you got to your primary school and stuff like that. I shared with you mine, and we had fun talking to each other. I knew you through Jun Liang, and he, too, was a very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you came into the Prefectorial Board, at that time, I wasn't really understanding you a lot, and I thought you were pretty weird. But things started to get better, because I began to understand you through camps. Things changed for the better, especially since school started at 2005. We both got together one very moody day, and both of us were rather, sad? But you comforted me, and I guess I felt really good, if not, better. Thank you Yap Heng for following me through my years in Victoria School. You are my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jafnie, although I only knew you since I joined the prefectorial board, I thought you were a really kind and thoughtful senior. In fact, you were the most thoughtful amongst all the seniors in PB. Just because you were. I don't know why. But I got to know you better through camps and through these camps, I knew you were one special senior. You weren't like the other hypocrites who claim they are seniors but actually they are just acting "cool". They just want the thrill of having a junior. You were special. You are "the" senior, not "a" senior. And I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, I got to know you better, and through this month, I had my share of bad days, and you had yours too. But more so than yours, mine was embraced by your care and concern and I really felt a tinge of gladness during those periods of my sadness. I appreciate your thoughts and concern to me, and I gladly receive it. Jafnie will always be my best friend and senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;They'll be friends until the bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Thank you Lord for providing me with these two friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110735102972689896?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110735102972689896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110735102972689896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110735102972689896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110735102972689896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735102972689896' title='Best Friends.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110717790900175575</id><published>2005-01-31T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:25:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright &amp; Cheery.</title><content type='html'>Today was special for me because I witnessed the cheeriness of the PB room. Orange bright. So super bright! Today was actually also stressful 'cause the Chemistry stuff and the Biology stuff were so super chim and I really don't understand it until further elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my entries are starting to get shorter and shorter. This won't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110717790900175575?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110717790900175575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110717790900175575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110717790900175575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110717790900175575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110717790900175575' title='Bright &amp; Cheery.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110707453987646465</id><published>2005-01-30T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:45:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Displaced Chap.</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I feel better this week already, and I've perfected the dance grooves schmooze moves. Been year-marked for vice president, and I really don't know about this, I'll guess I'll go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What to say, Lord? It's&lt;br /&gt;You who gave me life and I&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain just how&lt;br /&gt;Much You mean to me now&lt;br /&gt;That You have saved me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;I give all that I am to You&lt;br /&gt;That everyday I can&lt;br /&gt;Be a light that shines Your name..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Give praise to the Lord God Almighty because he deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for bringing me through this painful phase, being cruelly "tormented" by evil temptations, wicked plans of the devil, and harmful sabotages of Satan. I give praise to you Lord for you are our Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110707453987646465?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110707453987646465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110707453987646465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110707453987646465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110707453987646465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110707453987646465' title='Temporarily Displaced Chap.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110683902619697351</id><published>2005-01-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:17:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind manipulation model. Or guinea pig.</title><content type='html'>I have no mood to type today. Just tell you what happened when we went to Newton for the handing of investiture reports. We took a taxi there, and we paid around 10.80 bucks for the whole taxi ride. We reached there very late, around 3 plus because we ate lunch at school. Yeah, so we walked to Chinese High which was actually very near from where the taxi driver dropped us off, but we chose to take the overhead bridge, which took us further. In the end, Jabez "the man" went to ask some people for directions. Turned out Chinese High was further down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then after that we walked under the scorching sun to find NYGHS. Yap Heng wasn't that confident when finding the school. We were walking and walking, our backs started to perspire. Then we entered the school, finally. Hah, we saw a boarding school to the school's left. It was much more grand than our school's hostel. Paned windows that looked like churchs' tinted glass windows, unlike ours, which used the classroom module windows. So fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we went into the school and asked the security guard for details. We had to leave one ez-link pass over there, and so I left mine, since it had NaN value, and wouldn't really matter if that guy lost it or something. I guess. We went into the school, and we asked for directions leading us to various places. Firstly, to 2nd floor, then around the corner, to the blocks. Finding that the two doors to the audi were locked, we asked for directions again, which led us downstairs. To the 1st level of the auditorium. We looked around and saw nothing, just a dance studio. Then we went back to where we came from, and the girl we asked directions for came and told us to go around to the main door, basically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE WE STARTED FROM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, we wasted like 30 minutes finding the auditorium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we left the school after handing the invitation, and we caught a glimpse of the performance for tomorrow. So cool, Bon Jovi. It's My Life, and the "girls" are playing it! Not to stereotype, but I'm really impressed with girls who can play guitars. Hah. Not including my sis though, but she's bad at it anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the security guard booth again, but found there was nobody there at all. Gosh, we waited for the guy to come back. But instead, a woman came back and handed my ez-link card over. Irresponsible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus, 151 which took us to somewhere near Raffles Town Club, to go to SJI. Yap Heng said we had to go in order. Since TCHS was before NYGHS, we should go in Boy-Girl order. Next up then, would be SJI. We went there panicking because at first we didn't know whether we took the right bus. Ohkay, we took the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SJI, didn't manage to catch Wang Guan, because I just realised he has dengue fever. Nothing much to say here, just that I bought a bottle of green tea on the way back. The security guards were way friendly, unlike the clerk i'm going to talk about in the next school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCGS was fantastic, because the aura there was beautiful. But the clerk(s) spoiled it. We were like 2 minutes away from the Prefectorial Board room, and then we ruined it. Two security guards "chased" after us, stating that we have not registered with the office. We went in, and the "clerk" asked us what were we here for. We said we had to hand an invitation to their Prefectorial Board. The clerk said, "You don't go to the prefect master to hand the invitation, you leave it with us. Okay? You just leave it there, I'll give it to the prefects," and with an irritating smirk on her face, she shrugged us off. We had to say thank you to the guards, and after that we sped off to take a taxi. We reached school at around 4.45pm or so. Yeah, then YH had soccer training, and Jabez was accompanying me in the PB room until around 5? Then he left and I was left with SK and TL. I waited for Yap Heng until 7.45pm and then we left. His father fetched me home, thanks again uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home late, was hungry so I finished a whole lump of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I guess. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Can't wait for rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110683902619697351?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110683902619697351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110683902619697351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110683902619697351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110683902619697351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683902619697351' title='Mind manipulation model. Or guinea pig.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110675113316828118</id><published>2005-01-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:52:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved of my cruel torments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen are my cruel torments going to end? Why are they busy torturing me all this while? Are they all going to follow me forever and wherever I go? Am I forever disturbed by this cruel tormentors of my soul? Will I allow this? Or do I even have the permission to disallow this? Is it out of my reach? Or can I change it? Do I have the power to change this? Or am I just weak, unable to change my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise everyone who read this today. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; change. I will not be disturbed by these things anymore. I shall free myself from these evil, from these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I shall start anew in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lso, I have learnt and I will learn how to control my emotions. That's what Yap Heng taught me. He's a great friend. He's a good listener. But you need to know him well before you can actually be good friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did announcing, and it was just four words: "Good Morning School. [15 seconds interval] School, attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Geez, no announcements. I hope there's a second time in which I can do announcements too. But I'm sorta nervous when it comes. Hah, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going on to tests, I have confidence in my two tests today, though there are a few careless mistakes, I think I will at least get 80%? Or at least an A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance rehearsals rock man. We learnt how to dance to the tune of Everybody by BSB. Though they are gay, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to investiture rehearsal this saturday. Reminds me that I've to finish theory fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110675113316828118?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110675113316828118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110675113316828118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110675113316828118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110675113316828118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675113316828118' title='Relieved of my cruel torments.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110666093696543425</id><published>2005-01-25T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:48:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure fun.</title><content type='html'>Today was fantastic. Except the part about running to first floor to find the room door locked, and back up to 7th level (yes, all the way up) to get the key from Mansoor, and then get back to the room to change (which is apparently situated at the first floor). Before going for PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let me just say a few words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back some test results today, some were totally expected, some were unexpected and quite shocking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths : 5/10 (Gosh, but I knew it was like that after I did it, not because I was careless, because I really didn't know how to do it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese reading test: 17/30 (A great improvement from my previous year! (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese CA: 21/25 (Woohoo! Super duper!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it, today had chemistry test and it was quite simple, except for one question. Tomorrow there's E Math and A Math tests. Be prepared yeah? Anyway, for A Math I'm quite okay. Only for E Math, but tomorrow's only Co-ordinate geometry. So I frankly have no worries. But, being overconfident can be a killer. So I shall be humble. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless y'all and have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110666093696543425?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110666093696543425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110666093696543425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110666093696543425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110666093696543425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666093696543425' title='Pure fun.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110657675703991098</id><published>2005-01-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:25:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I feeling alone?</title><content type='html'>Today. I have seriously no comments about today. Temperamental I guess. I want to leave this a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 7, glad to have Yap Heng beside me through the 5-6 period. He's my best friend, now. In fact, I don't have any other good friend besides him. And Thomas. But Thomas is not in IT Club anymore, so I haven't really met him in quite a while. Thanks Yap Heng for accompanying me today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Calvin as well, and all the other seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110657675703991098?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110657675703991098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110657675703991098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110657675703991098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110657675703991098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657675703991098' title='Am I feeling alone?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110648152224090606</id><published>2005-01-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:58:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E Math, A Math, English, A Math, English &amp; E Math.</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to like the word "Gosh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today with the guitar, got the guitar re-stringed. It was rather scary because the 2nd string ('A' string) snapped at the other end but James was super clever and good, he managed to put it back into the knob. Maybe... Gosh, I better touch wood. -touches wood-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I mastered 'Good Riddance' by Greenday. And yeah, it's kinda cool. Got my worship practice shifted to 13th Feb. Kinda spirit-dampening but, what the heck. I'm even happy to play. Matthew suggested to form a christian band, why not man? Matthew, Mervin, me. We make a good team. Three man band, me as the lead guitar? Gosh, it's gonna be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pulled in to do games so I have to plan. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website ain't finished yet. I really can't be bothered already. It's too stressing on the mind. I can't do it anymore. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I have E Math homework not completed, so I oughtta crash it before I start on my English Comprehension. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110648152224090606?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110648152224090606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110648152224090606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110648152224090606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110648152224090606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110648152224090606' title='E Math, A Math, English, A Math, English &amp; E Math.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110632606820419417</id><published>2005-01-22T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:47:48.