<?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-16132647</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:57:06.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.defiled.soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-4846906474463230243</id><published>2008-05-19T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:25:18.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a look back.</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, it has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="nom"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="bigger"&gt;558 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="big"&gt;1 year, 6 months, 11 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="bigger"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48,211,200 seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;803,520  minutes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13,392  hours &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;79  weeks  (rounded down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Stumbling upon this blog again, I look back and realize how much I have changed. There are some good and some bad changes but definitely change nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized from reading all of it is that I'm an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;emoboy&lt;/span&gt;. Man, how many times have I mentioned some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil flowing in my veins &lt;/span&gt;and how my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life sucks so much&lt;/span&gt;. How on earth can one blog of such nonsensical gibberish, I will never know. I'm the mixture of OC, One Tree Hill and Gossip Girl. But then again, I'd have to say it was an interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening? I've been in Sydney, Australia for almost 1.5 years now studying at the University of New South Wales. I am under the Co-op scholarship thus I have to do Industrial Training at the moment at American Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my posts are just so boring now. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-4846906474463230243?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/4846906474463230243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/4846906474463230243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-back.html' title='a look back.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-116295017280026709</id><published>2006-11-08T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:42:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things I Want to Get Done</title><content type='html'>Surprising things I've decided I've wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever get them done though.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn the piano - Yup, not the grade 1 to 10 crap, just learn it. - Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;2. Design an entire video game - Just one.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cry outta happiness - Haven't done so once. :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet Oprah Winfrey - She rocks. I don't care what people say, she's like a modern Mother Theresa&lt;br /&gt;5. Write novels - Will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-116295017280026709?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/116295017280026709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/116295017280026709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-things-i-want-to-get-done.html' title='5 Things I Want to Get Done'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-115806109970185964</id><published>2006-09-12T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:40:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short-Vid Moment #1</title><content type='html'>I just find this still so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8qzOvyB3pc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8qzOvyB3pc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Boxer kiss White Boxer = Whacked Japanese Boxer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-115806109970185964?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115806109970185964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115806109970185964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-vid-moment-1.html' title='Short-Vid Moment #1'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-115805960443078972</id><published>2006-09-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:23:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 11th - Messenger Not Working Day</title><content type='html'>Yeah, now I hope this post isn't offensive to anyone at all, but if it is I apologise in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically yesterday was the September 11th, everyone should know about the 9-11 events and what the day represents. I got home and logged into MSN, but what do I find? MSN not working - yipe, so I reconnected and it doesn't work. I find out that it isn't working for a lot of people not only myself. After a long time of trying it still doesn't work and I get more and more annoyed till I start trying with Windows Messenger (that old one that nobody uses) and it works! But I get logged out and it doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did get online with Web Messenger though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/msnnotworkingday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/400/msnnotworkingday.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isn't it weird that Messenger wasn't working yesterday? Did the staff at the server of the Windows/MSN Messenger pay tribute to the 9-11 events by having a moment of unable-to-loginness? Or did it get bombed by terrorists too? Kay, this is a weird lame post and I can't think of anything funny, but bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-115805960443078972?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115805960443078972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115805960443078972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/09/sept-11th-messenger-not-working-day.html' title='Sept. 11th - Messenger Not Working Day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-115783183293536481</id><published>2006-09-10T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:00:27.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come drive with me</title><content type='html'>Guess who got his P-Plate?! THATS RIGHT. I got my P-Plate! WHO GOT HIS P-PLATE? James got his P-Plate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you guys who made fun of me when I couldn't drive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Screw you guys who made fun of me when I got my L and said L stands for loser!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you guys who STILL make fun of me and say P stands for penis!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all's good. Driving is like a permanent-orgasm. It has to be real to feel good, and hell yes, you can't fake it! I don't have to pretend I can drive, or try to avoid answering the 'can you drive' question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL become better at my directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL drive at a safe speed (when I am sober)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL become better at my directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL not get into any accidents *touch wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL not get tickets *touch wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL follow traffic rules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL not follow the previous line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HOPE to learn to drive a plane after I have mastered the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a lift, I will be free from 6pm onwards. Contact me - Offer lasts for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE MONTH ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is to ensure that I can show-off my driving abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, if you need a permanent driver, I'm already taken. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-115783183293536481?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115783183293536481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115783183293536481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-drive-with-me.html' title='come drive with me'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-115783132104842927</id><published>2006-09-10T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:48:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello james</title><content type='html'>Hello. Welcome back to the soul of the defiled one. It doesn't make sense. I haven't been emo in ages, this blog has never been really updated in ages and thus I think I can conclude that my soul is defiled no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been different, college life has been great - I've met so many new people, some who even mean a lot to me. Apart from the people, I've learned a lot of new things, I've changed for the better, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't sing, my directions are still bad, still got a lisp and I probably still suck at football - but thats what makes me, me. Unique in my own way and someone who may not stand out within a crowd or someone who would - but in life, my purpose isn't to be the most popular guy, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-115783132104842927?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115783132104842927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115783132104842927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-james.html' title='hello james'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-115236893140054878</id><published>2006-07-08T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:37:44.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adicolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28186%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28186%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28187%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28187%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stripes in dedication to Brazil - The team that made me lose the most money on in a single game, yet somehow the team that also made me win the most money on overall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Been a little long since the last time I posted. Bored really, of blogging. I don't see much point. But I guess I'll celebrate victory with my new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I buy it? Thanks to all the countries that have helped me win this World Cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictions for the final outcome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Place: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Place: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://www.ihateronaldo.com"&gt;www.ihateronaldo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-115236893140054878?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115236893140054878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/115236893140054878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/07/adicolor.html' title='adicolor'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114569058158029715</id><published>2006-04-22T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:52:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMFest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAMFest: &lt;/span&gt;Shit and Menstruation Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/chowvi/SamFest06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/chowvi/SamFest06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously a crappy event. The best part of it was basically when I went out for a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that the music kept changing genre. There was some kinda screeching noise that kept going on (I THINK it was supposed to represent sirens). The air-conditioning was damn powderful but it was great - except when you left the hall and the outside heat really screwed you up cos of the sudden change of temperature. The Hip-hop/RnB music was badly selected - mainly chick songs. People were shuffling to House music. The Shuffling competition wasn't too bad except the comedy when crappy shufflers would bump into each other (rare actually cos there are actually some great shufflers in Taylors) but in the end I still do not condone shuffling competitions, shuffle for fun - not to be the 'best' if there was ever such a thing? Apart from that,&lt;br /&gt;SAMFest itself was advertised pretty okay except a lot of disorganisation. In the end, even though we didn't enjoy it, I'm sure the class would've made a lot of money from the event (thankfully I only paid RM1 for a drink, ticket was free).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this is my English class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28096%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/400/Image%28096%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore the smile on the Su Zen behind Liyana.. Its fake - no, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28094%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/400/Image%28094%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pahahhaa, romantic couple la those two. Dharmik &lt;3 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28097%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/400/Image%28097%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Figure out who the two players are yourself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114569058158029715?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114569058158029715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114569058158029715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/samfest.html' title='SAMFest'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114553982745674926</id><published>2006-04-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:30:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatess</title><content type='html'>Oh man, been a shitlongnigga period since I posted. Haha. Anyway, one thing I want to post first is how much I want shoes like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/84/36/7596348/23502711641022l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/84/36/7596348/23502711641022l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I don't give a damn that it says Zhen on them, I've reached my limit of not posting this. I want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMFest tommorow, sounds like crap, but I go for Serene. Besides, I got my free tickets. Brought some Rave CDs today for the SAMFest people cos they needed it for their "Shuffling Demo" and they used 'em - Everyone was mad over the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melbourne Shuffler &lt;/span&gt;CD I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates in other things would include my new Cologne I got from my dad. Excellent: Calvin Klein Eternity Summer Ed. Take a look at the photo below for the bottle's beauty - But I still miss my Bvlgari (every girl loved it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28089%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28089%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I guess I should add is how disgusting this was! God! In class today Liyana and Amanda were sitting next to THIS!!! What kinda balding girl left this crap behind (atleast I HOPE its from her head)!? Scared the shit outta me cos I sat RIGHT above it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28093%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28093%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114553982745674926?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114553982745674926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114553982745674926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/updatess.html' title='Updatess'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114446658094559567</id><published>2006-04-08T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:23:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>... Had to be the most fucked up nights ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stressed too much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;evolved into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drank too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evolved into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slept too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evolved into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Didn't come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having problems when I drink...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114446658094559567?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114446658094559567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114446658094559567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night.html' title='Last night...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114387297042351712</id><published>2006-04-01T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:29:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fools Day motherfucker.</title><content type='html'>Peh. Last night had to be the most kick ass shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey _________ u are cool n a very nice person and that is what i like bout u. But sorry  i have to do tihs to u..Just cant resist it. Well check the date today n u'll figure it out. Well if u havent... i have 4 sweet words for u. HAPPY APRIL's FOOL DAY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This SMS message is gay and got a few of us. Fuck you Wilson. Sorry Zhen. Sorry Bazli.  &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/16132647-114387297042351712?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114387297042351712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114387297042351712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-april-fools-day-motherfucker.html' title='Happy April Fools Day motherfucker.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114373265376939671</id><published>2006-03-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:30:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>All I'm saying is Happy Birthday to me. Thanks to all the ones who deserve being thanked. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114373265376939671?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114373265376939671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114373265376939671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114336520424702938</id><published>2006-03-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:29:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eyed Peas. Trully - Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>So, I was surfing around and dropped by Yahoo.Com when I swear I thought I saw something from National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/blackeyedpeasmonkey.jpg" width="400" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" jpg="" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Monkey Business? Seriously, that was their album name right?.. Er.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114336520424702938?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114336520424702938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114336520424702938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-eyed-peas-trully-monkey-business.html' title='Black Eyed Peas. Trully - Monkey Business'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114310708606711681</id><published>2006-03-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:45:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 303px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/52/11602594/25318151243009l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red eye again! My eyes aren't that small..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114310708606711681?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114310708606711681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114310708606711681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-more-pic.html' title='one more pic'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114304785651806571</id><published>2006-03-23T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T01:17:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>I paused today in college. I looked up. There it was, as it seemed to be there every single day ... The closest star that we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning is required. And it begins. So sorry I lingered.  Karma will get everyone back like it got me. It will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114304785651806571?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114304785651806571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114304785651806571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114293957528936333</id><published>2006-03-21T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:15:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spite, grudges and the load.</title><content type='html'>I think that its pretty stupid people can keep grudges against one another. For certain reasons its understandable. But doing things in spite of them is one thing I don't get - Are you trying to show how great you are by giving off that immature impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dislike someone, forget about it. Just leave them alone and keep the hi-bye basis going on because thats just plain common sense. Why make it obvious to someone you dislike them unless its just plain obvious that you're seeking attention? You want them to come up to you and be like "are you angry at me?" because that's not even dislike nor is it going to be a sincere apology (if they even bother giving you one after you acted so bitchy). If you hate someone, okay, don't even bother - just as long as theres a good reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse than this? Its a simple back-and-forth problem. Lets say someone did something to you, do you do something to get them back? No, then why does shit like this happen every day? Can't anyone just act civilised and grow up? The way I see it is, when someone calls you a "backstabbing motherfucking cunt who clearly looks like a monkey" behind someone's back, instead of finding out what the fuck is going on, the so-called 'victim' will just go around saying that guy was a "fucking bitchfaced donkey-smeller".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is hardly any hate around. Nothing but misunderstandings and dislike. There isn't a soul out there who can deny doing one of the above embarassing things because I sure as hell knew I loved to do things in spite of people - just to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. Grow up and stop doing things without thinking, you dumbass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114293957528936333?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114293957528936333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114293957528936333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/spite-grudges-and-load.html' title='Spite, grudges and the load.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114278499738724578</id><published>2006-03-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:33:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiesto.</title><content type='html'>Will post photos soon. Blogspot is kinda the fuckerered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say is, it was a great rave. Laser shows were awesome and I'll explain more about the night with my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28035%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28035%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way! Fucking crowded car. They bullied me cos I'm the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28036%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28036%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously hate candid photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drum Connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28038%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28038%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still Drum Connection.. They were actually pretty good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28044%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28044%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiesto Arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28042%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28042%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28049%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28049%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28052%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28052%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd was mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28056%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28056%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, look, its WENDI ON top of someone! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28063%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28063%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28067%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28067%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28066%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28066%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28069%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28069%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28070%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28070%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above are the laser shows. Great eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28072%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28072%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ends with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic for the last song ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114278499738724578?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114278499738724578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114278499738724578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiesto.html' title='Tiesto.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114242162020109773</id><published>2006-03-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:20:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%28032%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%28032%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114242162020109773?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114242162020109773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114242162020109773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/sexy.html' title='sexy'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114233318222753270</id><published>2006-03-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:46:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk &lt;/span&gt;our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seperate &lt;/span&gt;ways as of today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14th &lt;/span&gt;March 20&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/i/2003/47/9/d/last_farewell___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 461px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/i/2003/47/9/d/last_farewell___.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114233318222753270?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114233318222753270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114233318222753270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/parting.html' title='parting'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114183131742302260</id><published>2006-03-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:23:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs.</title><content type='html'>Why blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs worth reading either contain bitching or something entertaining (like rant or comedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the blogs are just boring cos its people telling the world about their personal lives. Like mine. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but realise and admit that my blog has been one of those boring blogs. Except for an announcement of an event every now and then when I practically orgasm on the spot (uhh.. its a joke, idiots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do people blog about their personal lives? Does the world really wanna hear it? ATLEAST 40% of the posts are just useless words that tell the public what they did. "I went to college.. I ate breakfast.. I went to class.. I had a break..." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut up. &lt;/span&gt;I think its seriously one useless shit of a website, but a place where you can show the world your life and when people read it they can um.. Find out how great your life is? Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless there is something WORTH posting up to show the world REAL entertaiment, your blog is probably a waste of cyber space. A story about how the lecturer scolded you - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring. &lt;/span&gt;A story about how your friend screws a hole in the wall - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny. &lt;/span&gt;Bitching about something that the public would probably agree on such as how pathetically useless Ashlee Simpson is - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entertaining!&lt;/span&gt; Bitching about your assignments - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever, I don't really care what anyones gonna say cos somehow deep down they probably realise how boring their blogs are. I heard another reason people post their blogs up is to post pictures of themselves - Daymn, I won't even get into that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, from now on, Defiled Minds shalt only be MEANINGFUL posts. It's not a farking diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words of wisdom are brought to you by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talk.google.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.google.com/talk/images/talk_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This program rocks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyone who has been personally affected by this message... Er, well.. Thats not my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I miss you Amy. I miss you Zim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114183131742302260?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114183131742302260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114183131742302260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogs.html' title='Blogs.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114129510000830735</id><published>2006-03-02T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:28:17.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Ashlee Simpson</title><content type='html'>Don't y'all just LOVE her song L-O-V-E? Oh my, the lyrics are so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Did you hear me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;br /&gt;Im talkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O,L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;L,O,L,O,L,O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, fine I found the lyrics just so I could make fun of this shitty song. The lyrics are about this girl whose boyfriend isn't picking up the phone and ain't calling her back. So, fine, what the fuck does that have to do with a stupid L-O-V-E shit. It sounds like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ello! Ello! Ello! Wee wee!". &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, apart from that, her video is so fucked up. She throws her phone into the toilet? Aight, we know you're a rich piece of shit (don't ask me..), doesn't mean you show the whole world you can toss your phone like that. She goes around sticking her hideous face out of the sunroof and acts like she just popped with beer swaying her head left and right. She then reaches a part and dances with the ugliest guys but the hottest girls. Honestly, I think its really stupid that she's placed in her video with hot girls, shes ugly already, why make her stand out so much? Apart from that, she dances with a stick (which pops outta nowhere) and wears clothes fit for a man - a gay man. Did I mention Ashlee has blonde hair? Well, yeah, in the 'wee wee' video she looks like a farkin ghost (with a black stick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson is ugly as fuck. She can't dance - she can't sing (she sounds like an even gayer version of Aaron Carter) and she can't even act like a normal human in her video. First she tried to show the world she was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rocker chick,&lt;/span&gt; now a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;party chick&lt;/span&gt;? Heck, I don't even know what genre her music is now - pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pop? She looks like her nose was enlarged purposely through plastic surgery and her perma-eyeshadow + blonde hair just gives her the britney-wannabe image. But that perma-eyeshadow kinda freaks me out because it stands out way too much than it should (now she's trying to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goth chick?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Ashlee, all the talent went to your sister. All the looks went to your sister. You're famous cos of your ugly face, bad voice, wannabe-style and your sister's fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://musicmedia.ign.com/music/image/article/658/658312/ashlee-simpson-20051013053935499-000-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://musicmedia.ign.com/music/image/article/658/658312/ashlee-simpson-20051013053935499-000-000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"ELLO ELLO ELLO! WEE WEE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114129510000830735?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114129510000830735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114129510000830735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/tribute-to-ashlee-simpson.html' title='Tribute to Ashlee Simpson'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114112226627921987</id><published>2006-02-28T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:36:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DI.fm</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the best shit in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.di.fm"&gt;www.di.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online streaming trance/house/etc. music. Legal and plays great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Posting later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114112226627921987?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114112226627921987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114112226627921987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/difm.html' title='DI.fm'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114096258691739823</id><published>2006-02-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:03:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to quitted the smoking</title><content type='html'>Ya. Starting now I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't buy cigarettes. &lt;/span&gt;If I do really want, I'll ask from people. Thus hopefully they will get so annoyed with me asking that they'll stop giving. Hope tihs works. I'm quitting for myself, for my family, for my friends and for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been utter boredom lately. Yeesh, really can't take it. Hope to get back to college tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Wen Di for NOT PICKING UP YOUR CALL. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all I have to say. Seriously, I haven't done anything worth talking about. Yesterday I went Hartamas with some people.. HELP people + Andre and it was okay, thank god the company was good. Otherwise, I'd be sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114096258691739823?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114096258691739823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114096258691739823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-going-to-quitted-smoking.html' title='I am going to quitted the smoking'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114081337962958556</id><published>2006-02-25T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T04:36:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Say...</title><content type='html'>Drama still revolves in my life. And it comes from a source.. I hate to say it, I don't want to rid myself of this source, but it just keeps coming. Thought it was over already. My 6-month holiday lead me to having a pretty bad reputation back at school. But I'm just gonna keep chilling cos there isn't a point anymore... I tried to redeem myself, and no one cared - Besides.. A life of no regrets ain't a life at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114081337962958556?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114081337962958556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114081337962958556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to Say...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114068884634560168</id><published>2006-02-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:00:46.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerials</title><content type='html'>Today was as every other day was with the exception that there was a Maths test that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead hard.&lt;/span&gt; Not as hard as Spec, but still hard. Foosball today was fun. Played Bins+Shermaine, with my trusty Sidekick, Melissa and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we wonnn. &lt;/span&gt;Then we played them again and I think they beat us, T_T. Kudos to Binson's on day. After college, about 4pm, me and Yuvern were trying to aerial on a Torpedo table - apparently its easier. We then wasted the balls shooting with Aerials. He won.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - 1&lt;/span&gt;. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an open house tommorow so all my plans are cancelled. Saturday there's a party I'm invited to by Khai Ling - Amanda's school friend and I hope to go. Haven't seen Amanda in a whileee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more weeks and I have break! One fucking week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans thta could happen on the week of break:&lt;br /&gt;- 18th: Pit Party 06&lt;br /&gt;- ??th: Genting Trip with Classmates&lt;br /&gt;- ??th: Visit GIS. See some teachers, see some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it sofar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114068884634560168?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114068884634560168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114068884634560168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/aerials.html' title='Aerials'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114060292743711660</id><published>2006-02-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:08:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of college.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, college life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish I stayed in Subang. Class is great though, slack a little here and there but I think I'm doing alright. Best part of class is lack of strictness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/camwhoring03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/camwhoring03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stoning in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/DSC01411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/DSC01411.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates.. Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/DSC01412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/DSC01412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/rofl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/rofl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Zim for teaching me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'volcano-effect'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114060292743711660?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114060292743711660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114060292743711660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-of-college.html' title='The beauty of college.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114052346278374986</id><published>2006-02-21T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:46:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Lots of shit has happened between the 2nd of February and today (21st). Phone business; met a ton of new people from college; learned to pull - decided  to not use pull; got a new number - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSTPAID bitch!; &lt;/span&gt;met people outside of college; went through a bit of drama on Valentines; had good days and bad days; designed some Yearbook covers; attended classes much more often... Thats about it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope no more drama comes. That was the reason I removed the blog in the first place.  Aih, I'm thinking of growing and bleaching+colouring my hair.. No, not fuckin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeng &lt;/span&gt;shit.. More on the messy side, a bit like Bazli's, only not so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gayly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;extreme. JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, Tiesto is coming. Wait, bigger font... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bold.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIESTO IS COMING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, to Malaysia. What a way to start the year. Renault Pit Party @ KLIA Limo Shuttle - 18th March 2006. I'm not that a big of a fan of Tiesto, but he's a much more preferable DJ than a lot of others. Hope it doesn't get cancelled like Yoji, that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clept.net/uploads/forums/pitt2-star-press-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px;" src="http://clept.net/uploads/forums/pitt2-star-press-ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/16132647-114052346278374986?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114052346278374986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114052346278374986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-114052272078478213</id><published>2006-02-21T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:52:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen. The boredom has hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Defiledminds &lt;/span&gt;is once again alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feb 21 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-114052272078478213?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114052272078478213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/114052272078478213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113887194094732928</id><published>2006-02-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:19:00.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal-ass-ca...</title><content type='html'>Oh god, I just HAD to come back down to Malacca. Uncle's openhouse. Sucks. I won like RM10 playing RM1 each round of blackjack :D Oh god, can't wait for Shirs tommorow. Finally get to play Inbetween. Kenny + Bazli you guys suck for not being able to make the party. PFT. FAGS. But atleast Bazli said he might if he can, you, Kenny, go ipoh for what... Beat me at foos now damn lansi la. Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College approaches and my studies are slacking as always. I'm trying my best to revise but its not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. So bored. B-O-R-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z z z z z z z z . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113887194094732928?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113887194094732928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113887194094732928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/02/mal-ass-ca.html' title='Mal-ass-ca...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113861040879538974</id><published>2006-01-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:40:12.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Damn, next year I have got to record the amount of money I bring to Melaka. I think I've won but I'm not too sure how much I have won in gambling. Cheap shits in Melaka mann!!! Amanda was right, they're all cheap bastards! Melakans = Cheap! WAIT, then again, my 19-year-old cousin from KL has blackjack rules &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"RM1 minimum, RM2 maximum bet"&lt;/span&gt; - THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ang Pow-wise: Roughly RM600 or less. Not enough... I need around RM400-500 for my party from Ang Pows. Cos as I've planned, I'm going to get about RM400-500 from my parents to fund my party 'dinner' too. TJen withdrawing whatever is left to make it an even RM1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back to Kuala Lumpur, and this Friday is Sher's kickass party. Looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!! &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/16132647-113861040879538974?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113861040879538974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113861040879538974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113846350404101046</id><published>2006-01-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:02:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Wowwww. More people read my blog then I thought. The amount of discussion about me I heard behind my back is intense because of the last message. Kids lah. Grow the hell up. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dramatic post and the world goes crazy. Ah well. Moving on, CONGRATULATIONS SHAWN LIAM YOU FAGGOT FOR BEING IN THE ADVERTISEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blog: &lt;a href="http://www.trickflip.net"&gt;www.trickflip.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His advertisement: &lt;a href="http://www.panducermat.org.my/mly/cny/index.php"&gt;http://www.panducermat.org.my/mly/cny/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;PS: Yeah, forget about everything... I'm done with all the drama. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living life for the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;now. Everyone I know said I sunk to your level. Ouch. So sorry Colin for saying all those things. I take it back, I know you well enough to say that you aren't the person I insulted you as. But whatever it is,  sometimes you gotta think about things and seriously ask yourself if you're being fair to me. Heck, if you're being fair the the person you hate the most in your life. Do you really be a dick to them? That's NEVER been your way of thinking when I knew you... What happened to you? Friends influenced you and made you stuck-up? Oh well. I'm gonna let this go, and forget about it, you won't get anymore attention from me cos it's all over... Think about it yourself and ask yourself whose really being immature... Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113846350404101046?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113846350404101046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113846350404101046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113835423841191383</id><published>2006-01-27T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:36:06.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahai.</title><content type='html'>Fucking the immature la. Wei, grow up, cannot tahan a bit also, not like I'm going to be touching you or even close to you. Big deal lah, history is history its not like I even want to be your friend. Grow up a bit please.  Don't get why its so hard for you, like the end of the world? Live your life properly, reality is reality - Shit happens and you're going to have to face it. Quit running away from your shit. I try and be nice to you and you lansi my ass. Its not like I'm even doing anything to fuck you over, not bitching not even talking about you yet still want to be so immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damnit, if I have the wrong story then fine, I'l ltake back all this. However, the story I have right now just puts you in the position of a 13 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots more shit to say but I won't. Fact is, you can't even forget a bit of shit and that just shows how fucked up you're going to take things in the future. You don't know shit, don't even know what happened so quit hating me you childish shit. Half the world knows the truth and you fail to believe it - I wasn't even in the wrong in any way. Not my problem at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113835423841191383?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113835423841191383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113835423841191383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/mahai.html' title='Mahai.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113820920010994072</id><published>2006-01-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:13:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fork?</title><content type='html'>Everyone is getting closer to everyone. I'm distancing from everyone I used to be close with except for the ones still around me. Time changes everything, some for the better, some for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nomore EMONESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home late again and I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/wtf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/wtf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why? Because my lungs were fucking tight. I don't know, they hurt like mad. The pain was killing me so badly I was tearing already. After 2 or 3 breathes I started to feel much better. Anyone who has a serious knowledge on whats wrong please post on my chatterbox. Any jokes about this are totally not welcomed at the moment, thanks. If I have to quit smoking I will, I just thought that such a tihng wouldn't happen so fast... If smoking was to blame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113820920010994072?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113820920010994072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113820920010994072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-fork.html' title='What the fork?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113811554414557268</id><published>2006-01-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:12:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want that.</title><content type='html'>I want the new Foosball.com.my shirt. Its the collar one. :( RM49.90. Sigh, fucking hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113811554414557268?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113811554414557268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113811554414557268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-that.html' title='I want that.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113782216978534081</id><published>2006-01-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:45:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiresome Week.</title><content type='html'>A week of tons of work yet tons of fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't make student council...&lt;/span&gt; Oh my, what a surprise. Peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool people in college I've met now, and it only gets better. Nice to know I'll be having a great year here. Classmates are pretty nice people yet still I won't be able to mix with all of them - just the ones I'm already amongst cos they're the funniest people ever. Liyana, Vince, Dharmik, Dinesh, Bala, Shawn, Amanda, Ryan, and sometimes even Julian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, apart from social life, the studying is becoming a bitch. For IT Studies I got a fucking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.5/13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and you want to know why? Because the teacher hates me. Just cos I've been late for class doesn't mean a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEGE LECTURER &lt;/span&gt;becomes bias in her marking. I compared my answers with my friends and I swear to god apart from a few non-key words, the same idea was presented. And that guy got 3 marks for the question while I got 0.5 marks for it. Damn you Zim, I know you're going to mock me. What a fucked-up teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, got my Compaq (yeah yeah) laptop! Its awesome. Sofar its an average laptop, nothing too highend but its still pretty good. Loving it, it doesn't LOPS!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Hartamas last night (Friday) and saw a ton of people I haven't seen for a while. A lot of awkwardness but things were alright in the end cos I had fun. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KUDOS TO AMY FOR IMPROVING HER SNAKE LIKE MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then Binson followed me home and stayed over. One of the WORST stay-overs I think I've ever had, why? Because we were both fucking TIRED and we were pretty much falling asleep before we did anything. One DotA match and a bit of Splinter Cell but thats all Binson could take - Fucker slept at 4am on Thursday night. Dick. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Andre looks like Tom Welling&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/16132647-113782216978534081?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113782216978534081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113782216978534081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/tiresome-week.html' title='Tiresome Week.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113758845585578213</id><published>2006-01-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:51:12.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better post.</title><content type='html'>Okay better post to push the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lame post &lt;/span&gt;down. Today was like all other days except well, I had student council thing. Didn't go extremely well, but atleast I know I have 5 votes already. Sucks, 30 people signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, whatever, heres something I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://f4nt0m.doubleukay.com/bangballs.gif"&gt;Click HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I don't really like blogging.. Too busy. College is fun, but theres a LOT of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113758845585578213?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113758845585578213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113758845585578213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-post.html' title='Better post.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113734252643838934</id><published>2006-01-16T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:28:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I need a motto! For my 'campaign'. I don't even know why I'm running for student council. Well, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;things I'm doing this for is a) the carpark and b) the good shit I get after I graduate. More of (b) obviously since I don't even drive yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats my motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vote for me,&lt;br /&gt;and I will drink your pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your president,&lt;br /&gt;and on campus, you can sleep in a Tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cool!&lt;br /&gt;Vote for me and wipe the drool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, stupid shit... I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;go shoot myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113734252643838934?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113734252643838934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113734252643838934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113716251630445270</id><published>2006-01-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:09:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College.</title><content type='html'>College ain't that bad. I'll list the cons and the pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+ New friends.&lt;br /&gt;+ More Foosball.&lt;br /&gt;+ Its just nice to be given more trust. Or well, the ability to skip class anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;+ Ability to wear any clothes. No more uniform.&lt;br /&gt;+ Interesting to explore a new campus.&lt;br /&gt;+ Fun as hell sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;+ I do ESL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- Not many old friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Tons of work.&lt;br /&gt;- Tons of walking up and down the building.&lt;br /&gt;- Classes are either too fucking cold or too fucking hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boring as hell sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;- I do Moral Studies.&lt;br /&gt;- So little free time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really say much more. I'm sure theres tons more on both parts but, time will bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm ...&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:280%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:280%;"  &gt;&lt;marquee&gt;RUNNING&lt;br /&gt;FOR&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;COUNCIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113716251630445270?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113716251630445270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113716251630445270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/college.html' title='College.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113688565565973176</id><published>2006-01-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:34:15.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH man</title><content type='html'>I've been having a terrible day - Pathetic. Dying of this sickness and no one to talk to.. Thank god I feel so much better now - I think the fever is passing and the cold too. Haven't blogged in a while because I don't see any use anymore. I used to blog because I had nothing else to do... Right now, I have too many other things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113688565565973176?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113688565565973176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113688565565973176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-man.html' title='OH man'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113662936763276123</id><published>2006-01-07T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:22:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>So sick... Not in the mood to do anything today. Just want to rest. I have to do my assignments later I guess. Just blogged for fun. Not that fun after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113662936763276123?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113662936763276123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113662936763276123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113647956040765544</id><published>2006-01-06T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:46:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.... Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... The brain says no, the heart says yes...&lt;br /&gt;... The pain says no, the love says yes...&lt;br /&gt;... The reminders say no, the memories say yes...&lt;br /&gt;... The friends say no, the friends say yes...&lt;br /&gt;... The world says no. We say yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... I say yes. She says yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yes or no......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113647956040765544?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113647956040765544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113647956040765544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/ugh.html' title='.... Ugh.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113640333699932018</id><published>2006-01-05T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T03:35:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of college</title><content type='html'>Not bad, I have now got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;friend in Taylors SAMs. Liyana. Oh and I met this other guy named Vince whose pretty nice. Orientation was one helluva boring shit. Seriously, they bring us into a hall and make us listen to them talk about how AMAZING Taylors is - What the fuck? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We ALREADY CHOSE TAYLORS! &lt;/span&gt;Why the HELL are you telling us how good it is anymore? You could tell us that the facilities are like public toilets because we're practically STUCK with you.&lt;br /&gt; All in all, I think the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt; part of that speech was when this guy was explaining about a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrabble Team! &lt;/span&gt;Wow man, when he told us that only ONE SAM student entered last year I had to supress a ton of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I'm doing ESL? English Second Language... Yeah man, its because apparently not enough people were taking English Studies thus Taylors decided to be geniuses and just cancel that subject and chuck those people into ESL. Oh well, thats minus one subject to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule sucks - I end at 4pm every day. Thats got to be a bitch. Thank god Binson was around today, maybe I'm antisocial and maybe I'm not but fact of the matter is that on the first day, its going to be one hard time getting to know everyone and making friends with the right people. Speaking of which, my class (or basically the other people under the same mentor as me) are seriously full of.... Smart-looking people. Er, maybe not the kind of people I might mix around with, NO I'm not saying all you other guys are dumbasses or whatever, but these guys don't exactly look like the kind that... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt; - THERE! It didn't sound offensive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30am and I'm blogging. Woke up because I fell asleep earlier. I'll go exercise or something and then read a book to sleep. Nnnnnniiiiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113640333699932018?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113640333699932018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113640333699932018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-day-of-college.html' title='First day of college'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113636730466837414</id><published>2006-01-04T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:35:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiral</title><content type='html'>My life is like a spiral... It's nothing consistant cos things change by the day. I hate how it happens like this sometimes because most of the things that happen are bad. Bad things happen to me and I'm not saying I'm the only one it happens to - but I hardly ever bring them upon myself and thats what sucks. My world is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img492.imageshack.us/img492/5528/me4jh.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113636730466837414?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113636730466837414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113636730466837414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/spiral.html' title='Spiral'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113621906562004855</id><published>2006-01-03T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:24:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory</title><content type='html'>Heres a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foosball  &lt;/span&gt;- ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DotA &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work &lt;/span&gt;) = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. For this year I say all foosball. No work, no DotA! Waitt... But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls &lt;/span&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foosball &lt;/span&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work &lt;/span&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DotA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foosball &lt;/span&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls &lt;/span&gt;&gt; Work &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DotA &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Foosball&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work. Back to college. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113621906562004855?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113621906562004855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113621906562004855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/theory.html' title='Theory'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113621064307220234</id><published>2006-01-02T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:04:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lew de dew.</title><content type='html'>WOW! Had an AWESOME day :D Foosing again. Thank you AsiaClub. You're going to be my new second home.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. I think I wanna go buy a new school bag tommorow.  BB, Battleships&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113621064307220234?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113621064307220234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113621064307220234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/lew-de-dew.html' title='Lew de dew.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113609007770396908</id><published>2006-01-01T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:34:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emodrama part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ce que je veux a toujours été vous.  Que vous me croyiez ou pas.  La vie où j'ai eue - 3 jours - sans vous a été enfer.  Vous êtes spécial et je ne puis pas simplement ignorer ce que vous avez fait comme je faisais avec Rust.  J'ai voulu que vous fussiez bien dans ma vie, j'ai voulu vous pardonner.  Si je ne pourrais pas pardonner ce trop dur serait des amis de toute façon parce que je vous ai aimé trop.  Je suis désolé que tous les deux nous réalisent des choses trop tard.  Ne me croient pas quand je dis je t'aime?  Vous pas  devez, me laissez vous prouvez.  Je veux que ceci fonctionne...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't, then I'll take my time apart. I just don't want to miss the chance that I'll always regret missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113609007770396908?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113609007770396908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113609007770396908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2006/01/emodrama-part-two.html' title='Emodrama part two'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113592020008631982</id><published>2005-12-30T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:23:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emodrama</title><content type='html'>My life has been so dramatic for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the drama. I loved the company. But now I have to let that company go for a while atleast, some of it. Hate my choice, but got to stick with it. I want to forgive, forget and move on but it obviously didn't work. Just had to pause for a moment and think back on the 28th and remember the bullshit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I walked in on. &lt;/span&gt;A good friendship was to become and before it even started shit like this had to happen. I want the outcome of all this to work out for everyone - Don't forget your new year resolutions -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your promises; your decisions; your plans; your aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without the four things above, you can only live your life blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113592020008631982?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113592020008631982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113592020008631982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/emodrama.html' title='Emodrama'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113585880851820994</id><published>2005-12-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:44:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation of Facts.</title><content type='html'>A simple thing I hope I change about myself is that I listen to my friends more.. They're the ones who stick with me for much longer than anything else besides family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the people I've brushed off when they've told me something I didn't want to believe.  I trusted too much, and everyone does. It's hard to change but I will... This 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night that started out with hell and pain lead me over to Malcolm's house. Thank you dude for being here for me. It was really selfless of you and I owe you a lot. A night of insomnia and a morning of boredom. Then an afternoon of meeting Susanne (?) haha, and watching 'Cheaper by the Dozen II' - A day of getting over a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not being immature about anything, really, I'm trying to forget about all this in the least harsh way I can. In a way I hope no one can talk shit about me - cos I'm in a lot right now and I don't want more coming this way please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad ending for 2005. But it was a good year -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shermaine; Wen Di; Amy &lt;/span&gt;for everything - You guys mean tons to me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I could've got to know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;a little better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rust&lt;/span&gt;, and a backhand slap is a bitchslap (ask Vince).