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you come back, all I wanna do is hold you, have a blast even though there's nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold you close and look you in the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So just come back and I'll tell you how I feel, never knew easy you could steal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart I miss you come home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Pug Jelly's Come Home Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosh, I woke at 12 plus today. Anyways, just a summary about today. I was doing the website the whole day. Gahh, and my senior also on me like no business. Anyway, I finished the flash thingy, and my senior said it was okay, a much better experimental approach than before. Hah, anyway talked to Matthew. I really want to form a band! Gah. Tomorrow school's at 7, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110632606820419417?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110632606820419417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110632606820419417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110632606820419417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110632606820419417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110632606820419417' title='Falling down.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110614393168619959</id><published>2005-01-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:12:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life such an issue when you're mine?</title><content type='html'>When my life became a screamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna shout and scream today. So stressed up with lots of homework. I may look relaxed and all comfortable and stuff, but inside I'm boiling hot. Haven't finished loads of my study and my parents are really hard on me. I need my space. Anyway, my chairman wants me to complete the website (whole technical part) by Friday. Which is totally crazy because I won't have the shit time to even start on it. Well Warran, if you are reading this, you seriously know how to give stupid shit deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QT has been put off for ages, and I'm beginning to find excuses. God, help me be closer to you. I really want to continue on my QT, but sometimes it's just that I'm too tired, want to sleep, tomorrow going to school early. Take these excuses away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As school moves into it's middle week in January, people are getting busier. This blog will soon become stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, the life of a Secondary Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110614393168619959?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110614393168619959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110614393168619959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110614393168619959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110614393168619959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614393168619959' title='Why is life such an issue when you&apos;re mine?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110605990748003168</id><published>2005-01-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:51:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsername.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatsername&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I ran into you down on the street&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned out to only be a dream&lt;br /&gt;I made a point to burn all of the photographs&lt;br /&gt;She went away and then I took a different path&lt;br /&gt;I remember the face&lt;br /&gt;But I can't recall the name&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how whatsername has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that she disappeared without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Did she ever marry old what's his face?&lt;br /&gt;I made a point to burn all of the photographs&lt;br /&gt;She went away and then I took a different path&lt;br /&gt;I remember the face&lt;br /&gt;But I can't recall the name&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how whatsername has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, whatever&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever ago&lt;br /&gt;Remember, whatever&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever ago&lt;br /&gt;The regrets are useless&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;She's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I must confess&lt;br /&gt;The regrets are useless&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;She's in my head&lt;br /&gt;From so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go, Go, Go, Go..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;If my memory serves me right&lt;br /&gt;I'll never turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting you, but not the time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Greenday's Whatsername&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This song reminds me of several encounters when I do forget who people I meet actually are after a long time. Also, it reflects the life after quarrels, between relationships of two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, the reminiscent gusts of wind just sweep me off my feet, carrying me away with disillusionment and hallucinations of a different world altogether."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance, I'd like to live in this kind of fairytale world, where no worry exists. At all, completely free of worry, together with complete fulfillment. But no, I had to be put in this stressful environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just to pile up my deadlines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday a.k.a Tomorrow - Attendance? Piano Lesson? Theory?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Meeting for Sec 4s&lt;br /&gt;Friday - NEWDC Website&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - What?! More rehearsals? -oops- Anyway, I love spending time with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I guess. I'm very thrashed out and weary. Of the websites and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, when will this ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110605990748003168?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110605990748003168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110605990748003168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110605990748003168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110605990748003168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110605990748003168' title='Whatsername.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110597185211640491</id><published>2005-01-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:24:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed with Team Singapore.</title><content type='html'>I'm very sorry to anyone who is offended by the following post, but it harbours my true feelings and thus you should not hold resent against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Singapore has won the Tiger Cup, nevertheless, it has failed to impress me like it should and has done to many other fans in the National Stadium yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/mnt/media/image/launched/2005-01-17/0101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A picture as seen graced the covers of the Straits Times Singapore on 17th January 2005, Monday.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere fact that the Lions have actually imported foreign talent to play for them has actually totally put me off. Considering Li Jiawei, and Ronald Susilo... Euggh. The list goes on, and too many to mention, which I won't because it simply puts me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110597185211640491?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110597185211640491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110597185211640491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110597185211640491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110597185211640491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110597185211640491' title='Pissed with Team Singapore.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110596447548603297</id><published>2005-01-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:21:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise not to blog anymore.</title><content type='html'>"I promise not to blog anymore..." These lines written across anyone's blog would be considered totally illegal. Well for bloggers anyways. I better start on my test revision. If not, I will fail tomorrow's test. Anyway, I shall keep it short &amp;amp; simple today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to my hamster, she was in the wheel with all the tissue. Weird. Made her exercise a little since she grew fatter. Oh yeah, and also renewed my loyalty to the forum. Re-opened! Uploaded a few MW pics on my webbie and some people enjoyed it I guess. Hmm, I better go mug for my test now. See ya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110596447548603297?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110596447548603297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110596447548603297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110596447548603297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110596447548603297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596447548603297' title='I promise not to blog anymore.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110588866912713388</id><published>2005-01-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:17:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of blogging; sick.</title><content type='html'>I wonder why I love blogging so much. Maybe to relieve the amounted stress over the week's hard work on to the Internet. Maybe to recount my blessings throughout the day. Maybe just to enjoy the sensation that I feel whenever I blog about my achievements. Blogging is a weird word coined by some ancient guy perhaps, and perhaps Blogger was my only choice to blogging. It has far by the best features over "certain" other blogger sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to my adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Hmm, I missed my piano lesson, because we had investiture rehearsal. Rehearsal was fun, but the meeting before it was pure torture. A whole 1 hour of revision through the school rules, which was crucial and also purely Prefectorial stuff. I know that it's a must to know the school rules, but haven't we all got the basic discipline to practise it already? Apparently not. Some prefects were still asking silly questions. Rehearsal started at 9am when we reached the school at 8am. Because of this meeting. And so, we went to the audi to do our little rehearsal. Played the guitar (Nickolas') for quite a bit, then we practised our walk-in. The spirit was there. Zul said he liked the way I walked. Maybe I'm walking like him? Hah. After that we practised the Prefect's Song, and we sucked at it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for a break and I ate ice-cream, two nuggets as well as a cup of ice-lemon tea. After which, we went to the Victorian Platform to practise the song. After a few minutes of practising, Johnnie came along, and we had to do some "warming-up". Johnnie led us in singing a few "La Las" and then we went on to practise with Jonathan Chan. After practising Mansoor finally blurted out "Okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Let's just sing and get on with it!" Obviously all of us agreed. We finally got it well and then we applauded ourselves! Yay. The spirit was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we went off to Prefect's room and then I went home soon after. Walked to the bus-stop with Yee Jek and then, poof. I went home to play the guitar. And soon one of  the strings broke. My goodness, and I tried to repair it with a new string, and that string broke too! How lousy I am. Then we went out to Taka while Dad went to a wedding dinner. We went home and reached about 10 plus. Mogmog! My pet hamster (actually, my Sis') is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing else happened for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was hectic. I had trouble sneezing. Can't sneeze at all! Went to church and reached on time. Helped with the PA and it was unexpected. Didn't check the schedule! Anyway, just want to say thanks to Darel for helping me. Matthias was there! Yay! (: Okay, then I went off immediately after service because it was Grandpa's birthday. We celebrated at Toa Payoh, and then Aaron and I went to the library. Heh, I borrowed a book called the Children Of God. Pretty nice storyline I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still have trouble sneezing. And I do have a blocked nose. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day like any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110588866912713388?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110588866912713388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110588866912713388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110588866912713388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110588866912713388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110588866912713388' title='The joy of blogging; sick.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110572075601637118</id><published>2005-01-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:39:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True - Ryan Cabrera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I won't talk&lt;br /&gt;                      I won't breathe&lt;br /&gt;                      I won't move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;                    That you belong with me&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;You might think&lt;br /&gt;                      I don't look&lt;br /&gt;                      But deep inside in the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm attached to you&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;                      It's true&lt;br /&gt;                      Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;                      Do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;                      Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;                      To cross this line&lt;br /&gt;                      To the only thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;                      So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;                      It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;                      All my life I've waited&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;This is true&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;                      What you do&lt;br /&gt;                      Everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm afraid to move&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;                      It's true&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;                      Do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;                      Do you even know you met me?&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;                      To cross this line&lt;br /&gt;                      To the only thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;                      So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;                      It's time to try, anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;                      All my life I've waited&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;This is true&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I know when I go&lt;br /&gt;                      I'll be on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;                      The way that's true&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;                      To cross this line&lt;br /&gt;                      To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;                      So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;                      It's time to try, anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;                      All my life I've waited&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera - True&lt;/span&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/9082400-110572075601637118?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110572075601637118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110572075601637118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110572075601637118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110572075601637118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110572075601637118' title='True - Ryan Cabrera'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110571449360188071</id><published>2005-01-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:57:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. Another day of sheer boringness. Except that exceptionally outstanding Biology Practical lesson. How I love Biology. And the teacher totally rocks my socks. Haha, Ms Ho you rock man! Anyway, the day started with Mother Tongue. Mr. Chew rox big time! He is very down-to-earth unlike some "cartoon" teacher. Okay I shall not name names here, lest his wrath gets on me. But as I was saying, Mr. Chew really teaches us the "wrong-right" way of studying, and what really works instead of the traditional method that usual teachers teach us. We got a gmail account for his classes! Hah, how professional. If only Ms Ho would do something like that for VS 3A. Anyway, Mother Tongue simply rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was two periods of Physics - Lab. Didn't really turn up on time (not me, I was one of the two earliest). So Mrs. Seetho scolded us. Gahh. First time so nevermind she said. Okay, was really stressed during Physics lesson, and was put in a group full of total... nevermind already. Except for Huan Jek and Ivan of course. That leaves one more guy. This is for 3a-ers to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break I did freelance duty, and I helped out in areas 8 and 1 I think. Forgot. Sec 2s are getting from bad to worse. This year's batch of Sec 1s totally rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL - Composition Diagnostic Test. `Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Lab. `Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that me &amp; Calvin went down to staff room to take a picture of ourselves for the class photos. Then we went down to the PB room for a really serious meeting. About discipline of the board now and stuff. YH was really pissed off and I was quite too. We met the IP guys outside school!!! (: (: (: So entirely happy to see them there. Said a short "hi" before heading off home for tuition. I miss them so much! Went home with Jun Ming and his friend, and I fell asleep halfway while they went off without saying bye to me or vice versa. Yeah, so I was kind of like shocked to see them gone from the seat and I realised I was near Jln Toa Payoh. Stupidly, I fell asleep and so I took a bus 139 from Toa Payoh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day ends. Nothing much to talk about except tuition. My tuition teacher rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110571449360188071?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110571449360188071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110571449360188071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110571449360188071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110571449360188071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571449360188071' title='Trapped!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110563268889464408</id><published>2005-01-14T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:11:28.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging at 12.09 AM. Just for that mark. Heh, anyway, I gotta go have my beauty rest. Tomorrow's books are really lightweight. Cus basically it's lab work and lab work and lab work. That's all. Can't wait for Mother Tongue Class. Imma fix my eyes on the duty I want tomorrow. I want to do ANNOUNCING! (: Since that day I didn't announce anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guys, just for the record anyway. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110563268889464408?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110563268889464408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110563268889464408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110563268889464408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110563268889464408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110563268889464408' title='Screwed'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110561858889342674</id><published>2005-01-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:16:28.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Yeo rox.</title><content type='html'>Hah, I've started listening to Perfect 10 98.7FM again. My new headphones are cool, but hard to adjust to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really hectic, because we had three periods of each subject. First was Geog Elective, then was English, then was Physics. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we gave nicknames to teachers + their subjects. Teachers, if you do stumble upon this, don't be offended yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math - Zuraimath&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Chemistriyeology&lt;br /&gt;Biology - Bihology&lt;br /&gt;Physics - Feesics&lt;br /&gt;Mentor - Chow Mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oops- some were a little too harsh. Hah, but anyways, we had fun. (: We had IT Club meeting with the Sec 2s and Sec 1s today. The Sec 1s were so cute! Haha especially that Yi An. Anyways, we had fun holding the meeting. Oh yeah, today the whole day I was so scared of my zip! My stupid pants' zip keep splitting! Hais, but after that I fixed it. So now no problem. And lucky no one noticed my unzipped pants in class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya,&lt;/span&gt; nothing more to talk about. Bored to death. I'm listening to Slide Along Side by Shifty. It's so stupid, I hate repeat songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love that iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110561858889342674?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110561858889342674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110561858889342674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110561858889342674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110561858889342674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110561858889342674' title='Jamie Yeo rox.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110552889392168101</id><published>2005-01-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:21:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Live</title><content type='html'>Good Charlotte's MTV for I Just Wanna Live was really hilarious. Caught it on MTV that day at chalet but was too lazy to blog about it. Anyway, that's just food for thought for you. (How appropriate, but watch the MTV and you'll know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was the announcer, and "unfortunately" assembly was in the parade square. Was getting kind of nervous then, and then I rushed to the General Office to find out from the clerk whether there were any announcements. "Nope," was her reply. I got kind of relieved. Practising my lines once again "School, please put away your reading materials and look up..." or "We the citizens of Singapore..." and the like. Then I found out it was BB Day. Happiness. I needn't say the pledge or good morning school and stuff like that. How lucky. To add on, there weren't any extra announcements from the teachers, and that was my first time doing announcing! So basically I just stood there at the stage till assembly ended. Tomorrow's Calvin's turn and it should be in the General Office. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's school was hectic, but Mother Tongue lessons were super fun. We completed a lesson in like, 45 minutes? The rest of the time we spent doing Hansvision thingies and also watching an MTV by LJJ called Jiang Nan. Unfortunately, we also had to mark our workbooks. After which, we had GSS for two lessons and then we had break duty. I went down at around 9.50am and ate wanton noodles and snack bars. I did duty area 8 (yep, the new duty area) and sorta caught two people. One with handphone on, the other smuggling a Fruitella out of the canteen. How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break was E Maths, for two periods before heading to CME. After CME was lunch, and we had lunch duty. After lunch duty, we went over to Mr. Jeffrey Chia's office to help him with a certain Smokelyzer. Weird name though. 3C. Expected to have a few cases. Out of sheer sight, if I may say so. Two cases. Both admitted themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who are these two persons. But to that particular person, whose name I wish not to reveal here, please do turn back from this evil habit. It can kill, and it really doesn't look cool. Think of all the people snubbing you after finding out that you smoke, and grouching their noses when they pass you. It doesn't make you look cool, in fact, it makes you look really bad. I just want to urge you, not as a prefect, not as a discipline uplifter of the school, but as a friend. Please do turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After testing, we went back to class where we got "interrogated" by Ms Ho. We win. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three periods of SS wasted. We managed to "chiong" a few E Math sums. After that was A Math. Wow, totally awful. We had lots of homework. Fortunately, Calvin and I rushed out all the sums for the A Math 2 homework, not exactly rushed, but did together and turned out we were the fastest. Mr. Zuraimi said "Well done man!" Hah, was feeling kind of good actually. And the work wasn't messy! It was actually quite tidy. After A Math, we went down, and I ate the next snack bar in the PB room. Hah, and after that I played with YH one game of carrom, after watching Jaymond lose terribly. Then we played a 2 on 2 match. YH left at 5pm, leaving me with two people to play against. 1 on 2, how sad. (: Well that's what you think. I won the game, confirming by myself as well. But the game took long of course, and it ended at 5.30pm. Then I took the bus back with Jun Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 6.30, bathed and all, and here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be planning to finish all my homework + some theory tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the theory will be finished tomorrow I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110552889392168101?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110552889392168101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110552889392168101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110552889392168101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110552889392168101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552889392168101' title='I Just Wanna Live'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110544385001268888</id><published>2005-01-11T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:44:10.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying.</title><content type='html'>I'm really busy since school started. Late nights assumed a sense of responsibility and control. Homework took the place of play. Well, yes, obviously, but then it's a massive amount of homework. These are the reasons why I couldn't blog since last week. Let me just summarise the events all into one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, on Saturday after piano lesson, my Mom and I went to Bencoolen by Mr. Ng's car, and we bought a watch for me (CASIO Edifice) and a headset at Sim Lim Square costing 24 bucks. Lotsa reaps that day. Sunday, I went to the memorial service and was caught on camera. Many friends said they saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was horrid. I can't bear to think of tomorrow. GSS. -sigh- Anyway, I love all my subject teachers! They rock! Comparing 3A to 3I, I think 3A has more class spirit and the teachers are relatively better. Especially our science teachers. Tomorrow's John's birthday, might be getting him something belated. Just you wait John, I'll get you a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three periods of SS/HW made us have the time to do our homework. I completed almost all, leaving my chemistry notes and english comprehension. Next week on Tuesday, there's an open book test for MT, and I'm sort of prepared for it. Heh, let's wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope I can continue my QT cos' I have forgone it since I started school. This should not be the case, so I must start again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110544385001268888?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110544385001268888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110544385001268888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110544385001268888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110544385001268888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544385001268888' title='Dying.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110492908223519322</id><published>2005-01-05T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:44:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahtera Misfit Adventures</title><content type='html'>I just reported back home from Bahtera for the Sec 1 Orientation Camp. It was terrific. It was a 3D2N camp and we managed to get like, only 6 hours of sleep per night. Don't know about the Sec 1s though. -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall just elaborate on the whole camp itself before retiring to my Math homework. Oh gosh, speaking of math homework, I haven't touched anything yet. Alright let me start with morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd January, Monday. First day of school, we fetched Jireh to school since he stayed like, three blocks away from me. I woke up exceptionally earlier today than other school days. It was totally a new experience to have someone in the backseat with me. Okay we reached school around 6.43am and then I went to the Prefect's Room for the MBA. But, we were called to arrange the stuff before setting off. At around 8am-9am, we finished packing and briefing the Sec 1s, and we set off for Jalan Bahtera, and I took the CI bus. It was a mistake. So boring. And I sometimes wonder why am I not an OGL. They say that OGLs are potential black shirts, and so I am not? -ponders- Oh wellsh, more about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at campsite around 10 minutes earlier than the OGLs. We settled down the stuff and then sat around. The mess started around 11.30am. We were busy doing logistics stuff and we were so freakin' bored. Then my job started after lunch at 1.00pm. We belayed, belayed, belayed, and lastly, belayed. Super tiring and I got blisters on my hand soon enough. Our job never ended even when it rained, so we got pretty wet and stuff, and we continued soon after the rain stopped. Okay, the rest of the day was nothing much, except for the lunch serving and stuff. We were like, "You want a banana?" to everyone. I slept in the huts and it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of January 2005, 6.00am. Woke up to the sounds of noisy Sec 1s who didn't sleep for nuts. Hah, well done. You're gonna be real tired for the rest of the day. Breakfast served at 7.30, and we got to the belaying thing again. This time it wasn't Naresh who dropped someone, it was me, and I got rope burns. But rope burns heal fast, so I just put my hand under running cold water, then it was quite okay after that. In the middle, we stopped for lunch. After our job was done, we stayed a while to coil the ropes and do a check on the karabinas and the ATCs. Managed to finish counting them correctly, before we moved off for dinner. After serving watermelons and stuff, we ate ourselves and were like devouring the watermelons cos' they were really tasty. Heck, I would take the whole tray back home. If I'm not wrong after dinner was evaluation and then the OGLs led them back to their huts to plan their cheers and kolams. I helped a little with the cheers and stuff, especially with 1G and some other class. After evaluation was the campfire already, and we did the necessary preparations before the Sec 1s came down. Campfire was wonderful, I believe we have shown the Sec 1s the proper campfire spirit. But unfortunately, we forgot to sing the campfire's burning song. Aww. We sang Country Roads, If We Hold On Together, &amp;amp; Keeping The Dream Alive for our CI+CL item together with the PLs. We finished the campfire with a cheer marathon. Super fun man. After the Sec 1s were dismissed, we stayed back to clear up and stuff, and then we "barbecued" a dead headless rat. (: Then we went to our bunks and crashed, like totally. Me and Jin Jian slept at the bottom of the CIs bunk because we needed to take care of his class' sick member. So we sorta slept there the whole night. Was awakened by the sound of rain. Brr, so cold. We slept all the way till 6 until we packed our stuff in the bunks. We then went to the MPH to meet first. Then the OGLs led their classes back to their bunks to do a major haul cleanup. Everything was rather messy and the Sec 1s needed someone to motivate them to clean up after themselves. Rather unfortunately, Sec 1J got a pretty rough time with me and Jin Jian and one more guy I forgot who, because apparently they were disrespecting their OGL Samuel. At the canteen after finishing breakfast, we taught them a few cheers, before I put my bag into Naresh's mother's car, and headed off to VS on Sec 1G's bus. We cheered with them for quite a bit, and then we did a "VS POWER" on the way to the front gates of VS. Heh, kinda like a tradition eh? Heard other buses did the same thing. We then went back to unpack the stuff into the CI room and then I managed to get back my bag from Naresh. I went back to class soon after I got my bags and then got my timetable. Grr they did so many stuff already! My homework is like piling up and we have to do loads of catching up. I really need to start on my SSP. Okay, I went home rather sad and tired because of the homework stuff. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess I'd stop here for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sec 3 life is horrid. But after some getting used to, it will be quite okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110492908223519322?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110492908223519322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110492908223519322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110492908223519322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110492908223519322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110492908223519322' title='Bahtera Misfit Adventures'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110459695074972279</id><published>2005-01-01T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:35:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming Of Age</title><content type='html'>The destruction of some islands of Asia, the disaster of 911, the terrorism attacks at Bali; Asia seems to be coming to an end. At this rate, the more tsunamis that come seem to get more destructive. It will shrink the entire Asia and forever cease to exist. Signs of the coming of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has said in Matthew 24 that he is coming. Let's analyse verse 7, one verse that could very well predict the future of the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 24:7&lt;br /&gt;"Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, we do know that the Iraqis and the US are in feud with each other, are put rather crudely, at loggerheads. As a devout Christian, if I may say so myself, I do believe that this is a very convenient sign to show that the word of the Bible is true. But in actual fact, modern civilisation has changed our mindset so that we, victims of popular trends and slaves of trendsetters, have simply become totally oblivious to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on the rest of the verse:&lt;br /&gt;"There will be famines and earthquakes in various places."