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre &lt;/span&gt;for having to make you wait so long last night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li &lt;/span&gt;for storming off last night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shyam&lt;/span&gt; that it was your first impression and meeting of her.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;for atleast showing me that you still care.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Binson&lt;/span&gt; for being a great person to talk to and wise at very rare times :P.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malcolm &lt;/span&gt;you have done so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;for helping me too.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zim &lt;/span&gt;for finally talking to me again (avoiding everyone MEH?!).&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miki &lt;/span&gt;for being here for me despite the crap we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colin &lt;/span&gt;for what has happened - Just know that I regret tons.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jhin &lt;/span&gt;for always being cool with everything and sorry for not being able to come&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;whose been here for me in that little way of support: Lang; Kit; Everyone - Can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy new year people - I know I'll try my best. =) Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113585880851820994?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113585880851820994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113585880851820994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/realisation-of-facts.html' title='Realisation of Facts.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113568717659291328</id><published>2005-12-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:45:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time to be jolly?</title><content type='html'>Jolly my ass, shit is happening all over the place. Santa can go eat Reindeer shit. However, I do know how to cheer some people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these awesome photos I found in my computer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2808%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Science Class -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maths Class -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2816%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2811%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bomb scares -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2815%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The PE Classes (Zoom in, yes, it's Zim) -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2821%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Staying-Back-After-School - Hi Binson! -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2816%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2816%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Library -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2832%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2832%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The camps -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how could I have forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The WILD parties!! -^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheer up, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113568717659291328?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113568717659291328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113568717659291328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-to-be-jolly.html' title='The time to be jolly?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113552600870100956</id><published>2005-12-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:00:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life?</title><content type='html'>I'm not suicidal&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not goth&lt;br /&gt;- - I'm not pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life is collapsing, one bit at a time. All because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to disappear from this life. A break or something. But I guess that can't be done.. Just got to fight on for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh by the wayyy... Merry Christmas all. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113552600870100956?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113552600870100956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113552600870100956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life.html' title='My life?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113526873785126723</id><published>2005-12-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:25:37.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth?</title><content type='html'>The truth is I really liked Amanda. A lot. Theres no question.. And yes, we did have an awesome time and we still are having a great time - just much less intimate =) So there it is. It was a mutual agreement and I'm glad things are working out well sofar. No regrets. I felt loved and I'm sure she did for a period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me, you've done so much for me and I'm sorry for the stuff I did but atleast we can be friends. We had way great memories and I hope you won't forget them. The rumours and stories that went around about us never really mattered, did they? You're such a real person - I guess only you might be able to understand what I mean by that. I really do hope the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time will come...  =)&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/16132647-113526873785126723?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113526873785126723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113526873785126723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/truth.html' title='The truth?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113524817802007386</id><published>2005-12-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:08:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GGNORE.</title><content type='html'>Sigh, my holidays are over and I'll never have this awesome 6 month break for ages - or maybe even ever. Went by fast. Looking back, so many crazy events (good and bad) have occured. Ahh.. 6 months ago I was a GISian, pure GISian and still a school boy, graduating from school with ideas of how I saw life and what my priorities were. Right now, I think I've matured a ton..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how I see life now. Some things are still unclear but I know it'll all be clear in due time. All I'm saying is that these have been the best 6 months of my life. I've met so many new people and come to realisation of many things that have changed my thinking towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I disappointed that my holiday is over? No, not really and I'm not sick of them either - I just think its time for me to move on from slacking. I've enrolled into Taylors and start on January 4th 2006. Wow, 2006 already... Life passes fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't revolve around me like it used to. I don't care what people think or what they do - I'm me and if it can't be dealt with then just leave me alone. 6 months ago, I'd never have thought these things. So, these 6 months have basically edged me 2 years in advance to =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;Dana&lt;br /&gt;Wen Di&lt;br /&gt;MJ&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice of you guys to walk into my life =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113524817802007386?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113524817802007386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113524817802007386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/ggnore.html' title='GGNORE.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113509686544459162</id><published>2005-12-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:57:17.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1.Color of most clothes you own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Red, Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2.Number of pillows you sleep with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3.What room are you in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*In my Bed room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4.What were you doing 12AM last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*On the phone with Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5.How old will you be ten years from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6.What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Hopefully married with someone I'm happy with - just a typical life. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7.Do you have braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Never did =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8.Are you paranoid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I can be extremely paranoid at times.. About the right things mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9.Describe your wallet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Brown, suede. Tropicana Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10.Your alarm clock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*HUGE clock with HUGE numbers that has a crazy LOUD alarm tone. My phone is my other alarm - the most reliable one =) I'd never smash my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11.Your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Is probably the coolest hair in the world. Errr, love to do my hair, seems like the only thing on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;appearance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can physically change. Not counting clothes. Yeah yeah, clal me vain, faggots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12.Tooth brush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Green and white... Random question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13.What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Light Brown - so light that I ALWAYS get red eyes when theres a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;14.First enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Don't remember... Was a very.. er, HAPPY child when I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15.First play/musical/performance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I'm afraid it was probably some stupid magic show in Genting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16.Last movie seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I'm afraid I don't really watch movies... Thus I think the last time I watched a movie was Narnia - That was a longgggg time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17.Last person you yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Probably my parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18.Last crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;19.Last shoes worn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*My Ah Beng Total 90 Futsal shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;20.Last ice cream eaten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;21.Last thing written by hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*"CLEAN UP ROOM, YOU IDIOT" - reminder. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;22.Last time wanting to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*The last time I had a fight with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;23. When was the last time went out @ night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24. What were you doing last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*On the phone with Amanda. This question was above wasn't it? The 12AM one? Unless it means the last time I went out - Foosball with Jhin. Tagged along by Daryl the dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;25. Why do you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Because if I don't even like myself then how can I even expect or want others to? Confidence is always the first step to anything in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;26. What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Enroll into college; Buy forton grips; Pick up my bro from the airport =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;27. What was the last thing you won?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I ain't a winner. Hardly win... Oh, I remember! CARNIVAL! I won Amy a FAN and a BOARDGAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;28. When was the last time you got angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Surprisingly, a long time ago... Angry at myself - for uncomprehendable stupid actions I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;29. What was the last song you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Maybe I`m Amazed by Jem on Amanda's blog. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;30. When was the last time you entered a club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Dunno. Don't remember.. I've been to KLGCC!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;31. what is it about the opposite $ex (physically)that gets you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*The face. The eyes in particular. And obviously not an unproportional physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;32. what n who are the things that you cannot live without everyday (besides water and oxygen)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*My brother. My parents. My computer (bleh).......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My comb (JUST KIDDING :P:P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;33. current music that's playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Andy Maurer - Cultural Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;34. can you list THREE things that are taking up space on your table?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Bvlgari Aqva Cologne; A green box Amanda gave me; Jar of Beer Bottle caps collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;35. What do you want to do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now... &lt;/span&gt;SHOWER - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommorow... &lt;/span&gt;See my bro - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the near future... &lt;/span&gt;Go to college :) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the far future... &lt;/span&gt;Die a peaceful death surrounded by my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;36. what's the colour of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*White. A lot of wood texture around the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;37. what's the first thing you ate this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Nothing - But I ate at that Little Penang Village or whatever in MV and Fung bought me Curry Noodle (THANKS FUNG =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;38. what shampoo do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;39. how many people do you have on yourmyspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*myspace is for losers who eat horse dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;40. what's that one music album you never got over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Er. The ones I never bought..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;41.favourite day of the week? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Everyday. Sorry, I enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;42. did you do anything stupid in the past 24hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*WELL, hmmm... Just now I said "screw zim" online when he was there too, oops. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;43. if you could change your name,what would itbe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Ryan. Sounds hotter than James - James is a fucking Driver's name in Britain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home James!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No seriously.. JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE DAMN COMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGNORE - I tag Zim and Rusty but I think Rustys not here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113509686544459162?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113509686544459162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113509686544459162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113500926148311312</id><published>2005-12-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:21:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, people!</title><content type='html'>Haha, was great to see Jhin; Shyam and Liwen again! Awesome. Dawn's back too and its been great talking to her! Too bad Josh is going off so fast. Not much to say, just that it was REALLY nice to see Jhin play foos again - Gave me back my er.. Whats the word? It kind of encouraged me to play! Aura!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quit smoking.&lt;/span&gt; Yea, I had two today because I didn't want to waste the last pack I had, but no, I threw it all away and I'm pretty 100% sure - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quit.&lt;/span&gt; Don't wanna waste any more money on cigarettes. Hope I can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes been okay, pretty low on cash nowadays - My old stash of RM1000 has now depleted to RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113500926148311312?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113500926148311312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113500926148311312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/welcome-back-people.html' title='Welcome back, people!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113423225689435967</id><published>2005-12-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:30:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense of the Narnia Ancients (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1192/798/1600/Narnia%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1192/798/1600/Narnia%20poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this movie ROCKED. But there has got to be the MOST tie-ins with DotA in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The White Witch = IMBAA &lt;strong&gt;maiden i&lt;/strong&gt;mba becos of bugged dota version can perma-frostbite sentinels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr. Tumnus = n00b &lt;strong&gt;sa &lt;/strong&gt;nvr learn invis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aslan = bonus stats &lt;strong&gt;lion &lt;/strong&gt;rofl.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oreius = n00b &lt;strong&gt;centaur &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;explained&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lucy = &lt;strong&gt;chicken &lt;/strong&gt;carry many flask of sapphire water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Susan = sohai &lt;strong&gt;drow &lt;/strong&gt;shoot 2 arrow in whole game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peter = &lt;strong&gt;omniknight &lt;/strong&gt;*who holds his sword funny*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Edmund = just pure pussy n00b feeder &lt;strong&gt;edmund&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chicken &lt;/strong&gt;find warddrobe. &lt;strong&gt;sa&lt;/strong&gt; meet &lt;strong&gt;chicken&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;chicken &lt;/strong&gt;laugh at &lt;strong&gt;sa &lt;/strong&gt;because &lt;strong&gt;sa &lt;/strong&gt;never learn invis. &lt;strong&gt;omniknight / drow / edmund &lt;/strong&gt;sohais still never pick hero&lt;strong&gt;. edmund&lt;/strong&gt; met traitor &lt;strong&gt;maiden&lt;/strong&gt; and she make &lt;strong&gt;edmund &lt;/strong&gt;join bad guy side.&lt;strong&gt; sa&lt;/strong&gt; got perma-frostbitten by &lt;strong&gt;maiden &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;wtf&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;finally &lt;strong&gt;omniknight&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;drow &lt;/strong&gt;join game and so the party was formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotaportal.com/images/heroes/Harf.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotaportal.com/images/heroes/Nbrn.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotaportal.com/images/items/BTNCritterChicken.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/n00b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lycan&lt;/strong&gt; help send wolf for &lt;strong&gt;maiden &lt;/strong&gt;but he never show his face whole game - i suspect he n00b train on neutrals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after a series of events...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after &lt;strong&gt;omni &lt;/strong&gt;fall down (the n00b never learn heal), &lt;strong&gt;centaur &lt;/strong&gt;try and save him so he switch on MoM and run to &lt;strong&gt;maiden &lt;/strong&gt;and he try to suicide with double edge cos he is sohai never buy blinkdagger - too bad he forgot about delay dmg when using double edge.  &lt;strong&gt;lion &lt;/strong&gt;had double aegis bug, n00b &lt;strong&gt;maiden &lt;/strong&gt;never see inventory when she try to kill. &lt;strong&gt;lion &lt;/strong&gt;respawn same spot so &lt;strong&gt;chicken &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;drow &lt;/strong&gt;arrive to help. they BACKDOOR scourge side and un-bug frostbite teammates. &lt;strong&gt;sa &lt;/strong&gt;finally unfrostbite but underlevelled so he just play with &lt;strong&gt;chicken. maiden&lt;/strong&gt; almost kill &lt;strong&gt;omniknight&lt;/strong&gt; but saved by &lt;strong&gt;lion&lt;/strong&gt; who impale her backside. ggnore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Theres much more but I'm lazy to type it. Lousy cousin's computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113423225689435967?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113423225689435967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113423225689435967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/defense-of-narnia-ancients.html' title='Defense of the Narnia Ancients (?)'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113422482334305021</id><published>2005-12-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:27:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Why haven't I posted in a long time? Because my computer is totally absofuckingly screwed up. I swear, I can't do shit to fix it up. It's like a an elder - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's dying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;After reformatting and re-installing Windows XP, its STILL fucked up. Lately, I've been having a normal life while my parents have been away - Had a blast for my get-together that was on Monday. I've been foosing quite a lot and the problem is my style changes everyday depending on which shots/passes are on-form for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113422482334305021?