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! What did I tell you? Famines, earthquakes, natural disasters. The recent spate of tsunamis over places of Asia has certainly proved this point to the extent of non-believement = believer's stench. I certainly am shocked, too, when I read this verse. I was looking at my sister in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you would kindly look at verse 8:&lt;br /&gt;"All these are the beginning of birth pains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning on "birth pains". Where birth pains refer to the second coming of Christ, perhaps. That, I would have to ask my leader. Anyways, I urge you to meditate upon what I've just said, whether non-believers, or believers, in any case believers all the more, so that you realise the urgency of this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for believers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go tell it to the nations because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It concerns the urgency of this hour&lt;br /&gt;2. It concerns the vanity of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. It concerns the mercy of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas the last point, which I've conveniently forgotten, will be put in soon later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks, have a good rest before another day of fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update: I have added in the third point at 12:35AM. My sister came to remind me. Nite folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110459695074972279?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110459695074972279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110459695074972279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110459695074972279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110459695074972279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110459695074972279' title='The Coming Of Age'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110455681140101938</id><published>2005-01-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T13:20:11.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude problem</title><content type='html'>I think I might have AP today. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess. Have to start on my theory though. After that long post of resolutions earlier this morning for yesterday's blog post, I think I will take action now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue blogging later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110455681140101938?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110455681140101938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110455681140101938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110455681140101938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110455681140101938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110455681140101938' title='Attitude problem'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110451711269398852</id><published>2005-01-01T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T02:18:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well and so it has begun. A very happy and startling New Year celebration at my Aunt's house. Actually kind of short since we reached at 11.30 after our halfway watchnight service at TPBC. We weren't exactly there for a "short" while as proclaimed by my Mom. Okay but anyways, we went at 11.30 and my parents bought 4 packets of carrot cake for us to eat over the new year. We weren't exactly interested in the Flares. We watched the tsunami's incidents on CNA. Horrifying to hear that one woman lost 50 relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 12.45am. Okay then we reached home around 1am. Now let me work out my New Year Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 1: Regular QT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been doing quite a bit of regular QT these days and I really hope it won't stop. I hope these QT sessions will bring me more closer to God, therefore strengthening my faith in him and also help me to fulfill his purpose in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 2: Evangelism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also touch on evangelising throughout this year to my friends. Also will try to bring them to church if there are opportunities. I will lead them closer to God and help them realise what they really want in their lives. No hard feelings and forcing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 3: Active Work in Worship Team SF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've registered for playing the guitar in SF and I hope that it does work out well for me. I would certainly like to play for people like Danny, Jonathan, Hui En, and people as such because they are the ones who encouraged me. Thanks to Zhizhen also for helping me find my place in SF. Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 4: SF Ministr&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help the SF ministry be more active and responsive in their activities that are held in SF and to help batches of different generations fit in so that they will be able to relate well to other SFers of different ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resoltuion 5: School Commitments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that I would renew my school walk/path so that I will change myself to be more committed to the things I do. I must also learn how to control the things that I take up and how to reject things that are not needed to be taken up. I need to learn how to reject any job that comes my way which I feel I am not up to. I need to renew my activity in the Prefectorial Board so that I will be more active. [Relate to MS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 6: Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will be able to concentrate more on my studies and less on computer work next year so I will be able to score well for my exams. I must also set targets and measurable goals to achieve so that I have a directed mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 7: Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family wise, I must communicate more often with my family and sister especially, and also hope that she will be able to withstand the pressures that her family is giving her and also cope with her studies and hope that her leg will get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution 8: Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure my friends that I mix with are the truly right people and will not influence me in the wrong direction. I will make sure I will lead my friends positively and lead them to a godly like manner so that they will follow the path of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I still feel that the amount of resolutions I make will never be enough to amend my ways from my beginning of my life till the present day living. If it will be, then what's the use of resolutions? Let's hope the word goes out to those having resolutions, be sure to fulfill them, and your life will be half-perfect, and if every year you can fulfill them, you are special! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios to all mateys out there enjoying their cup of beers and toasting with warm smiles on their glistening faces glowing under the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks, have an early night.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110451711269398852?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110451711269398852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110451711269398852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110451711269398852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110451711269398852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110451711269398852' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110442439942081031</id><published>2004-12-31T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:33:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undisturbed.</title><content type='html'>I went out to Great world today. Heh, and we bought a top and a bottom for myself. Totally cool. Wh rocks big time cos' the people there are like, super helpful. I suspect some of them are designers too. Anyways, I malu-ated myself when I forgot to take out the number tag, and went out. The sensor rang. Hah. Needless to say I went back and we all thought for a while before the man mentioned about the tag. I was like, oh shit. I looked around and felt in my pockets. Heh, found it! Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home at 10pm. Missed Devil's Blues. Hais. Okay I feel like sleeping now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110442439942081031?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110442439942081031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110442439942081031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110442439942081031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110442439942081031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110442439942081031' title='Undisturbed.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110437750152507850</id><published>2004-12-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T11:31:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Things seem to go away much more quickly then they deserve to. The next Atlantis, Maldives. Drenched. Chioeves shutting down. Everything seems a swirl. Chalet thing over. Starting of school. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have changed the blog title. I was thinking, hey, why freedom? I've had enough. Enough of making my own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a 3D2N chalet stay at NSRCC. Was pretty fun I daresay. We went there about 3pm in the afternoon, and we were lazing there till Mom brought the rest there. We then wanted to go swimming but it was raining heavily. I was like, SHIT, now there's no way I can swim. The rain subsided, and we wanted to go swim but my sis was like, nahh. I was like, fine. So we all went bowling till Aunt Sharon came by. (BTW two strikes) They stayed for fantabulous noodle thingies which were awfully awesome! We BBQ-ed a little later then usual, and I ate loads of stuff. Mastered Come Home Soon on the guitar though a little rough on the edges with the C Major scales and all. Then they went home, and we stayed on together we Grandpa and Grandma. We were like, so bored so we turned on TV. I slept on the couch that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to people screaming in the front door at 10.30am. We actually wanted to go swimming first thing in the morning after breakfast so we prepared but when we finally finished, Aunt Sharon dropped by again. So we all went together. Swam to about 12 noon then we went back for BBQ lunch. Fire prepared by Aunty Ann. After eating, we lazed around till 3pm and then we went to bowl again. This time my score was horrid. Holding at 57. Ahh and to think yesterday I got 114 or so. After bowling we went to the arcade and we played stuff. Didn't want to waste my money so I spent only 2.50. Cheapskate ya? After which we went back to the chalet for more lazing around till the rest came back from their shopping. I got new "real" ankle socks from sis! Heh. Then we ate dinner (Fish soup) and lazed around again. We went for a walk at the beach at around 6pm and got my slippers all dirty. Euggh. Anyways, after that we went back and then I decided not to swim anymore. We lazed around the whole evening till night when my cousins finally went back. (Not meant in a loathing manner) Then I slept in a bed-bugged bed yesterday night. Woke up at 7 or 8 I'm not really sure. Ate a cup of noodles and eggs for breakfast. We checked out at 9am and then we went back home. I slept halfway on the journey home and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate disasters. Disasters happening to earth, to internet. Euggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma upload my pictures of the chalet soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110437750152507850?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110437750152507850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110437750152507850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110437750152507850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110437750152507850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110437750152507850' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110413679059715295</id><published>2004-12-27T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:39:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a car trip.</title><content type='html'>Somehow time takes us somewhere familiar to us, where all things seem mundane and "the-same". It seems as though the environment is keeping us in, not letting us go. Pieces of stories from the news reports also threaten to keep us in the environment. There's no way to escape to someplace of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to Alter Bridge's Find The Real. It's totally awesome. Can see that this is the new age Metallica. I've changed my music taste from Metallica to vintage rock bands like U2 and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke at 1pm today considering I slept late yesterday. Anyways, I packed my bags for tomorrow in like, 1 minute while my parents are taking darn long packing their bags. They are prepared to leave for the trip to Wen Loong's house for my Sis. Then they're buying some swimming costumes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's boring. Finished my Math homework. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. Entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110413679059715295?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110413679059715295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110413679059715295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110413679059715295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110413679059715295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413679059715295' title='Leaving on a car trip.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110407594119492634</id><published>2004-12-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:45:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to my last.</title><content type='html'>But I'm down to my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather nice in the morning. Hell came at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was really enjoyable since I was with my favourite BS mates! Greets to my BS mates Terence and Jonathan! They are really great BS mates. Sad that Jonathan has to go for NS next year. -sighs- Anyway, I went to church for morning service, till 10am when I went down for Bible Study. Oooh! I was leading BS and then, yeah. I led BS and I thought I did pretty rough. Still needs refining. Hah! But Jonathan and Terence said it was okay. Quite happy with my leading anyway. We went for a drink later and we talked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, just shared problems and stuff. (: Then we went back to church at 11.20am to accomodate for Jon's worship practice. We went to MPH2 to practice, and I played the drums for him for quite a bit, and he asked me to help sell his "idea". Haha, it was nice to play for Jonathan and Co. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to play carrom at 12nn. We played till 12.30pm and then we went to play soccer downstairs. Then we went for lunch at 12.45 I think. Yeah, and we ate and talked. We sorta reminisced about last year's SF camp and the woes of it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had service at 1.30pm so we went back. I testified God's grace for me throughout this year for the FIRST time! Hah, it was quite simple since Matthias was there. Yeah, made a fool of myself actually. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then went back home, Delane and Eunice came. Then Aaron and Co. came. =p We played guitar, surfed net, and stuff. Enjoyed ourselves until that dreaded phone call came. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Feng told me there was "camp" on 30-31st. I was like, SHIT. No way, I'd rather just go for Prefect's thingy alone. Anyway I couldn't go. So I have to say I couldn't go. On and on, I argued my case, until the official letter of approval came. Parent's letter! I know this might sound childish, but yeah. Parent's Letter (or PL) is like, the most powerful thing in a school based environment. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, then it was accepted. I'm not going. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nothing else. No reply from Aaron's cousin. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: smiles for god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110407594119492634?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110407594119492634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110407594119492634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110407594119492634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110407594119492634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407594119492634' title='Down to my last.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110399021783253744</id><published>2004-12-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:56:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas' over.</title><content type='html'>Well I had plenty of good-willed fun today. Considering the many presents that I got too. Hah I shall make a list of what the peeps bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp; Dad: Nike shirt S size which fits into the category of "Small Shirts" in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Grace Jie: Adidas shirt M size which fits into the category of "Large Shirts" in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sharon: Alter Bridge's One Day Remains &amp;amp; U2's How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lydia: Crunchie chockies stored in a metal case (:&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Yoke Leng: Maui &amp; Sons Singlet which totally accentuates my skinny figure and I kinda like it! (:&lt;br /&gt;Denise God-Jie: 4 totally awesome picks! (: Thicker than the two I got for free! =p&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: A totally awesome "Fish" keychain which rocks big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellanous Gifts:&lt;br /&gt;- Colored water in a bottle which contains my name on a transparency&lt;br /&gt;- Glow-in-the-dark "light-stick" straw&lt;br /&gt;- Small miniature pillow&lt;br /&gt;- Glow in the dark penguin thingy&lt;br /&gt;- Hanger&lt;br /&gt;- Sponge with my name on it&lt;br /&gt;- Card from Melvin&lt;br /&gt;- Disc of songs from Jacob &amp;amp; GF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's all I got. So little right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I woke up at 1.15pm. Oh gosh, totally late. I went to NUH to look at my Aunt. She was looking better I guess, ever since the last visit. (: Praise the Lord! After the visit, we went home and I ate plenty of Jap food made by my Mom! Then at 4.15 we rushed to Grace Tan's house where I was left there and then we had dinner, and games and such. At 7.30pm the worship began, but I left. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I reached Aunt Sharon's house at 8.00pm, then I ate some satays, a chicken wing and a fishball and drank some grape juice! The chicken wings were like... TOTALLY AWESOME! Okay okay, enough. Umm then I met Beverly there, and she speaks with a really cool accent! Haha and then I saw the look on my cousin's face! She was totally appalled then I bought her a present! -_- Fine maybe I'm exaggerating, but nevertheless, she was thrilled at the soft toy doggie. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was reluctant to go home! So fun to be with my cousins! But then now I dunno whether Aaron's going tomorrow. Gotta pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm gonna change my wishlist now... Guess I'll catch y'all after christmas! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110399021783253744?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110399021783253744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110399021783253744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110399021783253744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110399021783253744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110399021783253744' title='Christmas&apos; over.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110391190234110941</id><published>2004-12-25T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T02:11:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time.</title><content type='html'>Feigning joy and surprise, at the gifts we despise over mulled wine, with you.&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th day, of the 12 month&lt;br /&gt;The sleigh bells are in time, ringing true&lt;br /&gt;How we cling each day long to that snowflakes and hope in hell&lt;br /&gt;That it won't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is finally here. Surprise gifts by parents. Now I've got one white shirt and another black shirt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, it's christmas and I'm still doing my homework. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Will blog later in the afternoon! See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110391190234110941?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110391190234110941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110391190234110941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110391190234110941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110391190234110941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110391190234110941' title='Christmas time.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110390340869866905</id><published>2004-12-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:50:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's over.</title><content type='html'>It's just 10 minutes on my watch to Christmas. A day of celebration and reflection. Let's take some time to realise his gift to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-silence-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's service was wonderful. The speaker was totally awesome! For eg.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A speaker told his audience, "The best arms of a woman, the sweetest and the nicest I've ever been in was in a wife of another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that woman was my mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ That's just one of the jokes that he told. Yep, then after that I realised that Denise got me 4 picks! Oh my, you shouldn't have gone to that expense! Thanks a lot anyways! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to the celebration! YAY!! I'm pon-ing family celebration at home and going for the celebration at Grace's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little sorry to my cousins and my relatives. Sorry! I won't come for the celebration there. To my cuzzies, hope you guys like the prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110390340869866905?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110390340869866905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110390340869866905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110390340869866905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110390340869866905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110390340869866905' title='Eve&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110386642414827888</id><published>2004-12-24T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T13:33:44.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of bells sounding</title><content type='html'>Better than the riches of this world, better than the sound of my friend's voices, better than the biggest dreams of my heart, that's just the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the lyrics to the song Better Than Life by Hillsong Australia. Just reminds me of Christ's love. Hah, this blog is turning religious. Anyways, I have no plans for today, since I woke up late. =p Imma go to church at 5.15pm today for ushering. Grr, I was pulled in to this, but lucky god-sis is there, so I won't feel so awkward. Really, I wish to play for the SF soon, the feeling of praising him through my talent is really fulfilling. Now I understand the meaning of praising God through your purpose. The fulfillment of playing the guitar while worshipping the one and only god. Even the thought of it appeases me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I missed quiet time yesterday night. I was so consistent, and suddenly I crashed it. Euggh. Maybe I have to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve makes me feel so excited. The thought of seeing a smile on my cousins' faces is really fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas Eve y'all! Remember your christmas trees and decos together with melancholic music playing in the background accompanied by the rally of happy voices in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110386642414827888?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110386642414827888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110386642414827888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110386642414827888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110386642414827888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110386642414827888' title='Eve of bells sounding'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110380813239371473</id><published>2004-12-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:22:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the spirit within me.</title><content type='html'>Guys, I've officially retained the christmas spirit in me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually bought gifts for my family! This is the first time, but things do have a first time yeahh? Well of course, I won't reveal for whom I bought it for, and what gifts. I will only reveal the place that me and my friends went. We went to Plaza Singapura. Hah, so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today we had Sec 1 Registration, and we had to continuously say like, "Welcome to VS, are you here for the registration?" I was so freakin' tired of it I almost wanted to crash in the PB room. Finally, solid rules are set for the PB. No compromisation. That means no more lax rules. Rules shall be re-inforced and shall be put to the test this coming new year. Eat that you punky little rockers in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I finished my stoopid chinese book! It wasn't so stupid after all. I was enlightened by it in the end, yeah that sounds corny, but it did. Still hafta write two reports, do two math papers, and one math worksheet. Oh gosh, time is running out. Tonight imma crash on the two math papers plus the chinese book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110380813239371473?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110380813239371473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110380813239371473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110380813239371473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110380813239371473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110380813239371473' title='I have the spirit within me.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110371871592781326</id><published>2004-12-22T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:31:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let The Bells End.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is finally here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I was still reminiscing the past years' Christmases a few months ago. This year, it will be a bash, especially with renewed faith in my only Lord Christ Jesus the Messiah, together with excellent rapport with my fellow Student Fellowship friends. It'd be nice to have fun together during Christmas with them. Heh, I can't wait for 24th. I'll be able to have fun with them again! (: Oh well, Christmas. Once we thought as children dangling on slim and fragile hopes that Santa will come to us, giving us presents that we'd wish for every December. How childish, you might think as mature and mentally stable adolescents. But all of us still have that little child inside of us crying out to be free, to be young once again. I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, a time of joyous celebration for the believers and non-believers all the same. A time of get-together to feel the spirit of Christmas. Yes, we keep hanging the phrase "spirit of Christmas" on our mouths, but yet do we actually manage to fathom and grasp the true meaning of it? Christians then, will start to remember the death of the beloved Christ Jesus on the cross, and the whatnots. He is our saviour, and he is born on this day. It is Jesus' birthday, yet why are we giving each other gifts instead of giving our all to Him? For what I see, I see Christmas as, in a modern context, a birthday for everyone. And it is made that, and not originally is. Sometimes we, as believers, fail to capture the true and right meaning of Christmas. Sincerely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish for this Christmas, sincerely, is for everyone in the world to get to know our Lord Jesus, and also understand the true meaning of Christmas and take this opportunity to give him your all. I also wish for the happiness and joyousness in the family and among friends when they are interacting with one another, and that is my sincere Christmas wish. 'Nuff about the wishlist. This is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Please do not take offence at this post.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110371871592781326?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110371871592781326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110371871592781326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110371871592781326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110371871592781326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110371871592781326' title='Don&apos;t Let The Bells End.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110355145588647174</id><published>2004-12-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:04:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less slacky.</title><content type='html'>Heya all, I have nothing to blog at all today since I was locked up in prison for a whole day. Though I did finish around 30 pages of the stupid Chinese book. Arggh, tonight imma start on my Math homework. Will finish it then. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pick for the guitar broke. ): geez, I'm still wondering what is the correct method to strum using the pick. Gosh, I broke a pick! A harmless pick. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the colorful one now, maybe will get one when I go to PS soon at Yamaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's nothing to pen down anymore, so ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110355145588647174?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110355145588647174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110355145588647174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110355145588647174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110355145588647174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355145588647174' title='Less slacky.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110345449031225752</id><published>2004-12-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T19:08:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptismal Service.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't blogged for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to school and I managed to pass up my poster design for Recruitment Drive in 2005 for VSITC. Woot and we spent 3 - 4 hours discussing the questions for the recruiment drive interviews. Sec 3s are going to hold the interviews! (: Then after that meeting at 1.30pm, we went for a general meeting outside the club room, which ended at 2.15pm. After that we went inside to watch Scary Movie 3. Wow, super nice. I borrowed 4 DVDs home to watch. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went to church, nothing surprising, nothing exciting, just that I went for KFC lunch with my cuzzies at Suntec. My Aunt bought 2 CDs for me and they were cool man! "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb" by U2, as well as "One Day Remains" by Alter Bridge. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now I'm blogging right before dinner. You can guess what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, so see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110345449031225752?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110345449031225752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110345449031225752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110345449031225752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110345449031225752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110345449031225752' title='Baptismal Service.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110329829347441298</id><published>2004-12-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:44:53.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I'm troubled. Really troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me list the things that need salvaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family Relationship&lt;br /&gt;2. Spiritual Relationship&lt;br /&gt;3. School Work&lt;br /&gt;4. CCA commitments&lt;br /&gt;5. Reminscence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Family Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you really want to do something but fail, do you get the feeling of pain in your throat and lungs, and your heart starts throbbing badly? And before you know it, tears start dripping down your cheeks? Well I have that several times. Today's one of the most disappointing ones. Gahh. I need to make time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Spiritual Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually after this time's retreat, it has been salvaged. No running dry now, I'm committing my life to Him, and only Him. Others only come second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 School Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matter of organisation of my own schedule. Really hectic, but it's still my fault. If I don't finish it on time, I'm a dead man. Especially my book review. Ugh, it's gonna get ugly the end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 CCA Commitments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CCA is the one that gave me the most problems. It's not like, oh it's 1/3 of my problems. No, it's two-thirds, or two-and-a-half thirds of it. I don't know what to do with my CCA part now. It's in a mess. I will pray about this loads. Lots of work unfinished, lots of stuff to settle. So little time. And meetings are killing my time with parents. I will go settle this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories are flooding back like a river's current reversing it's norm. The wind is too strong, many events too nostalgic. Too many dejâ vus. It's just too painful. But what really touched me most is the revival of my spirit &amp;amp; passion for Christ through this retreat from the 13-17 of December. It was powerful. I guess it is really fulfilling. Things that are in school seem so far away now. Peace of God? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and I hope you'll pray for me at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed off,&lt;br /&gt;-mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110329829347441298?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110329829347441298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110329829347441298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110329829347441298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110329829347441298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329829347441298' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110328892867372899</id><published>2004-12-17T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:08:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible, Guitar, and voices.</title><content type='html'>I've just came back from the SF camp at SBC (Singapore Bible College) and it was super fun (esp. since I got to play the guitar for three worships, but more about that later) and we practically sang our hearts out during the last worship. Well, I am not really interested now to write a long post today, so I shan't elaborate further on the process of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I achieved are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends aplenty (and I do mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aplenty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Learned how to play barre chords&lt;br /&gt;3. Jammed quite a bit with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Achieved a higher level and sense of spiritual fulfillment as well as strengthened relationship with Him, our Lord Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ain't gonna rant on anymore. I guess that's it. If you really really want to know about the camp (and the cat (: ) please do leave your comment.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110328892867372899?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110328892867372899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110328892867372899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110328892867372899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110328892867372899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110328892867372899' title='Bible, Guitar, and voices.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110278193569932960</id><published>2004-12-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:20:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grunged.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. My people, my land of riches. Well I just released my preview version of the new template i'm giving to my website. So, take a peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markefx.bizhat.com/new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://markefx.bizhat.com/new"&gt;markefx.v2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110278193569932960?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110278193569932960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110278193569932960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110278193569932960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110278193569932960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278193569932960' title='Grunged.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110276273628070586</id><published>2004-12-11T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T18:58:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Breath</title><content type='html'>Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe six feet, ain't so far down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of triumphance. I mastered One Last Breath on the acoustic. Woohoo, but a little more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late sleeping caused me to wake at 10.30am today. Sheesh, then Mr. Ng called and said he can only make it at 12.30pm. Oh gosh, I had 2 hours to do my theory. -smirks- Anyways, after piano, I asked him whether he could fetch me to SBC after our lesson on the 13th. Haha, then he said yes. YAY! I have someone to fetch me there liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I practised hard for One Last Breath, then incredibly, I mastered it! I seriously mastered it! OMG. I tried playing with the music, and it worked! Woohoo! Okay, fun's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis' friend came to stay over. For one night anyways, then she'll leave. Oh well, Dinner's almost ready, so I think I'd be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D - Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110276273628070586?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110276273628070586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110276273628070586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110276273628070586' title='One Last Breath'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110269777249596658</id><published>2004-12-11T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:56:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenacious D</title><content type='html'>My saviour. My six nuggets with two stuck in someone's ass. No crudeness here, it's in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D is really the thangg'. Just wanted you to know that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into the night now, but still studying my theory for piano. Hmm, just finished watching 13 Going On 30, and it totally rocks. Jennifer Garner's the deal. She's the cutie pie in the Hollywood doogy-woo. Just anything I'd give for a meet with her. She is the thangg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's Alias will be never missed again. I think. dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;- Tenacious D's Wonderboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110269777249596658?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110269777249596658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110269777249596658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110269777249596658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110269777249596658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110269777249596658' title='Tenacious D'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110268501414741870</id><published>2004-12-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T21:24:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up.</title><content type='html'>Simple Plan - Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the album "Still Not Getting Any"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;You're always so right&lt;br /&gt;It's all a big show&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;What everyone needs&lt;br /&gt;You always take time&lt;br /&gt;To criticize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyday&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You love to hate&lt;br /&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;You never ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's all a big lie&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're special&lt;br /&gt;But I know, and I know&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and we know&lt;br /&gt;That you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always there to point&lt;br /&gt;Out my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And shove them in my face&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You love to hate&lt;br /&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Will never bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me who I should be&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to tell me what's right for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I should do&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste my time&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me down&lt;br /&gt;{shut up, shut up, shut up}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;{shut up, shut up, shut up}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me down&lt;br /&gt;{shut up, shut up, shut up}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, shut up, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12 today. How annoying, actually I was staggering out of bed at 10am -fell of my bed btw- but then went off to bed again till 12. I ate lunch instead of breakfast though I did take the bread. Then my cuzzies came at around 2pm, when I "played" with them a little on the computer and the guitar. They left at 3pm. Woot, then till now I'm here. Nothing interesting today, going to take on my homework at 10pm. Imma have my dinner now. So see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;- Simple Plan's Album "Still Not Getting Any..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110268501414741870?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110268501414741870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110268501414741870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110268501414741870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110268501414741870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110268501414741870' title='Shut Up.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110261393208525291</id><published>2004-12-10T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T21:26:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mansoor</title><content type='html'>First of all, a little late but nevertheless, Happy Belated Birthday Mansoor! Remember, you owe me a treat okay, since you don't want to accept my 10 bucks... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I totally forgot to tell you my investiture school I was posted to. Well considering it's beside TKGS, I don't really mind TKSS. Hah, oh wellsh. I guess it's good enough, better than Xuanhan's -sick joke- posting. Gahh. I have to post a invitation to them. Personally. Oh well, I guess that will have to be next time. Till then, or rather, tomorrow. See yahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;-Sheryl Crow with Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110261393208525291?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110261393208525291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110261393208525291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110261393208525291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110261393208525291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261393208525291' title='Happy Birthday Mansoor'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110261216593276111</id><published>2004-12-10T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:09:25.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokenn.</title><content type='html'>Cos' I'm broken, I'm lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another day at VS for the Inter-School Floorball Championships 2004. We are actually so honored for it to be held in our school, just that the job of a prefect there sucks. There's rewards though. We'll talk about that a little later. Anyways, the start of the day was bad. I was almost late, but when I reached school at 07.31 am, only Austin &amp; Jin Jian was there. Grr, I couldn't have bothered to come, you know. Anyway, all the preparations were done, and then we started on our jobs. Then Jafnie came! Yayness. My favourite PB senior. Aside from Mansoor I guess. Anyways, they were meddling with their cameras again. -sighs- *adds G6 to wishlist* I managed to frame a photo with plants correctly. Mansoor was like, "Not bad, not bad," and I was like, "Um, okayy..." Heh, anyway, at about 10.30, I saw Visakan at the rifle range area, he was sort of looking for me I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telepathy.&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking of passing the recruitment forms to Visakan actually at 10.30, but he came! Wow, such coincidence. Or not? Then after that we went to Mansoor's house to take his badminton racket. But, as soon as we left the house after burning Dick's CD, [for your information, he only burnt two songs; Fried Rice Paradise &amp; Life Story] we decided not to bring the rackets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mansoor nearly forgot his camera. Or so he thinks.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the visit to his house, we went to Parkway's Banquet to have lunch. But, before that we went to buy shrimps -5 bucks worth mind you-, and also bloodworms -30 cents.- . Then we had our lunch; mine was beef noodles, the best i've ever tasted in my entire life. Typical Singaporean food never fail to surprise me. Hah. We quickly headed to the bustop. I decided I should follow Daniel to get a feel of his house. Jafnie followed, but since Mansoor was too worried over his camera, he went back first, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without his key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loitered in Daniel's house for a bit, before heading back to school, reaching around 1.20pm? Yeah, then we continued our job till around 6 plus, where I did the prize presentation thingy. So lame; just passing of the awards to Mr. Sng. Heh, anyway Swiss Cottage won! Yoohoo, way up there. Folks, sadly, the teams I were supporting, North Brooks and Northland didn't manage to get it. Grr. Champions are SCSS! Not much of a grudge anyway, I was a fellow "merger" with them in my primary 6 days. So I sort of feel a sense of proudness for them too. dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we stayed back to play floorball &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as usual, &lt;/span&gt;and I returned home as late as 7.30pm. Had my dinner, then stayed on to watch Achar! on Channel 5. Though I also watched Man VS Beast at 8.00pm. Whoa, 44 midgets -little people- against one elephant. Obviously the phanty will win. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I finished my last newspaper review, but the printer was like, super lousy. GRR. No black ink? -sigh- Then here I am, lazing around. Haha. dx Think I shall sign off now, tomorrow cousins are coming so I have to wake up early to do my homework. Okay, tatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I always say, you win some you lose some. I was the overall gainer for today. dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Bublé's Come Fly With Me Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110261216593276111?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110261216593276111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110261216593276111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110261216593276111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110261216593276111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261216593276111' title='Brokenn.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110251805355749228</id><published>2004-12-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:00:53.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek &amp; Destroy.</title><content type='html'>Searching... Seek &amp;amp; Destroy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full week of pure torture? Nope, it was fun actually without the computer for two weeks, since I have no distraction (though I still can't complete my homework, darn), and can concentrate on other stuff. Anyways, been home for one whole week, then on Monday, I went for a BBQ at school for LTC. We went bowling first, then had lunch at KFC. For bowling, I had two strikes and a few spares at that. Heh, my skill improved for the first round. 110! But my normal losing streak came back at the last round. Darn. Then we went to have lunch at KFC. Met my friend over there and we chatted for a bit, before moving off to Giant and meeting there AGAIN. Lol, nothing better to do? Nah, we went there to buy chicken wings and stuff. Anyways, it was a fun day except for the part that we had to do a nightwalk. Though, I was made to walk with John (which is a good thing, by the way), and then we screwed the whole nightwalk up. Heh, phew. Sadly, my friend left for Japan, so it's kinda like, you lost another SMS friend. -sighs- Anyways, I can start messaging come 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and so starting Tuesday I went to school for hockey championships. Then today we went again. Then tomorrow we are going again. Today's Mansoor's birthday! We went to Pizza Hut for a "celebration" and my Nets Card didn't hold enough to pay for the meal. 32 bucks plus, and the meal was 48 bucks. Hmm, anyways, we paid in cash, but tomorrow I'm going to pay back Mansoor. Anyway, there's this waitress there who "overheard" us calling Mansoor birthday boy, so she volunteered to like, give a complimentary "SLICE" of ice cream Oreo cake. We each got a small piece to eat, and Mansoor was like, MADE TO CRY to take a photo of him being soooooooo touched. dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and then we went back, and when the games finished, we played floorball against each other. I scored like 4 goals before discovering I have a knack for floorball. Actually it's quite true, I was able to assist a few goals, but soon after I got a little wee bit complacent, so I didn't manage to assist. dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plenty of fun till 5.30pm when I took a double decked 31 home, straight to Jalan Toa Payoh, where I alighted then walked to the salon. Had my hair cut for "free", since I forgot my money, and then the girl there said it was okay to pay on my next visit. dx That was like, so kind of her. Gahh. When I came home, I did my chinese newspaper reviews (See? So guai...) After that, Ummm, after that, well, after that, is now. So I have nothing to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, see ya tomorrow then. Plan to meet Visa tomorrow to pass him the recruitment forms for him to craft out new ones. Actually I wanted the bridging module worksheet, but I lost it. No one wants to be kind though. Poor Mark. Oh well, life's like that. You win some, you lose some. (= somehow I always win. dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110251805355749228?