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113422482334305021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113422482334305021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113360469505850587</id><published>2005-12-03T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:11:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Design</title><content type='html'>Well, a brand new make over for my blog. Hope its good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a little get-together on Monday. But a lot of people can't go.. Sigh! Not sure lah.. have to ask around a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113360469505850587?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113360469505850587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113360469505850587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-design.html' title='New Design'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113336560903857249</id><published>2005-11-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:46:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye ..</title><content type='html'>I haven't really mentioned this yet, but rememnber time when I was pissed at my parents for randomly saying I was going to Aus with them? Well, things have changed thanks to my bro and my Mum. They've changed my Dad's mind and I'm glad to be staying here. I'm not sure how long I get to be captain of the fort but I will ensure I take every ounce of advantage of the situation this time!!! HEHE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to show all of you my geek powers for this paragraph. For the past 2 days, I've been DotAing non-stop. For what? I don't know but I've just been addicted and wanting to play more. Panda's been gettin' pretty angry at me for losing concentration talking to her... :D Maybe this is also the reason why I'm tiring so easily. Me and Andre have joined JPDx a.k.a. Jabatan Pendidikan DotA Extreme. We're having fun and I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats why we've been playing so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending time at home and I plan to spend more at home this week, to ensure my parents think of me as a good little boy until they leave - Hehe. So, until then, I'm gonna be living a cyberlife of DotA, SIGHHH, I need college......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you too, Andre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113336560903857249?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113336560903857249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113336560903857249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye ..'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113328545350555925</id><published>2005-11-30T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:34:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://f4nt0m.doubleukay.com/Timeline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f4nt0m.doubleukay.com/magazine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113328545350555925?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113328545350555925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113328545350555925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/rofl.html' title='ROFL'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113328215168389873</id><published>2005-11-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:35:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing Days</title><content type='html'>Why? I don't know. People around me are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitching about other people, &lt;/span&gt;who in turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch about others. &lt;/span&gt;Am I the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only one &lt;/span&gt;left in this world not bitching? Seriously, drama is flooding my world and I'm afraid to fall into it too. Skies have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark. &lt;/span&gt;I've been tiring easily. It's 12.30 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;Omg. My life is spiraling into a hole of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are angry. I've seen the bad side of a lot of people lately. Some so bad that they hide themselves from me at first sight for reasons I can only question - Guilt for the wrongs they've done? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on this last piece of land, I stand, I float... With a smile on my face. Along with me I hold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;- probably the only thing that keeps me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113328215168389873?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113328215168389873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113328215168389873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/depressing-days.html' title='Depressing Days'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113318378759628006</id><published>2005-11-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:16:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 26th - In Loving Memory of Khairul</title><content type='html'>Good bye Khairul. We will always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of rumours whether they were true or not, but in the end, they all ended in the same tragic way. I didn't know you too well, but we were pretty okay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened is still pretty unbelieveable but it can't be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone please cherish the people: friends; family or even enemies around you, because one day they'll be there and the next they won't. This is a sad reminder of how easily something can be taken away from you. My regards to Khairul's family and Amanda Leung who loved him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever was involved in the above, I hope that you'll be driven crazy because of guilt you fuckface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113318378759628006?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113318378759628006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113318378759628006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-26th-in-loving-memory-of.html' title='November 26th - In Loving Memory of Khairul'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113311208764380207</id><published>2005-11-28T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:21:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddie's Party</title><content type='html'>This awesome piece of party started at 11pm (scheduled to start at 10pm actually), so it was me; Marcus;  Sean and his Gf; and Freddie. Wow! Happy Birthday Freddie, you're finally 17. Hope you can find a car that you can steer, you handsome big man of muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging later, I had a lot to blog about.. but not on my mind yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113311208764380207?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113311208764380207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113311208764380207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/freddies-party.html' title='Freddie&apos;s Party'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113285411590362049</id><published>2005-11-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:41:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Shit</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came late though, so I watched it from halfway and it was crappy beyond the crappiness of friendster. Me and Amanda were ranting the crap out of it, all the minor details that bothered us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;WTF HERMIONE WEARING RED TO YULE BALL!? That just spells &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Not-that-Potter&lt;/span&gt;. (haaa get it!?)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Viktor Krum is cool, he looks like someone from the army and he wears Soviet Union uniforms. That's just so not him......&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fleur's school uniform is just a blue french version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sailor Moon. &lt;/span&gt;Lameeeeeee. KAWAII-NE..CHA!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh, btw, Fleur is one ugly frenchie. Nice body and all, but she has this weird man-face. And apart from that, the director SERIOUSLY couldn't find a hotter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;french &lt;/span&gt;girl to play the role!? WORST of all, Fleur's friends are WAYYY hotter, so I just keep questioning why the director did that... If it were me, I'd put Fleur next to all these man-girls to make her look better...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Okay, Harry owned the shit out of the Hungarian *cough* Andre *cough* Horntail with a fucking bridge. What the fuck. It was so un-book-like!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ron was one big buff macho man, but I am not complaining.. Wink wink!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;OMG CHO CHANG!!! SHE WAS SCOTTISH! Seriously! I was imagining the WORST that could happen... Put in a girl who has an Ah Lian accent like "solly wei, Hally! I said yes to Cedric weii, so so solly!!'.. But NOOOOOOO, it's "aye, Harry! Surry for dee' trouble. I'll bee guin' to dee' Yule Ball wid' Cedric!"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dobby did not exist in this movie. Rofl, they ran out of money to put in CGI. Dragon got  majority of the votes than Dobby.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SPEW did not exist! Seriously! Do you know how important thats going to be in the following movies!? And like, how everyone predicts SPEW will take over the Ministry of Magic in the 7th book........ Uh..&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dumbledore or should I say Dumbl-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-dore really overdoes it with his emotions man, fucking crybaby. He's supposed to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LD,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ISE and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OWERFUL! This guy was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LD,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RINKLY and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;USSYWHIPPED!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Neville was one skinny bastard considering he was refered to as a fattie in the book. What HAPPENED MAN!?!?!? Seriously!! I think they should have fattened him up for the movie. You know.. Plastic surgery? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert fat Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Moaning Myrtle is one horny screwed-up ghost. I think the Director misinterpreted J. K. Rowling's nickname given in a much more erotic sense. She was totally giving Harry a handjob in the prefect's bath. Oh god, no sleep tonight......&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The story is screwed up. Nothing was explained, including the random event when Harry stumbled upon Barty Crouch's body. Heck, his death wasn't even announced. Honestly, there was no conspiracy at ALL, like how in the book you always wnat to read more because you wanna find out what is going on... In the movie, you just wanna unzip your pants and take a piss on the movie screen.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh, and you know what? Percy was not a judge!! WTF? He wasn't even in the movie... Neither were Bill, Mrs. Weasley, and Charlie. Rofl, Harry Potter Productions running out of cashhhh.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;OH! Every one had long hair. All the guys.. Neville; Ron; Harry; The Weasley Twins; Mad-Eye.... Is that the new 'in' hairstyle in wizarding world?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cedric Diggory was lansi frat boy. &lt;/span&gt;With a fratty hairstyle. In the book I had a lot of respect for him and was actually sad when he died. In this one, I couldn't wait for the pretty green fireworks to hit him in his handsome fratty face. Weeeeeeee.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The maze (third task) was totally a walk in the park. The only tihng that happened was that the maze kept changing. There was no sphinx; no fog; no creatures; no big ass monster to rape Cedric's leg... Speaking of the maze, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wizards are pretty stupid &lt;/span&gt;if they didn't know how to use Lumos in that darkness. There were no spells used in the maze for navigation at all. Just to kill some fucking roots in the ground.....&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In the entire movie, hardly any spells were actually worded out.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Voldemort had a Protoss face and human body. His eyes were pretttty damn human, evne though I am pretty sure they were described as something Harry had never seen before.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;There were scenes in the great hall where the ceiling was actually visible. And the great hall was pretty damn narrow... Hey, maybe it's just me, I mean, the student ARE growing!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Did I mention this? Hermione was wearin red. SERIOUSLY MAN!!! HOW!?!? How can they fuck up such a small detail. Just chuck the damn dress into blue dye!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh oh oh! When Sirius contacted Harry.. his face was supposed to be in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLAMES &lt;/span&gt;not part of the firewood..... God he looked like an idiot.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Rita Skeeter was supposed to be a pretty main character in the book and the one that tortured the crap out of Harry. Butttttttttttttttttttttt, she was just shown as some stupid bimbo that goes around writing shit.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hermione was pretty damn emo aswell. She practically had sex with Harry in the tent before the first task. That was exaggerated a tiny tiny bitt........... Okay okay, she hugged him till he couldn't breath... Pushed her tits against his manly chest.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; There were only a few good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The twins were frickin' funny (Weasley, not Patil)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;People actually looked forward to it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Harry's dress robes were cool..&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ron is probably one of the best actors ever at his age.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am thankful that I watched the movie from halfway...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh, and I watched it with someone special :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; So, all in all, I think Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire has got to be an impressively crap movie that out-crapped any other book-to-movie I can think of. GGNORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would blog more, but I am going to tidur so I can go to the Heart of the Mamas tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113285411590362049?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113285411590362049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113285411590362049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-and-goblet-of-shit.html' title='Harry Potter and the Goblet of Shit'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113276270470808770</id><published>2005-11-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:18:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mufucktiday!</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked hard.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked so hard that Batman Begins actually seemed watchable.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked so hard that a Simple Plan song can actually be put on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked so hard that Christina Aguilera isn't actually a slut.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked so hard that public toilets start to smell like flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. It just sucked. So crap. Last year it was more imba because I made the video games stall that was the best stall on the mufti day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bloggin in a sec. Phoning with the panda &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113276270470808770?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113276270470808770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113276270470808770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/mufucktiday.html' title='Mufucktiday!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113267879248626502</id><published>2005-11-23T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:21:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muftiday Tommorow!</title><content type='html'>Well, its coming, its tommorow. Thats why I was sposed to sleep an hour ago. But now its 12:55. Hope I can wake up at 9.30 to go for muftiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! It's like how every year I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://foosball.com.my/images/stories/fooser_banner_160.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, foosball shalt be played tommorow. Even though I have a gay bruise on my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other news, finally got the new Honda City!! YEAH!!! I have a car to drive!! Now I gotta do my fucking THEORY! Anyone out there know where I can get my theory done in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob. Night guys, got to wkae up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: CHICKEN LITTLE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://70.85.74.174/albino_flash04/myhero%28www.albinoblacksheep.com%29.swf"&gt;Numa numa!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113267879248626502?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113267879248626502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113267879248626502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/muftiday-tommorow.html' title='Muftiday Tommorow!'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113266235537388467</id><published>2005-11-22T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:54:52.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Grow up you little fuck. A single occurence and you don't evne know the full story. Worst of all, you can't just get out of it all. You gotta hold a grudge and be all kiddy about it. You give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cockstares&lt;/span&gt; when I ignore you and just laugh at someones joke nearby to ease your pain. I pitied you and I let you be, but now you've interfered again. Marcus told me to just not give a fuck about such a childish kid; Andre told me to 'forget about it'; Amy told me to 'leave it'; ...and the one person that means everythin to me told me that I was being mean to you? The fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, if I have to leave the this dramatic series, I will; because I've withdrawn a lot of comments and actions that I wanted to take upon you but I still get treated as if I'm the bad guy. I haven't done anything bad and you just misunderstood events but nobody wants to tell you because you're just stubborn and won't listen. Sure, you're thinking "I don't need your pity, you dick". But guess what? Everyone pities you.. So thats probably why you don't need my pity. If it weren't for them I think you'd have already committed suicide by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the only post I ever have about you, because of the frustration you've made me vent and I just have to let you know that you're a little pussy, so grow up and get over things. If you can't stand being in the same room with me then you're just being a cry baby about things; you think I wanna look at your face? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: Its all over. But this post will lie here to serve as memory to how I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113266235537388467?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113266235537388467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113266235537388467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113246432810873284</id><published>2005-11-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:25:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The MapleStory Bot + New Posters</title><content type='html'>Well, it all began one day when Andre was over and we wanted to bot with his character. My bot wasn't working very well so we decided to use a different method. With tape and a screwdriver, we were finally successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus we present, the  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manual Maple Story Bot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/CIMG0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/CIMG0299.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/CIMG0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/CIMG0298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I bought some posters at Timesquare, these are the best ones! The Advent Children imba posters are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/CIMG0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/CIMG0319.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/CIMG0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/320/CIMG0320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113246432810873284?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113246432810873284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113246432810873284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/maplestory-bot-new-posters.html' title='The MapleStory Bot + New Posters'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113231041866391510</id><published>2005-11-18T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:01:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Little Pieces.</title><content type='html'>Some of you might've heard about this book, some may not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Frey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/obc_classic/featbook/mlp/obc_featbook_mlp_main.jhtml"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" src="http://www.upstatelink.com/photos/2005/06/13/13996.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look. I was flicking through channels and stopped on Oprah because of this book. James Frey started drinking at the age of 10 (drinking everything - Gin, Whiskey, Vodka, Rum, Beer, you name it; he drank it), when he decided that drinking didn't get him too high, he decided to take drugs and this was at the age of 12. Every day of his life he would pass out because of too much alcohol or just black out because of the drugs and wake up the next day with a killer hang over and tipsy over the day before... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt;. Finally, at the age of 23, he awoke in pain not knowing what caused it and some other bullshit happened (wasn't really paying attention) but he just ended up in rehab. The book tells of the actual events from his personal view within the rehab centre. The torture of the one thing that humans fight the most - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs are bad.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is bad in large consumptions.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking is just as bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how bad they are, the main thing that actually MAKES them so terrible is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113231041866391510?