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110251805355749228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110251805355749228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110251805355749228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110251805355749228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251805355749228' title='Seek &amp; Destroy.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110153720046736246</id><published>2004-11-27T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:08:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger. Hatred. Covetousness.</title><content type='html'>Everything was in a perfect swirl yesterday. Too many events that happened, some of which have broken dreams, unfulfilled wishes and shattered hopes. I believe you could see the previous entry, written in perfect gibberish (actually, greek). I was very very hurt and angry then. But I've decided. I want to change my life. I don't want to live by day, but live by actions. Looks like the only way to get my guitar then, is to shun away from the computer for 2 whole weeks. 2 weeks may seem long, but it would pass soon. I can only hope. And so, the promise begins. 2 whole weeks not touching the computer at all, treating it as if a commodity of difference to my other necessities. I shall be good and finish all my holiday homework on time. It will start tomorrow. Tomorrow's Sunday, exactly the start of the week. I will begin my test, a test of perseverance. To stop the mistreatment I have been given at home. I will succumb to the daily pressures of life at home, of my parents, my sister, and my teachers. I will conform to their wishes and commands of their selfish gain, and I will help them gain their satisfaction through the good works of their son, brother and student. I will let them have their "face", by attaining better results in my daily stressful work, for isn't that what all of them want? Do they not covet the utmost carnal desires &amp;amp; pleasures of the modern society? Do they want to lose face in front of their companions, comrades etc.? The answers are clear cut, it is a straight NO to the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall then blog on my notebook everyday, and recording every single event of torture, punishment, anger, hatred, jealousy, covetousness etc in this little log book. After the torturous two weeks I face, I will finally turn on the object of my very own desire, and blog it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the sake of a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110153720046736246?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110153720046736246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110153720046736246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110153720046736246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110153720046736246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110153720046736246' title='Anger. Hatred. Covetousness.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110148512926131578</id><published>2004-11-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:01:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-post closed-</title><content type='html'>this post has been temporarily closed due to undisclosed reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110148512926131578?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110148512926131578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110148512926131578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148512926131578' title='-post closed-'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110145125265205147</id><published>2004-11-26T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T14:40:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA from Wednesday till now.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay in posting my stuff here, I've been to the chalet on Wednesday right after school so I didn't really have a chance to blog/touch the computer. On Thursday, I was too tired to blog and I wasn't really that well. Well here I am today, updating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, on wednesday we went to school for an LTC meeting. We sorta fell in at the parade square at 10.00am with 18 people. -_- Wow. Looks like people weren't informed well enough. Arggh, anyways, we recorded the cheers as well as some campfire songs which are available on &lt;a href="http://ltc.vs.moe.edu.sg"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. Okay, after our lunch at school, Jarren and I went to his house to take his stuff including his guitar, tongs, (no, not "that" thongs), and charcoal. Then his mother took us to NSRCC for the class chalet. Well when we reached there, Jun Ming wasn't even there; he couldn't be bothered to come early to check in for us. So we ended up being the earliest (mind you, the earliest means being earlier than the staff shuttle), and tried the check in, but we needed Jun Ming to check in. T-T So we waited for him at the bungalow reception area. But he turned up at the main reception area, at the koi pond. Grr, so Jarren had to go there and take his car, to fetch me up, to take his things, to the chalet no. 36. and by the time we got there and unpacked all his stuff, the others arrived and we had a noisy party going on already. Oh sheesh, I wished I wasn't there at that moment. Okay I think you had enough of chalet stuff, I will post this chalet thing on another post. (adds that onto "promise" list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I came back on Thursday for my piano lesson and I slept just after lunch at 12.30pm. Till about 1.30pm, Mr. Ng came. We had our lesson while I was dazed, until I was awokened by his playing of Sonata in E Flat at the last part of our lesson. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his lesson, it was all play, play, and more play. Then parents came back for dinner, and went off again for cell group. I slept at 10.00am yesterday, considering today's meeting in school (prefects').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I went to school and reached at 10.05am while Yap Heng reached at 10.03am and said I was late. -.- Right, and then we took a bus home together and then I am here. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110145125265205147?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110145125265205147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110145125265205147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110145125265205147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110145125265205147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110145125265205147' title='MIA from Wednesday till now.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110113603265676503</id><published>2004-11-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:07:12.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting my life away.</title><content type='html'>Sheesh. I was SMS-ed in the middle of the night by my piano teacher. He said to have it on Wednesday instead. I left the phone on the table then, after replying him to say "I'll b in skl on wed." Then I slept all the way through to 9.45am when I was awakened by my maid's vacuuming. Grr, I was planning to sleep all the way through. My maid was also bugging me about piano lesson. I can't be bothered to tell her that piano lesson was changed, so I woke up. Grr, went to freshen up a bit, and ate my breakfast. Woot! Two fresh chocolate cakes awaiting me. I was dumb enough to wake up late. Ate my breakfast, lazed around till 4pm when I finally started to do my English homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UN Rejects ban on human cloning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, people this days come up with weird proposals. Anyways, I completed the three newspaper reviews, and then I went back to my study table, to do you-know-what. All the way to 7.30pm I was finding my chinese newspaper cuttings for my homework, and then I ate dinner. Then I called the people for NEWDC meeting. Blah blah blah... Yep so we had to settle the date by today, but now the date's messed up. So, yeah. Gah, by tomorrow Terence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no mood to do a blog entry today, feeling super crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having fun there at Sentosa? Hope you are enjoying yourself yah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-just got Eminem's "Encore", and Simple Plan's "Still Not Getting Any..."-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110113603265676503?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110113603265676503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110113603265676503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110113603265676503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110113603265676503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113603265676503' title='Wasting my life away.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110104757334670300</id><published>2004-11-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:32:53.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new journey.</title><content type='html'>Gee, I woke up at 7.45am today without no prompting. Must be a result of the 4 day camp. Anyways, I went to church, and the new P6 JSFers came in to join us. We had a game of whacko and a getting-to-know-each-other-better session. Thanks Deborah and Samantha for that game! (: I was sabotaged by Andre. Then when we had the session of getting to know each other better, I had Aaron as my partner. LOL. We are cousins and so we knew each other so freakin' well that we can count the number of relatives each of us has on our toes! Anyways, we were one of the top 2 so we had Mentos as a prize which we shared with EVERYONE. I don't feel so guilty anymore. d: I shared with Matthias and Terence about our lives in JSF so far, even though I didn't really participate in it for a few weeks already for the whole year, but anyways, I guess I really owe it to Siew Hua, Roger, Jacob, Tracy, Zhi Zhen &amp; Xin Ying, as well as those I've not mentioned. Sorry to have forgotten you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went out, I pleaded for a guitar. Whatever. I got denied yet again. I didn't sulk okay, I was just playing safe and kept quiet. Spent 2 hours at Frames &amp;amp; Lenses just to get my Mom's spectacles to fit her facial features. (i.e. ears) Then we went to the foodcourt, where I ate the dreaded fishball noodles. Oh geesh, that really hurt my stomach. It insulted my food taste. I ate tako pachi after that at home, and ate a few fruits (grapes). Then I went off to sleep from 3pm - 7pm. Grr, I feel so alive now. I'm going to be good from tomorrow onwards to exemplify my Junior Leader behaviour, and do my homework conscientiously to get my guitar. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I still can only hope. I only have myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess a new journey awaits me thus far, new chapters awaiting to be read, new endings awaiting to be finished. A new start to my Sec 3 life, means new responsibilities, new qualities awaiting to be donned on, being mature, being a real leader. Leaving JSF, leaving Lower Secondary, leaving behind childish behaviour. Wow, seems almost alien to me but I better start getting used to it. For now, just a little something that I'd love my parents to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, Leong Zhi Wei Mark, am willing to dedicate the rest of my entire life to living my responsibilities they way they are supposed to be lived, and to take up priorities in the rightful manner, to the fullest extent; as a certified Camp Instructor as well as a Junior Leader, I will be entirely liable for any wrongs I make or any misgivings I am given. All in all I would take up the responsibility of my every word and action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 11:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the man who does not fall away on account of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now playing: "Good Charlotte - The Anthem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110104757334670300?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110104757334670300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110104757334670300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110104757334670300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110104757334670300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110104757334670300' title='A new journey.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110095744724296242</id><published>2004-11-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:30:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject Combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Promised to give my subject combination that I was given for the E-stream on my school's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given my first choice, Triple Science and Geog Elective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110095744724296242?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110095744724296242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110095744724296242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110095744724296242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110095744724296242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110095744724296242' title='Subject Combination'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110095708425481392</id><published>2004-11-20T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:24:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Saturday mornin'.</title><content type='html'>Awakened by the sound of clinging keys on the rosewood door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up as usual with the MP3 player I listened to at night already on my study table. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems that Mom already took it out for me.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, I sneaked a glance at the modernised alarm clock that fitted the theme of my room state. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11.35am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit.&lt;/span&gt; Well I guess I overslept. Maybe I just needed to catch up with my beauty sleep which I missed during the whole course of the camp. I startled out of bed, and gripped around my mattress to stagger toward the white door. Rubbing my eyes I went to open it, and saw no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe she's in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I looked into the rooms, then I saw my maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Mom? Where's Sis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom went to office, your sister went out. Mom just went out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Still feeling dazed, I limped to the toilet. My leg muscles hurt from lying too long. After washing up, I went to eat my breakfast. Mom's coming back before lunch. I took my breakfast to my room and ate there. Played my usual course of Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow and then Mom came back. Still there at SGIdol.net, playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cuzzies came over for lunch &amp; dinner. Power packed if you ask me. Played the computer for quite a bit with them then dinner came. We then celebrated Uncle Andrew's birthday as well as my maid's. Oh anyways, when they went home, I continued playing SC-PT and then stopped 5 mins after they left. Feeling kind of odd now, not knowing what to do. Wonder if Mom's really gonna buy me a guitar, or is it just an empty promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can only hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Listening to: Led Zepplin - Stairway To Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110095708425481392?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110095708425481392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110095708425481392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110095708425481392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110095708425481392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110095708425481392' title='Just another Saturday mornin&apos;.