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113231041866391510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113231041866391510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/million-little-pieces.html' title='A Million Little Pieces.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113206504588491395</id><published>2005-11-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:30:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball + Shufflin'</title><content type='html'>Today I foosed again and it was GREAT. Whether the form was on or off, it was AMAZING. FUN! I am going to start again. Sofar, the main shots I'm doing nowadays are: Snake; Front Pin; Push. Front pin just looks cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the shuffling side, I don't know I just have the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/3743/lamaison2ud.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic Gate @ Mines (3rd December -&gt; POSTPONED INDEFINITELY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out http://zoukabuse.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113206504588491395?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113206504588491395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113206504588491395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/foosball-shufflin.html' title='Foosball + Shufflin&apos;'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113206041126699944</id><published>2005-11-15T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:13:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my. What the fuck?</title><content type='html'>My Dad just randomly said that I was going to Australia. WTF? So frickin' unexpected. I don't know lah, I had a few plans...&lt;br /&gt;a) Throw a party, I didn't when they went Bangkok because I didn't want to go wild IMMEDIATELY the moment they go away right? Besides, the party was more like a Gaming Party! Just playing consoles around my house...&lt;br /&gt;b) Go for the Cosmic Gate rave.. Or, well, otherwise known as La Maison which was conveniently POSTPONED from the 3rd (I'm going Aus on the 5th or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, fucking hell... Why does my Dad have to change all the plans. Apart from what I, MYSELF want.. It IS a waste of money. Last time I went Australia I just sat in my Brother's room and played CS on his laptop. Unless he takes me out raving (which is impossible since I'm young) or mamaks (rofl.), I'm going to do the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me + Family + Australia = Waste of money + Boredom + No Foosball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Dad is probably doing this in spite of me for getting him pissed the other day. Fuck laaa, why is he being such a fucktard?! I WANT to see my Brother, but he's COMING BACK; and I don't want to see my Brother and be bored to dicks forever. Oh well, honestly, I do feel a bit excited.. But the timing is just so shitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16132647-113206041126699944?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113206041126699944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113206041126699944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-my-what-fuck.html' title='Oh my. What the fuck?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113181403925864583</id><published>2005-11-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:54:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Buy</title><content type='html'>Digital Camera &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod Mini &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia N-Gage &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redecided&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 6670 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not Bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zippo Lighter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Bar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not Bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Bought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hard-disk &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not Bought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Zippo Lighter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not Bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So, I've looked back on the late events and realised that I have not been &lt;strong&gt;FOOSBALLING&lt;/strong&gt;! God damnit. Amy's already ranked and I haven't even been training. Hmmm, a lot of things that I haven't blogged about have happened lately. Rusty had a party that rocked; Amy's dad kicked my ass at table tennis at her little barbeque session; I bought Soul Calibur 3 and Andre randomed a fighter and got a man wearing a skirt; Amanda kicked my ass at a crappy foosball table in 1U; I am now level 30 and a full-fledged WIZARD on Maplestory; &lt;em&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/em&gt; sucked; Cosmic Gate @ Mines, 3rd Dec was post-poned indefinately; DotA 6.20 came out and it's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's that, oh and when my parents went away, I think I was pretty busy. I spent only one night alone out of 6. :D People came over, wrecked the house, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuff I HAVE to get done ASAP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collect Results from GIS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enroll into Taylors College&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my Driving theory exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, holidays are nearing to an end. God, these 6 months are definately awesome. Too bad I'm dumb as a shoe now. Fuck, I need to read a book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of books, Harry Potter 4 the movie is coming out.... Okay, &lt;strong&gt;confession time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really think Harry Potter is imba cool. I still remember when I was younger I used to imagine myself in the school of Hogwarts as I held my pencil casting spells on my stereo system. And I still think its cool, not in a roleplaying way but I just love it. So, even though the movie sucks nuts and I know the new one is going to suck even larger nuts, I still want to see it. Just to see if my imagined view of how the book went is similar to the movie. Heck, I used to pronounce Hermione as "Her-meee-own" until I watched the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is a pretty long blog post. So you're probably bored by now, better end it. Ta ta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113181403925864583?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113181403925864583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113181403925864583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-to-buy.html' title='Things To Buy'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113130610926146134</id><published>2005-11-07T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:41:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interference</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while. Life has changed a lot but its hard to blog about stuff lately, due to the fact that I guess some stuff can't be given to public about the happenings at the moment. No, not bad things, times are great, really good, best I've had for ages... =)  But, it's not that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent. &lt;/span&gt;So, until things clear up a bit, I have to respect people and not blog about these things yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113130610926146134?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113130610926146134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113130610926146134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/interference.html' title='Interference'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113076843162902315</id><published>2005-10-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:20:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrrreeeeeeeeddddddd</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are finaly going away. yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113076843162902315?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113076843162902315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113076843162902315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/borrrreeeeeeeeddddddd.html' title='Borrrreeeeeeeeddddddd'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113042401653946602</id><published>2005-10-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:40:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>Well! Turns out that I went for the Carnival! It was pretty good. The BEST part about it was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC &lt;/span&gt;they played! Hahahahaha OMG I'm TURNING INTO AN AHBENG! But it was just some damn JENG trance music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, like i always do, I'm gonna write about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went for work, then after that I met up with Josh/Zim/Matt who were VAing. We went to Foos and Josh showed us his attempt at being 'imba'. And I was like "I PRESS ENTER AND TYPE POWER OVERWHELMING" BANG! GOAL! WOWWW. IMBA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THATS ME. &lt;/span&gt;Foos really gets my mind off things! We then went to 1U and met up with everyone including Dawn. Oh god, the look on her face - She MISSED ME! :D Well, then she ditched me for Kit and a movie... Sighhhhh. After eating, we went to the arcade and played tons of shit. The best moment of that all was when Matt and Zim were playing the Korean Drums. I beat Colin at this DJ Game &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Sign #1 of Ahbeng-morph)&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to stay with them, cos chubby Josh and all were going to Midvalley to meet up with Shir and Co. so I really wouldn't fit in and besides Amy was ALONE and I knew how it felt to be the extra wheel. We watched half of Zorro 2 which turned out to be more of a romance movie so it sucked pretty hard - Some stupid girl kept laughing at non-funny parts (yeap, silence, then suddenly "HEHEHE"). Me and Amy were like the only two there in the cinema that weren't a couple - Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun part, we went to the carnival. It began with exchanging 100+ to coupons. Then everyone wanted to go for this ride called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Gun&lt;/span&gt;, the one thats like the ship in Sunway. Amy didn't wanna go so I decided to stick with her - Everyone said I was a pussy and just scared. Well, we went around playing a games and won lots of COOL stuff: 2 four-coloured pens; 2 'board' games (made of paper); and 2 Fans (one has Mickey Mouse and the other has SNOW WHITEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!) Eesh! Then when we met back up at the ride, Amanda was telling me of the nightmare of hearing the guy behind her say he wanted to puke - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I advised her of the great uses of my Snow White fan that could've saved her from vomit of doom.&lt;/span&gt; Then the best part of the night... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUMPER CARS!&lt;/span&gt; Won't bother to go into too much detail, basically it was just one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big gangbang. &lt;/span&gt;The next thing was this ride that I forgot the name of that spun round and went up/down... Er, I was silent throughout except one time I shouted "OMG SO BORING" - Everyone was screaming, okay.. Well, it got my heart going at the start... But atleast I proved I wasn't a pussy (it WAS boringgggggg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgot.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign #2 of Ahbeng-morph&lt;/span&gt; - The MAIN one. On the way to the carnival, when I heard the jeng music I started dancing the feng-tao dance! Hahahaha, it was COOL okayyy. No, no shuffling or anything, just RANDOM dancing! Dunno, the music was gooddddd. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG&gt;.................... I am going to wake up tommorow morning with highlighted Jay-Chou hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, it was a good night I guess - I wanted to stay longer but my parents were being dicky as always. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I did a LOT today. Rides I WANTED to go on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ferris Wheel! &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bumper cars&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A roller coaster (too bad the only one there was like 1m high.....)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bumper cars&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Haunted House&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Topgun thingg...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;BUMPER CARS!!!!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Bah. I got to be a good boy from now till next week - So looks like lots of staying home! Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on your driving test tommorow Marcus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'd see you guys, Josh and Dawn so have a great time back in England and hope to see y'all again in December! Yeah, Josh, I'll try and keep my promise, man. Love you guys, study hard!&lt;br /&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/16132647-113042401653946602?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113042401653946602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113042401653946602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113034435402808251</id><published>2005-10-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:07:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just no more..</title><content type='html'>I predict I don't go to the carnival thing. Why? Don't know.. There are just some things left to be unsaid. Maybe I just don't fit in with the gang I thought I could fit in a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nice word, leaves your mind drifting around in ideas, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've caused problems hanging out with these guys before and I don't want to do it again.. Before they met me some of them were having greater lives. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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/16132647-113034435402808251?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113034435402808251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113034435402808251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-no-more.html' title='Just no more..'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113033090054356258</id><published>2005-10-26T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:48:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time, maybe.</title><content type='html'>Tommorow, work. Carnival. Dawn's back and I can't wait to see her! Oh, and Josh too. Billionaire boy. Today = Maplestory. I won't even go into detail because honestly, I'm too lazy to blog. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about the boring parts.. Now comes the more indepth part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night, the same dream I've had a few times. Everyone was pissed at me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I had left Malaysia without saying bye to anyone and when I returned everyone was angry. I apologised and said "I'm just never good with good byes.." but it didn't change their anger. They hated me. I can still remember the vision of the close friends that I have today in that dream, staring at me with those fierce eyes. Why this dream though? Do I have a paranoia of leaving? Or maybe a paranoia of having my friends against me? It's one of them... ANd I don't want either to happen. But the first is inevitable, just hope the second doesn't occur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113033090054356258?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113033090054356258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113033090054356258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-time-maybe.html' title='Next time, maybe.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113022340666540527</id><published>2005-10-25T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:56:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, this is post number &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! How cool is that. Heh, okay, a bit too easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in a much better mood, maybe because my illness is clearing up but whatever. I'm at work now and I'm bored as hell. I'm going to watch Doom with Andre after work at Midvalley, can't wait for that.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Game Time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched the episode 3 of One Tree Hill (Season 3) and Brooke said something that went through my mind over the entire night. Something that I never realised was true and yet half my life have been trying to figure out... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes people play hard to get, to find out if they really care about them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something along those lines. The statement made a lot of sense after I thought about it and now I even know why I do it. Just thought I'd share the wisdom that is One Tree Hill :D I still think this show rocks, it's enlightened me as the above and entertained me with every episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a bit confusing and mucked up at the moment, but instead of trying to fix it like I normally do, I'm just not going to bother... What's the worst that could happen to me if I continued to get it more and more mucked up? What can I lose that I cannot gain back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't lose family over social life.&lt;br /&gt;Might lose friends, but only the ones who just weren't true friends.&lt;br /&gt;Can't lose my life... Or can I?&lt;br /&gt;Can waste money but still probably able to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be yourself &lt;/span&gt;and stop trying to solve problems in your life that aren't really issues but just how people think about you. If you want to be someone, be that person. If you love someone, embrace them and let them know. If you want something to be done with your heart, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say life is too long, I agree. But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best part of life &lt;/span&gt;only exists between a rough age of when you become a teenager until you get married - 13~25*. Because between these times, you are growing up and you decide everything. It's not a long time, only a bit over a decade. And the worst part is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people always leave&lt;/span&gt;. Your friends; your family; your co-workers... They will all leave some day, so make sure you never regret not taking the chance to spend time with them or do the things you want to with them. In life, there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;no second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You always get told by a friend to 'sleep on it' refering to a problem. Everyone sleeps depressed and wakes up feeling much better. Well, I've been sleeping on my problems for the past 3 days and I've finally woken up to a much brighter day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113022340666540527?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113022340666540527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113022340666540527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113012805488988265</id><published>2005-10-24T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:28:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man</title><content type='html'>It's becoming a habit where everytime I wake up depression hits me. Dunno why. Well, I had a few plans to attend to today but all were cancelled... Feel like I'm not exactly a priority in anyone's lives nowadays. Oh well, I've lived like this before and I can do it again, I guess getting closer friends lately like Zim, Amanda, Amy, etc. has made me forget how my life used to be. I was always against getting too close to anyone because stuff like this would happen, the feeling of being ditched by your close friends sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I used to be stronger than this, sigh, why did I have to get pulled into friendship? Its nice and all, but tough at times. Can't forget myself, maybe it's time to change back.. Back to the person I used to be. Life was simple and fun that time. But I was a heartless person who didn't care about anyone else but myself and to become what I was would cause harm to those close to me... So, it's going to be a bitch of a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113012805488988265?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113012805488988265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113012805488988265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/man.html' title='Man'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-113004633210774343</id><published>2005-10-23T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:02:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death.</title><content type='html'>I'll begin with whats on my mind. Life as I know it has killed me. I've been sick beyond belief and reason and I can't take the pain I feel when I move. I've slept since 12AM till 1PM not because I'm too sick to wake up but because I decided that there's nothing worth getting up to. I'm a lonely kid with no one cept my friends. Nothing more. So sleeping and dreaming seems to be my break away from the life I live. The dreams I have always are the best ones and as a matter of fact, keep me sane. No mood nor the energy to get up in the morning, there's nothing that helps me initiate my day. The day begins with sorrow and ends with gladness that I can enter the dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the sudden urge to kill myself, more bad news has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As a mark of respect to the demise of our beloved first lady, Allahyarhamah Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood, Scenique Productions on behalf of The Renault F1 Team and all sponsors involved, would like to inform everyone that the Renault F1 Team Pit Party Celebration 2005 at the Sepang Go Kart Circuit has &lt;strong&gt;been cancelled."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Yoji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to the above sudden change of events, I'm predicting my parents don't go away and I don't get the Mondo's job. Somehow, I think life has decided to take revenge on me for the sins I've commited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wake me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-113004633210774343?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113004633210774343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/113004633210774343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/death.html' title='Death.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112982778246582264</id><published>2005-10-21T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:03:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working day.</title><content type='html'>I worked at my Dad's friend's office from 10am to 3pm. Then I worked at Souled out from 5pm to 11pm. God I am the coolest most hardworking dude ever. I rock. Congratulations James, you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting lazy on the blog, let's talk about the past first. Lately I've been a bit more laid back about going out, no cash nowadays so I have to be pretty conservative. Tommorow is Emjay's party of coolness so I haven't been going out lately to ensure that my parents can't stop me. Hope this party is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the present. Life is boring nowadays, gotta find something that interests me.... Ishhh. Sorethroats been killing me slowly and smoking doesn't help at all, maybe drinking will (guess I'll find out tommorow). I'm going mad with boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part, the future. My parents will be away in early November and early December, so I'll definately have a few sessions at my house those two times. I feel bad not following my parents to Aus to see my bro (or maybe even Jhin) but heck, I don't wanna waste a ticket on 1 week! Speaking of the future, me and Simon are having a bitch of a time getting tickets to the fucking PitParty05, we've devised a plan... Er, okay I'll shut up. Besides all this, I guess I'm looking forward to the future way more than whats going on now (which is a bad thing huh?) so everything good seems to be far away. Maybe I'll work in Mondos (Midvalley) as suggested by some people, wow, RM6 per hour of kickassness CHA-CHING! Future has a lot in store for me, hope all my plans come true. So, to rephrase all of the above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Parents going away - have drinking sessions or maybe a small get-together.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hard to get tickets to PitParty but still eager.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Might work in Mondos and be filthy rich.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Yawness, got to see Amy at 12 tommorow, I think I'll have a game and then sleep. GGNORE OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112982778246582264?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112982778246582264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112982778246582264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/working-day.html' title='Working day.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112965721122857188</id><published>2005-10-19T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:00:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no Post.</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I posted. Anyway, check out my Deviant art @ &lt;a href="http://f4nt0m.deviantart.com"&gt;http://f4nt0m.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt; I've made a few nice wallpapers there, so take a look! Life's been kinda boring lately, first I went for a movie with Amanda and Andre, we watched Skeleton Key which sucked a bit and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I missed the ONE SCARY PART &lt;/span&gt;because I was outside getting Andre into the cinema (late by 1 hour wtfh4x0rz). Amanda was dying from the scary part and I was like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad made me work at his friend's office, just helping out make a Teen Portal though I totally doubt it's gonna be successful looking at the competition like xfresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough it's 1:38AM and I'm tired already. So I think I'll sleep soon. I made my DotA Comic (which rocks!) but I can't give too much info yetttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the topic, I've been listening to rock lately, dunno why, maybe to ease the depression a bit? I dunno, songs like &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When September Ends&lt;/span&gt;.. Ho humph, GOD GIVE ME SOME DRAMA IN MY LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112965721122857188?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112965721122857188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112965721122857188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no Post.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112939865729998267</id><published>2005-10-16T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:50:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marc! .. Back to Souled Out</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Marcus! I guess I'm sorry I didn't wish you on the actual date cos I thought it was on the day of your party man. Anyway, as I promised you'll be getting the belanjaed tickets from me and Simon for the PitParty05. =) Known you since primary, maybe we never liked each other back then, but we still KNEW each other right? You're a great friend dude, I won't forget you. Marc's party was at Castle, Bangsar and we just had a bottle of Black Label and chilled out basically. Oh, then me and Simon (big... korean...) were a bit bored and felt hungry. We went across to some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Newada&lt;/span&gt; Indian Curryhouse where I had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAGGI &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt; GORENG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;IN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the Souled Out thing.. What? You wanna know about this PitParty thing? Er, I'll put it at the bottom. Tommorow (Sunday) is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oktober Fest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have no clue what that is, but I'll be working at Souled Out for it. I don't even know how much I'm getting paid. But I mean, I just wanna have some fun and work again. So everyone out there, don't forget to go Souled Out tommorow! Shit, all this talk about food... Anyway, here's the flyer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clept.net/uploads/forums/flyer_for_internet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clept.net/uploads/forums/flyer_for_internet.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click to Enlarge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112939865729998267?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112939865729998267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112939865729998267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-marc-back-to-souled-out.html' title='Happy Birthday Marc! .. Back to Souled Out'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112926488144336313</id><published>2005-10-14T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:41:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungarian Foos Phase 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Hungarian Foos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Phase 1: The Primary Shot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Success!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Phase 2: Varying the Primary Shot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(In Progress...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was teaching Andre foos yesterday again. Omg... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is teh fail! &lt;/span&gt;Well, he needs to practise ball control so I guess he can't pick it all up in one day. He then followed me home and stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything out of the ordinary except one thing: We played SPACE CRUSADERS! What is this game, you noob gamers may ask. It's one of the first board games that used Warhammer ideas. In fact it came out before Warhammer. I don't know much history about it but it's definately IMBA. We had an awesome game and I lost one squadron to his fucking Dreadnought of gayness and survived the mission I was given in that game with only two Commanding officers, so yeah, there were like 10+ casualties of my marines :( But I killed ALL HIS ALIENS. Heck, nobody would probably get this blogpost, but I'm just gonna post it for memory's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112926488144336313?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112926488144336313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112926488144336313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/hungarian-foos-phase-2.html' title='Hungarian Foos Phase 2'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112913072230448172</id><published>2005-10-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:26:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY OF THE CAPSLOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 672px;" src="http://f4nt0m.doubleukay.com/CapslockDay.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY OF THE CAPSLOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13TH OF EVERY MONTH &lt;/span&gt;SHALL NOW BE KNOWN AS THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY OF THE CAPSLOCK&lt;/span&gt;! ANYONE WHO DEFIES IT MUST BE CALLED UPON FOR HIS HEAD TO BE CUT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112913072230448172?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112913072230448172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112913072230448172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-of-capslock.html' title='DAY OF THE CAPSLOCK'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112903337222545411</id><published>2005-10-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:22:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of Dying</title><content type='html'>I went back to Melaka because it was like a yearly thing to go back and mourn my grandmother. I was sick when I woke up on Monday and having a sorethroat plus a terrible headache. I was dizzy for the entire day and everything just seemed like a dream from today. I remember 2 near-to-fainting events yet not the exact moments.. Just feeling such immense amounts of pain in my head that if I just gave up fighting it I would've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat gave me &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;goosebumps &lt;/span&gt;and the cool air made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;sweat&lt;/span&gt;. It was a terrible fever that lasted for that one day. All I can say is that I'm damned lucky I'm alright now. Hope it never comes back again. I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicotine&lt;/span&gt;, but fuck that, I think smoking has been giving me a weaker body system. Yeah, I quit. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112903337222545411?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112903337222545411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112903337222545411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-days-of-dying.html' title='2 days of Dying'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112885418789058650</id><published>2005-10-09T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:59:39.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday was okay I guess. I went to Hartamas to meet up with Lang, Amy and Sammie (oh, THATS how you spell it.. Right..) and my foosball was off like crazy. I seriously don't know what's going on, all I know is that the more I play the worse I'm getting. Eesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hartamas, I followed Lang back to home and we had to pick up his little sister first from Midvalley so we took a cab to Midvalley when it was past 12. The rules were like this: When we reach Midvalley, we have to pay double the price that is on the meter (Hartamas -&gt; Midvalley usually around RM6? thus we would've had to pay RM12) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;then the meter would CONTINUE from whatever it was all the way to Ampang and we'd pay the final fare double again. &lt;/span&gt;So we thought, it's gonna be expensive, but heck, we can't find a cab so just go for it.. Lang's exact words were "It could be like RM60 when we get to my place" and I was kinda worried too, but I had money on me so the worries meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car we were talking about lots of things: History; School; Life; Games; etc. And then we finally reached Midvalley in about 5-10 mins. I got out of the car and began to look for Riya cos she wasn't there immediately, after I failed to find her, I returned to the car where Alang looked at me with a face that could only mean trouble.. "James, it's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-size:180%;" &gt;RM53 &lt;/span&gt;already man." I glanced at the meter and saw the fucked up digits RM 26.50. WHAT!?!@#&lt;&gt; HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT HARTAMAS TO MIDVALLEY WOULD COST RM 26.50?!!? It's BULLSHIT, we knew immediately how fake his fucked up meter was. So we decided to just screw it, and forget about it because we saw a taxi when we passed the North Court of Midvalley earlier (the driver made a wrong turning.. But somehow I think it was on purpose now, those vital 3 minutes it took him to make another round probably costed us RM15). So we told him to fuck off ("Er, my friend is picking me up" Lang's excuse..) and we found another cab, he said "Past midnight means must be more expensive." Our hearts &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sank&lt;/span&gt;. Not again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So to Ampang issit? Ok, RM20 okay or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;leapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All the way back to his house we were talking about the fucked up Yellow Taxi that ripped us off. RM50 to Midvalley, for fucks sake, atleast don't make it oh-so-fucking obvious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lang's the first thing we did was.. (zzzzz) Talk to Amy on MSN, yea yea. Then we watched &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Final Fantasy VII : Advent Children &lt;/span&gt;which rocked beyond rockability (uhh). &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tifa is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next day, Lang began his GunzOnline and he installed wallhack like immediately, cheater. I got into a coughing frenzy as I choked on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; and almost drowned myself. Yeah, I'm sick :( Fucking flu. It's killing me. It's like a combo man, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;whichever micro-organisms that came up with this idea of a flu are geniuses&lt;/span&gt;: They give you a headache and an itchy throat; when you cough, your entire head shakes causing your headache to hurt even more - Sonofabitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112885418789058650?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112885418789058650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112885418789058650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-saturday.html' title='Saturday Saturday'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112871907893601391</id><published>2005-10-08T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T05:11:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so tired.</title><content type='html'>It's 4:37am and I'm dead tired. I spent the day in Hartamas (as always) with Andre this time. I taught him how to push+recoil and he became pretty IMBA in one day! I rocks at teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre is my new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Hungarian Foos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Phase 1: The Primary Shot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Success!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also met up with the couples *except binson* (yes, idiots, so thats Amy/Alang, Amanda/Col, Kit/Rusty). Sigh, the couples... Pfft... Nah, not my thing. Is it? Hah, do I go back to all that shit? Doing that boyfriend crap again? Awrgh, waste of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;time &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, my foosball was off today and Lang's was SO FARKING ON! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He raped me... Err hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="80%" color="#333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on, there was a great conversation between me, Andre, Amy and Sammy. Have you ever wondered how Hong Kong Disneyland would be like? Wow! I want to go there! But like, it's run by Chinese.. Thus there is a potential 70% of the staff there to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Bengs&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Lians&lt;/span&gt;. Before I continue, those of you who don't know what an Ah Beng is (unlikely) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definition of &lt;u&gt;Ah Beng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; (ah·beng) @ &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;UrbanDictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="definition"&gt;&gt; male delinquents who have bad dress sense or absolutely none at all.&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; e.g "just look at that ah beng over there! eww, poor thing, is he color blind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Definition of &lt;u&gt;Ah Beng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="definition"&gt;&gt; guys who try to be something they're not. good examples would be the copied jay-chou hairstyles that 80% of the Ah Bengs have. also, it may not be their fault that their english isn't that good, but why do they have to get stupidly creative and use 'oh' or 'wei' at the end of their sentences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Well, Ah Lians are just the female version of the above. Okay, back to the conversation. Well we had a hypothetical discussion on the consideration of incidence if a child visited Disneyland Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine you're 9 years old. You want to see Mickey Mouse, you see him every day on TV and you think he's so entertaining. Everything about him, the smile the laughter and the bright ideas that Mickey comes up with just enlighten your mood everytime you see him! Gosh! And guess what? You're in Disneyland Hong Kong RIGHT NOW! Wow, looking around you notice the fantasy-like structures. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where's Mickey?! Where is MICKEY?!?!" &lt;/span&gt;You shout at your parents who searched endlessly for your &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;. But guess what? You were the first to find him! He's right there, waving at you! Before you knew it your legs had already gotten you up to Mickey... Closer and closer you get, that smile of Mickey's seem to be mocking your slow pace so you begin to speed up. Your excitement can't stand it anymore, everything else didn't matter, this was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICKEY MOUSE! THE ONE ON TV EVERY DAY! RIGHT HERE IN THE FLESH!&lt;/span&gt; You're almost there, almost.. Almost.. Just about to reach, you take a leap and give Mickey a big hug! Your heart beats wildly as you feel Mickey's odd smooth fabric-like skin. Suddenly, you hear a sound.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plonk!&lt;/span&gt; What was that? You wonder, yet it didn't matter, you didn't want to let go.. But somehow, Mickey seemed to be pushing you off... Your grip doesn't loosen, and you're wondering why Mickey is being so rough.. You look up, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Mickey seemed to have had his head chopped off and underneath, INSIDE his body, there was a face sticking out, small eyes; stupid grin; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jay chou &lt;/span&gt;hairstyle; bright blonde highlighted hair. His mouth opens revealing bad teeth and a repulsive odour. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tiu la......" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112871907893601391?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112871907893601391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112871907893601391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-so-tired.html' title='Oh so tired.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112860725123797521</id><published>2005-10-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T04:37:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming Day</title><content type='html'>Weee. My Maple Char is now going to be on my sidebar. I'll update it too. Watch the n00b turn into a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MALLET &lt;/span&gt;TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YEAH as you can see by the current picture, I AM USING A MALLET! Wow! It's like "Hi Mr. Snail, how are you tod-" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*SLAM!!!*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Owned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, today is my gaming day. Total calculation, I have played sofar... 2AM ~ 9AM; 2PM ~ 7PM; 8PM ~ 11PM (now)... That's 7 + 5 + 3 = 15 hours of gaming. No wonder my fingers hurt. Oh my god. BUT I CAN'T STOP JUST YET, I have to reach my 24 hour peak first then the gaming day is over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a TRUE GAMER (I need a life..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112860725123797521?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112860725123797521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112860725123797521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/gaming-day.html' title='Gaming Day'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112859551826113708</id><published>2005-10-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:45:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GunzOnline</title><content type='html'>This game has got to be the most addictive ever. I'm stuck on it! I've been playing it for 5 hours straight since I woke up at 2. Last night I played Maplestory and Gunz till 9am.. Slept, woke up and repeated. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! It's so fucking addictive. But after a while I can feel the repetitiveness and boredom start to slide in. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple Story : Level 11&lt;br /&gt;GunzOnline : Level 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112859551826113708?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112859551826113708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112859551826113708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/gunzonline.html' title='GunzOnline'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112851516745453393</id><published>2005-10-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:27:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoppinggg</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been ages since I've been shopping and today I went! I bought a Tropicana Life cap; two Giordano shirts and a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZIPPO LIGHTER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally! Sigh, the camera turned out to be roughly RM1400. That sucks balls. Oh well, I'm gonna have to figure it out I guess. Amanda was there and I paid for her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi King &lt;/span&gt;dinner.. OMGWTFBBQROFL!?!?! SHE ALREADY HAS A BOYFRIEND FOR THAT RIGHT? WELL I was a GENTLEMAN and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi King was nice.. Oh I had LOTs of blue plates, god I'm so cheap.. Then again, I got to save for my camera right... Yeah, well, then why buy the zippo? Er, shut up James..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the shopping, today I played two new games: Maplestory and GunzOnline. GunzOnline ROCKS!!!!!! It's like Gunbound and Max Payne mixed together. Maplestory is pretty cool. Currently level 5 in Gunz and level 9 in Maplestory, WEEEE I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more later.&lt;br /&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/16132647-112851516745453393?