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110087433121728719</id><published>2004-11-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:25:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbolic Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice. 5 hour trip from Singapore to Malaysia on coach. No, actually a bus. Well not that I couldn't stand that, but it was far too long. But we soon got started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mawai Eco Camp, Kota Tinggi, Johor,&lt;/span&gt; we already got started on the fun. We took a boat to cross the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sedili river&lt;/span&gt; to get to the proper camp site. Crossed the kitchen, and then into the Dining Hall. Memories of whiffing and drooling come rushing into my mind as my heart beats to the rhythm of campfire songs sang in the adrenaline filled late nights. The food was the most sumptuous food I've e'er tasted in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was taken immediately after the briefing we had at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mawai Dining Hall&lt;/span&gt;. Then, immediately after lunch was the setting up of our commando beds. They were by far the most comforting beds I've ever slept on since the last few camps I've had. Then, we had our safety briefing, which was followed by an introduction to the programs a.k.a briefing given by our leaders. After which we had our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asli Water Obstacles&lt;/span&gt; where we had to cross bridges on ropes and stuff like that. Shiraj and I paired up for the Asli Bridge and we made it through perfectly though both of us experienced a bit of a leg cramps initially. Then I had a toe cramp at the barrel crossing. Grr. Okay I managed to get over all of them successfully. Um, yay? After that we had a quick bath and then dinner came along. The smiles of the two friendly dogs were bugging Shiraj and my group but nevermind already. Then we had our group discussion and presentation. We presented rather well I guess. Then we had a teacher's session with Ms. Tang. After which we had our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firefly cruise&lt;/span&gt;, where we heard all sorts of insects. Eww, creepy to be at the back of the boat. We heard Japanese solidiers stories there. Then we had a little night snack and we went back to our comfy beds to have a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day two&lt;/span&gt;. We had PT at the ground outside the kitchen, where we had to run and get ourselves "dirty". All of us did like 30 "green bottles" before the leader asked us to stop. We owed them 50 which we repaid them on the campfire night. But I'll talk about that later. Then we had breakfast and went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swamp Forest Walk&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very enriching experience, considering all the muddy areas we encountered plus leeches for starters. I didn't get leeched. How unlucky, I've no experience, I'm deprived of the chance. Well we had a refresher course after that and our group did well. (: Then we had preparation for our campfire song and skit, which we didn't really do successfully considering the co-operation between our group members. LOL. But it was all worth it. We then washed up, and had dinner. Then we had a little briefing for our trek in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gunung Panti&lt;/span&gt; the next day. Of course, we had pictures of insects, birds, animals and such, and then it ended. After that we had our instructor's session, where we talked about discipline and stuff. We were the lucky group because our attitude improved since the last discipline talk, so we got to be slack. After that we had our night snack and went to bed. Ahh, comfy beds and the midnight cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day three&lt;/span&gt;. We had breakfast, then the orang asli's packed our lunch for us while we sang campfire songs, and readied our bags. We set off for Panti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panti was a long walk ahead. Too many plants to cut us deep in the flesh. I got cut four times on the hand plus the leg. We went through many plants, muddy areas, and ascended a really high rock surface. When we got to the summit, it was already about 1.45pm. Had lunch at the summit, and then went down, where I got my foot all dirty and sleazy. Ugh. Lucky I had the 10 ringgit Kluang Didas on. By the way, you know why it's called Kluang Didas? 'Cause it's made in Kluang, and it looks like an Adidas shoe. -_-" Explanation given to me by my Senior Leader Mansoor, or Head Prefect, or sexy leg. LOL. Kidding. We descended the rock surface slowly, I was the slowest I guess. We caught up with the rest at the stream at around 3.00pm I guess? Yep. We refilled our water bottles there, and then moved on. Reached Mawai Camp at 5.45pm approximately. Then we washed up and had dinner. I threw away two socks in total until here. Our campfire started around 8 or 9. We acted out our skit, lol. It should be frikkin' funny. Some cult, oh well. Think I should write it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our nice campfire complete with "Carpenter's Son Song", we had our night snack and lights out was at 12.30. I slept with my MP3 on, and realised it only at 3am. So I switched it off at 3, and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day four. &lt;/span&gt;We woke up at 0800! Yay. Later than usual. We had breakfast and then our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jungle Survival: Orang Asli Animal Trap Demonstration&lt;/span&gt; course. Yep. Then after that we had our lunch and stuff. Then we cleared out our log house, and did all administrative stuff. Grr, my hands are getting bored now of typing these mundane shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the fruits plantation at around 1400 and lazed around in the hot sun until about 3pm? We reached school at 7pm and did the school song and spelling cheer. LOL I managed to remember everything. Then we said our sad goodbyes and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the woes of a JL. I'm a certified JL now, gotta waste off my certain actions and wear new ones. So I think I owe you a Mr. Tay tribute as well as the skit for our campfire yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110087433121728719?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110087433121728719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110087433121728719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110087433121728719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110087433121728719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087433121728719' title='Symbolic Reminiscence'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110052457107371627</id><published>2004-11-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:16:11.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LTC Camp 2004</title><content type='html'>Well it's off to camp then. I won't be blogging till the evening of 19th, and that's when I get my results of my streaming, so I'll inform you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, another 4 days of camp, enjoying myself in Malaysia, just really can't wait. I have to sleep now cos' tomorrow's a long day and I woke up at 4.30am today. So I guess I'll see you guys and hope you can visit my forum? Yep. My new work's up, a little description of what I saw today at East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://markefx.bizhat.com/sunrise.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view "Sunrise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110052457107371627?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110052457107371627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110052457107371627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110052457107371627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110052457107371627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052457107371627' title='LTC Camp 2004'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110050436741986851</id><published>2004-11-15T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:27:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sunrise.</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day. We woke up at 4.30am (my whole family) just to go over to East Coast to watch the sunrise. Whoa we got a hell lot of pictures which I will upload sooner or later. No worries though, it would be soon. So, we had our breakfast at MacDonald's and after which we went to NTUC at Parkway Parade. I got really bored and nonsensical halfway through shopping and then we went home. At home, I slept all the way through, from about 10am to 1pm. 3 solid hours. Woke up, had lunch, and then I went on to pack my things. Lost my glasses' band. Dang it. Then they went off to my sister's hostel. I was bored to death so I didn't go. Later they will pick me up to go to my cousin's house. Anyways, in the meantime I will just slack around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110050436741986851?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110050436741986851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110050436741986851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110050436741986851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110050436741986851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110050436741986851' title='The sunrise.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110041961790966536</id><published>2004-11-14T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:06:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson V</title><content type='html'>I will live this day as if it is my last. What has happened yesterday has happened. No more, no less. I will forget yesterday's misgivings and fortunes, and carry on today, doing all the things I want to. I will add meaning into my daily routine every single day, not forgetting the people around me, doing what they want fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can sand flow upward in the hour glass? Will the sun rise where it sets and set where it rises? Can I relive the errors of yesterday and right them? Can I call back yesterday's wounds and make them whole? Can I become younger than yesterday? Can I take back the evil that was spoken, the blows that were struck, the pain that was caused? No. Yesterday is buried forever and I will think of it no more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session held in the evening was a very meaningful one, very heartwarming. We touched on things like, is there really a heaven out there? Underground is just the core of the Earth, and above the skies is space. Do we really have a paradise waiting for us there? Do we have punishment down below? Are we really naïve to believe there is a heaven? Or are we too clever for paradise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had fights with your parents? Shunned them for a day or two? Or worse, spouted expletives or vernaculations right in their faces? Yes, you can say no straightaway, but is your heart really following your mouth? No matter, but have we fulfilled what our parents has told us to do? Or do we just shut them out of our eyes and ears, carrying on with our own lives? Your refusals may seem nothing to you, but it means something to them. You've hurt them badly. But can we take them back anymore? No, no more. Live today as if it is your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And what then shall I do? Forgetting yesterday neither will I think of tomorrow. Why should I throw now after maybe? Can tomorrow's sand flow through the glass before today's? Will the sun rise twice this morning? Can I perform tomorrow's deeds while standing in today's path? can I place tomorrow's gold in today's purse? Can tomorrow's child be born today? Can tomorrow's death cast its shadow backward and darken today's joy? Should I concern myself over events which I may never witness? Should I torment myself with problems that may never come to pass? No! Tomorrow lies buried with yesterday, and I will think of it no more."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you knew what would happen tomorrow, what is the purpose of living for today? If you could live in tomorrow, today has no existence; yesterday has no tomorrow. I will fulfill my duties of today, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will live this day as if it is my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it is not, I shall fall to my knees and give thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's hope we had enough of this wise wisdom for a day. The words in italics are from a book, but I kind of forgot the title, anyone who knows, please do comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was horrid but I shall comment no more. My sister and I went to watch "Taxi", and it was super funny and we laughed till our stomachs hurt. We caught the 9.15pm show anyways, we were the first in the cinema. I now hate to go to Shaw Balestier. There's a bar upstairs. Bad influence for children. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no different. Didn't fulfill what I wanted to do. I was in church and went to bugis for lunch after that. We spent like two whole hours there, ate at Siam kitchen and stuff. Ughh. I can't believe it's that expensive. Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for today.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110041961790966536?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110041961790966536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110041961790966536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110041961790966536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110041961790966536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110041961790966536' title='Lesson V'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110036449008567853</id><published>2004-11-14T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:48:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up day.</title><content type='html'>I am totally clueless about what happened today. I feel like it's just yesterday. What happened? What happened guys? It's not supposed to be this way. We need to be co-operative! Please. I cannot type my entry anymore. Can't bear to. Sorry people who read my blog. Sorry. I'm just too depressed to type anymore entries. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110036449008567853?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110036449008567853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110036449008567853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110036449008567853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110036449008567853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110036449008567853' title='Screwed up day.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082400.post-110027521573472777</id><published>2004-11-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:00:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of meaning in clichés.</title><content type='html'>How fulfilling the day was. Very meaningful, I slept till 9.30 am in the morning. I was supposed to reach school at 11am for a meeting, and knowing fully well that I take one hour to get to school, I still woke up that late. I reached school at 11.20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time. Phew. The meeting just started with Mr. You (teacher-in-charge) barely stepping into the room. Meeting started, I was bored to death. Same thing as usual. Typing minutes in front of an inanimate object. Life is so sad. But just for that few 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, General meeting. So glad to see my juniors. Wow, they have really matured a lot. Especially my chosen one. But too bad, he said he wanted to leave school. You know who you are. ;) General meeting, lost the file that was used for typing minutes. Grr. Have to type again now. Anyways, during General meeting, I was asked to go to look at the schedule for NEWDC. They said it was too short &amp; brief. Brother. I have to type it again now. Two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting ended, which was around 2 plus, I met YJ outside the club room, he was hanging out, with the plants outside the clubroom? He said he didn't want to go the the movies with ZH and I, so I was like, "Why? I thought you said okay? Look, you even brought extra clothes along!" "Some other time &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I was hurt by his ego. Nah, kidding. Got used to it already. Walked to ZH's house. Went to his lobby to take his driver's car. We went to PS, missed the 3.15 show, decided to take the 5.50 one instead, and eat dinner there. I ate my lunch at around 3.30 at KFC? Yep. The Tom Yam Chicken was horrid. Bad for my stomach. So after lunch, I went to take my money, and we went upstairs to buy the tix. "Two tix for Bride &amp;amp; Prejudice, 5.50 please." "Okay, the total will be $7."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, I mean $17!! -giggles-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Big mistake. Anyways, after we bought the tix, we went around to look see look see for basketball shoes for ZH. None of my biz. Then we saw this teens model search 2004 thingy, and we stood around to watch the models walking here and there. I spotted this girl in a blue dress and she practically caught my eye. But nevermind. We stayed around, walked around, stayed around, walked around till 5.40pm. Then we took a lift up to the cinemas. Sat through the movie ogling at Aishwarya? o.O Don't ask me for movie reviews, read them yourself at your favourite newstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie, we went to have dinner at the Kopitiam. Typical spot to eat for typical singaporeans like us. I ate Fried Guo Tiao. I'm weird, I didn't finish the plate. Went home by train from Dhoby Ghaut to Novena. Then I took my parents' car to my sister's hostel to send her there. Long trip, short talk. Reached home at 10.00pm. Missed Ren Wo Ao You! Crap-o. Now I'm going to do my Schedule for Briefing day, so please DND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082400-110027521573472777?l=darkestfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/110027521573472777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082400&amp;postID=110027521573472777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110027521573472777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082400/posts/default/110027521573472777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkestfreedom.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027521573472777' title='Loss of meaning in clichés.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05643157068158429472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/markEFX/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