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112851516745453393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112851516745453393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/shoppinggg.html' title='Shoppinggg'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112844072678554512</id><published>2005-10-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:45:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera</title><content type='html'>My criteria is basically the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Must take pretty good photo quality.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Must take video of medium quality atleast.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Must be in my budget (roughly RM1,000)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; That is all, basically. So, I have narrowed it down with the help of my Bro to a few Casio ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Casio EX-Z50&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Casio EX-Z57&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Casio EX-Z120 (Problem is that this one doesn't use rechargeable lithium batteries.)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Sofar, Casio seems to be a good brand. If the prices I find at Midvalley tommorow are crap then I'll look at other brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that the N-Gage is RM620 at Lowyat. Cool. Might look into that if I really don't buy the camera. Anyway I have plans to go to Midvalley tommorow and buy a new trucker cap. Not sure what else I need to buy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112844072678554512?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112844072678554512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112844072678554512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/camera.html' title='Camera'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112842036361548717</id><published>2005-10-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:06:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W00t</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair. I'm experimenting now. I trimmed it all except for the back so I look really stupid actually. SHIT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Experiment failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh well. I hope I can fix this up with gel or something, otherwise I'll cut it myself. It looks REALLY weird at the moment :D Hahahhaa, stupid...idea...of..mine. Anyway, I decided to stay home today/tonight because I've been going out a bit too much and I think if I continue like this I won't be able to go to some parties in the future. So I stayed home and did nothing at all except for download MapleSea. YES! I shall start MapleSea/Story (WTF IS THE DIFF?!) again and I will own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much spare time and instead of playing DotA I shall play this. Why? Because DotA is crap now and one helluva boring game for me. Nothing in DotA excites me anymore (that sounds so wrong). Now I know what you're thinking... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What a nerd... Geez, why not just get a chick or something."&lt;/span&gt; WELL, all I can say is that I'm just not all that bothered with stuff that I don't approve of at the moment. Heh, yes I don't approve of relationships, not at all, for now. They're just a waste of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why one girl when you can have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of them!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boredom.. Stupid MapleSea 200mb of gay shitness - 39%!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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/16132647-112842036361548717?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112842036361548717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112842036361548717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/w00t.html' title='W00t'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112834682457443892</id><published>2005-10-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:40:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Zim to list five strange habits that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am the most low-willpowered person ever. I hardly ever follow plans that I make.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I tend to get pissed off when I am looked down upon by someone in something I am way above them at.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I have a habit of biting my nails. :P&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I somehow like to give people different impressions about myself; thus.. Multiple personalities.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When I do my push-shot in foosball.. My right-leg seems to automatically kick up in the air... Kinda like what girls do in those movies when they kiss their Prince Charming... Eep.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tagged by Zim to list five random facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm scared of clowns. I've been haunted my whole life by that fucking movie.. IT.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I have a lisp that I never realised until I was in year 9. Now I don't talk as weird.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I always say I'm not a brand-person but I always hate to admit that the branded stuff looks way better.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I hate it when I'm not invited. I really, really.. HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I love to sleep because I love to dream.. I'm a dreamer, and I always always hate getting woken up in the middle of a great dream.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; There, done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112834682457443892?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112834682457443892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112834682457443892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112828406701026544</id><published>2005-10-03T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T04:15:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defiledminds 1 Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post! It was the Defiled Minds 1 month anniversary. Anyway, it's been really fun sofar. I've been blogging actively (way too actively..) :) Going through some of the posts I've come to see that in only a month my life has changed drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: You were tagged by Zim, remember? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112828406701026544?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112828406701026544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112828406701026544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/defiledminds-1-month-anniversary.html' title='defiledminds 1 Month Anniversary'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112825843221393716</id><published>2005-10-02T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:08:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night that went Bad.</title><content type='html'>Lets just say there were a ton of problems that occured last night between a lot of people and (thankfully) I wasn't part of it but seeing everyone so sad during the night I finally went out again kinda made me feel like it was a &lt;strong&gt;sign&lt;/strong&gt;. My foosball was off :( &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMNIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SOMEONE UP THERE IS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST MUCKING AROUND WITH MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Plans were mucked up and instead of staying at Brian's I stayed in Hartamas and went to Soda with Melanie, (omg) Fung Wei and Sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Fung Wei followed Mel home (HEHEHE) last night and we tried watching IT the clown that haunted my life since I was a kid. But we fell asleep cos it was too boring. Not much else to say, or maybe I just can't say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112825843221393716?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112825843221393716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112825843221393716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/10/night-that-went-bad.html' title='Night that went Bad.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112809120670158991</id><published>2005-09-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:44:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of On-Formness</title><content type='html'>My foosball rocks. I rock. I don't care, I fucking rock. I was so on-form today. Maybe I didn't push well but I snaked and learnt a brand new shot. Everything was on form in most of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of People I have Defeated Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binson : 2 out of 2 games&lt;br /&gt;Alang : 2 out of 3 games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; : 2 out of 3 games&lt;br /&gt;Rusty : 1 out of 1 game (7/2 rofl)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Teo : 1 out of 1 game&lt;br /&gt;Alina : 1 out of 2 games (7/2 damnit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'd say the best accomplishments were Bins; Alang and Amy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binson is one helluva good back-man player. His sprays are so farking gay and always go in for some mad reason but I have learnt to block them finally and I realised why I hardly score against him : He is a pusher too, he knows how to block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alang is one of the most imba-est back-man player too. He has such cool shots that make you go "WHAAHAHAH!!!!". Daymn he has a thunder pull and a lethal snake for his front man to add up to it all. He has declined me as his student because he thinks he isn't that good (modest lah.. be my sifu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy.. Wow, First time I played her today and she surprised me. Her 5-man has got to have one of the fastest tick-tacks I've seen in ages (almost as fast as Ikhi's) plus the accurate passes. Let me go through one of the games.. It began simple and easy as she served the ball when suddenly TICTACTICTACTICTAC *wWTF?!?!?!?!?!* went through my mind as she passed my 5-man like a breeze. I blocked her pull (kinda slow) and she took roughly 2-3 more shots (her 5-man is imba lah..) finally I got my shot and &lt;strong&gt;PANG!  &lt;/strong&gt;I smacked that bitch into the goal. Pft, she isn't that good. Next ball.. Tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac..PAK! ROFL I BLOCKED HER PASS. Then I close my eyes and just roll the ball over to my 3-man. "Guess I got lucky" I modestly say... Then suddenly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "James! You're so damn good!" She cries in agony as the score reaches 2-0. The next ball is served and then Tic-tac-tic-tac-PANG... WTF? HAXORZZZZ!! "Haha, nice one" I smile as I congratulate her desperate shot. 2-1. I serve the ball do an amazing ball-control trick of mine and suddenly the balls at the 3-man "Wha-? I didn't even see that." She grumbles as the sound &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; runs through our ears. 3-1. Ah had to give chance so she gets the ball over to her 3-man and I defend with one man.. THAK, successful block. I show my awesome tic-tac proness and then WHACK.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PANG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; 4-1!? Yea yea, she shoots like 3 more times and I block them with my uber Great Wall of China defense. Then I slip up as the ball starts to roll away from my man (sweaty) but I recover with an amazing shot that ends with a sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PANGGGGGGGGG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go on but I think she's gonna kill me anyway... Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112809120670158991?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112809120670158991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112809120670158991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-of-on-formness.html' title='Day of On-Formness'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112798532904523791</id><published>2005-09-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:23:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 912px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/106/951/1600/blogcopies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to see the two practically exactly the same blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112798532904523791?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112798532904523791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112798532904523791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/double-blog.html' title='Double Blog'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112791758962039424</id><published>2005-09-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:30:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perry Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>It was roughly 9:30 when I received a message from someone I don't usually talk to. The sister of Mr. Kit Perry, Katerina Perry had sent me a message, a simple 'hey' to begin with. It was then followed by the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;[21:36:08] xKATx.......: hey&lt;br /&gt;[21:36:18] ¿????rebel _: hello&lt;br /&gt;[21:36:31] xKATx.......: do you play dota?&lt;br /&gt;[21:36:43] ¿????rebel _: yup&lt;br /&gt;[21:36:49] xKATx.......: well so do i&lt;br /&gt;[21:37:05] xKATx.......: i knowz everything about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Haha, Jack or Kit? Hmmm.." So I sent a message to Andre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;[21:37:20] ¿????rebel _: check this out&lt;br /&gt;[21:37:24] ¿????rebel _: xKATx.......take life seriously says:&lt;br /&gt;           hey&lt;br /&gt;           ¿????rebel _ lifeisjustagame says:&lt;br /&gt;           hello&lt;br /&gt;           xKATx.......take life seriously says:&lt;br /&gt;           do you play dota?&lt;br /&gt;           ¿????rebel _ lifeisjustagame says:&lt;br /&gt;           yup&lt;br /&gt;           xKATx.......take life seriously says:&lt;br /&gt;           well so do i&lt;br /&gt;           xKATx.......take life seriously says:&lt;br /&gt;           i knowz everything about it&lt;br /&gt;[21:37:27] ¿????rebel _: whats your bet?&lt;br /&gt;[21:37:29] ¿????rebel _: jack perry or kit perry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about kit for a while then I replied to Kat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21:38:43] ¿????rebel _: really&lt;br /&gt;[21:38:51] ¿????rebel _: thats interesting&lt;br /&gt;[21:39:16] xKATx.......: test me plzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;[21:39:34] xKATx.......: ciapatti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then sent this to Andre again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:39:49] ¿????rebel _: HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:39:53] ¿????rebel _: wtF!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:39:55] ¿????rebel _: this is damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:40:04] ¿????rebel _: jack is desperate for someone to test him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:41:41] ¿????rebel _: WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:41:42] ¿????rebel _: kit or jack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:42:01] _????ang?d:a: I think its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:42:08] _????ang?d:a: kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a question, 'Kat' misspelt the word "Earth Shaker" as "Earth Shakler" and we immediately thought it was Kit (cos he sucks at spelling). However, Kit sent me a message soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:43:57] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: what are you saying to my sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:07] ¿????rebel _: thats you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:09] ¿????rebel _: i can feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:11] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:13] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: i am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:16] ¿????rebel _: youre kidding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:19] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:20] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:22] ¿????rebel _: theres no way in hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[21:44:22] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: whats she said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to believe, so I had to test him in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;[21:44:27] ¿????rebel _: i introduced her to andre&lt;br /&gt;[21:44:30] ¿????rebel _: she said andre is fuckable&lt;br /&gt;[21:44:37] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: WTH/&lt;br /&gt;[21:44:40] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: brb&lt;br /&gt;[21:45:02] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: ok&lt;br /&gt;[21:45:03] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: she said no&lt;br /&gt;[21:46:09] &lt;&lt;°o.O...Kit: what elese is she saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were baffled. HOW was it possible? We had a 5 way conversation. Me-Andre-The-3-Perrys on MSN. But we got no results, only to discover there was a higher possibility she did play DotA. Apparently she had played with Andre in a game before and she related to the same things that was spoken between them in that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now made a bet with Kit that I shall buy him dinner when I go over to his house and see Kat play a decent game of DotA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm scared.. But THERES JUST NO FUCKIGN WAY IN HELL........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112791758962039424?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112791758962039424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112791758962039424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/perry-conspiracy.html' title='Perry Conspiracy'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112790665016435462</id><published>2005-09-28T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:24:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>I think that One Tree Hill is great. Compared to any of the other shows I've watched, I haven't got this hooked before (except the legacy of Friends). The great thing about this series is that it doesn't get boring, at the end of every episode theres definately something that gets you hooked onto the next. In comparism with The O.C., One Tree Hill definately outshines it anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's some comments about the characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I THINK there ARE spoilers here and there. I'll try to keep them to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: &lt;br /&gt;Okay, every girl loves this guy because of the way he used to have that 'brooding' look and was really silent, etc. Then he grew up and in season 2 he's way more mature and basically he acts as the link between a lot of things. He's always helping people out with their problems and he's like everyone's friend. He gets sensitive pretty often and says a lot of things guys are too 'manly enough' to say like "Payton, I do care about you." Oh come on, most of you would probably not even be speaking to a girl with history like they have. All in all, Lucas deserves tons of respect and somehow I feel towards his character that every move he makes seems to be the right one (he HARDLY makes mistakes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payton:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like her. She took drugs cos she was desperate for 'her dream'. Then she totally caused problems between Nathan and Hailey with that Chris-Michelle-Branch episode. She's really screwed up in the head man, she has breakdowns like every 4 episodes tops. Apart from that she basically mourns most of the time over her mother or something. Until ofcourse Jake arrives and she forgets about EVERYTHING and only thinks about the sex after that.. Sigh.. Kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this guy deserves a ton of respect. Even though he was such a dick in season 1, the way he changes in season 2 is like a whole new revelation! Seriously, he's the coolest and takes care of Hailey like ..  OMG. No more comments on that, but he's definately cool and cares for his wife, too bad she ditched him (bitch). I think Nathan just finally sorted out his priorities and chose a good path in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey:&lt;br /&gt;Hailey used to be cool, now she's a bitch. Run away because of her 'dream'. My ass. So fucking selfish if yuo ask me. As Nathan said 'you don't need him' and I agree, if she was good enough she could've done it without that Chris fag. She could also have atleast talked everything out with Nathan before leaving, if you watch carefully they never actually got down to discussing it. She should have just told Nathan he was holding her back and Chris was her one shot to fame or something. HE WOULD UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke:&lt;br /&gt;Definately one of the best characters in the show. Even in season 1 when she was a party girl, she still took care of her friends (remember when Payton got drugged?) and she had a priorities straight (they were just crappy priorities.. sex &gt; all, er not in my book). She's also definately really hot and her personality-change in season 2 shows that she isn't just some 'party-girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake:&lt;br /&gt;Although he doesn't show up much in the series, he's a great guy. The way he is presented with his responsibility over his child is great proof of how cool he is :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix:&lt;br /&gt;This guy, although a faggot, is very awesome. Haha, he was a player then he became 'loving'. Though I still think all he has is the money that gets the ladies, not saying he's ugly or anything, come on. Look at him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112790665016435462?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112790665016435462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112790665016435462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16132647.post-112785166558431595</id><published>2005-09-28T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T04:16:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy.</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to blog. Tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its like 4am but what the heck, I haven't got anything planned for tommorow. Looks like a boring day at home =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Remvoed the music thing. It kinda scared the shit outta me when my blog loaded. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16132647-112785166558431595?l=defiledsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112785166558431595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16132647/posts/default/112785166558431595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defiledsoul.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy.html' title='Lazy.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361584384540525582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
