<?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-2518636001018709737</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:06:43.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JasonLee</title><subtitle type='html'>Impossibility 
is an unknown 
to mankind, 
for mankind 
know nothing 
IMPOSSIBLE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-4784644244891733872</id><published>2009-11-11T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:10:11.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/Svq1fXg4_cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/elpXiyB2aHQ/s1600-h/Optimus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/Svq1fXg4_cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/elpXiyB2aHQ/s400/Optimus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402830253476871618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Optimus Ultraman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The son of Optimus prime and Ultraman. FIY, Optimus is a male. Ultraman is a female.&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the ultraman's pictures, all of the pics doesn't have that 'thing' protruding under his belly. And I made a conclusion, which is all those Ultraman's fans including me were wrong about the complexity of ultraman's gender........He's a female. No, SHE's a female. Make sense doesn't it? Only that I was born with my (fake)father's head and my (fake)mom's hands and all the rest is just me XD...........Including that 'thing'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-4784644244891733872?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4784644244891733872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=4784644244891733872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4784644244891733872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4784644244891733872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/11/transformer.html' title='Transformer'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/Svq1fXg4_cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/elpXiyB2aHQ/s72-c/Optimus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-4435941851958533879</id><published>2009-11-06T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:37:38.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbees</title><content type='html'>Frisbees. Unfortunately, we came back empty handed......But, it was fun......&lt;br /&gt;Guess which is me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SvRAz1oObRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fg6qTvQ_ePY/s1600-h/13443_1248315173950_1411574225_719175_3013003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SvRAz1oObRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fg6qTvQ_ePY/s320/13443_1248315173950_1411574225_719175_3013003_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401013112437370130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture clearly shows that Mr Leong is absolutely "undead". It's like a heavenly ring hovering above his head, which in terms of our orthodox perceptions, is a dead man walking(See his legs, it's not even in contact with the ground, he's utterly flying.....) XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SvRCA1rdv3I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZcEgISDcl_c/s1600-h/13443_1248315213951_1411574225_719176_8027978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SvRCA1rdv3I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZcEgISDcl_c/s320/13443_1248315213951_1411574225_719176_8027978_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401014435300884338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-4435941851958533879?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4435941851958533879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=4435941851958533879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4435941851958533879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4435941851958533879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/11/frisbees.html' title='Frisbees'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SvRAz1oObRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fg6qTvQ_ePY/s72-c/13443_1248315173950_1411574225_719175_3013003_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-9215284628487779741</id><published>2009-10-22T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:14:12.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Vortex</title><content type='html'>Have it ever occurred to you that where will you be after your time has ended? Or the foreboding mysteries that obscured the presence of hell and heaven? Or even the world beyond the universe is, in fact the virtual world that we go to when our time has come?&lt;br /&gt;These mystifying questions are no doubt intangible, inexplicable, where there is still no scientific evidence to prove any of these ubiquitous dimensions. But eventually, we'll soon have answers in the advent future. Our mind are still incarcerated by limitation, that we can't accept or understand anomalies that defy the odds or without forensic explanation. When we come to realize that things such as telekinesis, telepathy or reincarnations actually exists, the only fear that we had back then was will this historical time ever come true, or will judgment day annihilate terrestrial species out of existence?     &lt;br /&gt;There were many hoaxes that hoodwinked the actual date of judgment day. But eventually, that day will come. And when it does, where do we think we can go? Will it be the end of human race? Or will it just destroy earth, and leave the human free to roam the vast universe? But judgment day is approaching nearly as fast as it gets, because of the selfish act by human beings. Days pass as Mother Earth is getting sicker and sicker, as a result of countless nuclear energy provision and deforestation. Many exhortations had been given out that the ice layer in both poles are getting thinner and thinner, directly affecting the water level and cause flood in low land areas. It gives us humans a clear, protuberant warning that our world will have an end and it's coming nearer and nearer. Be responsible to our green world. Have a heart for our future generations, for they will carry on our genes and concurrently place our existence in their existence until the end of time. Everything is allied to everything. Everything cannot exist without part of it. The Buddha once said:" Everything appears and disappears because of the concurrence of causes and conditions; Nothing ever exist entirely alone; Everything is in relation to everything else." Be green-minded. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-9215284628487779741?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/9215284628487779741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=9215284628487779741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/9215284628487779741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/9215284628487779741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-it-ever-occurred-to-you-that-where.html' title='Time Vortex'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-2356859163551343912</id><published>2009-10-17T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:55:17.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I never knew was our chung ling kids actually, by surprise, can act.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, this video is funny  down to earth. Well, not to say that it's really good, but they deserve a thumbs up. They are certainly on their way to recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjTVr14xU48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjTVr14xU48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-2356859163551343912?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2356859163551343912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=2356859163551343912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/2356859163551343912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/2356859163551343912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-i-never-knew-was-our-chung.html' title=''/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-6761301175717708817</id><published>2009-10-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:26:14.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaja</title><content type='html'>Mali Mali Hom!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;written by : Bruce Lee's son, Mary Lee&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;The period was as if eon,&lt;br /&gt;Below earth I stood trembling,&lt;br /&gt;Agglomeration  scattered in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Before the final test begins.&lt;br /&gt;But now,  heaven and earth I stood between,&lt;br /&gt;Trials were the matter of the past,&lt;br /&gt;No more of obscuration,&lt;br /&gt;No confinement,&lt;br /&gt;No incarceration,&lt;br /&gt;Everything was mere grasp,&lt;br /&gt;Free to soar the ever azure sky,&lt;br /&gt;Free to run amok in the verdant field,&lt;br /&gt;Free to do what thou want.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, free from the "P"arents of "M"ocker and "R"estriction.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is totally filled to the brink. No time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst has yet to come, because the whole December I won't be in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Lumut shall be my first destination follow up by Japan. The only best part is I get to go on my own. =D Without any restrictions, from "You Know Who". Not Mr. VoldiMooo. Heaven........ This is what I called heaven. Not that I ever seen a glimpse of it....... or taste it.......&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I will attend a swimming invitation meet in Kedah during the end of November.&lt;br /&gt;Partially the whole periods of holidays, I won't be around home. So that's practically what I have for my schedule. O yea, still need to go to sam's house and exalt me flippin' skillz. And, flare. No, not flare, Flare. LoL. Forget 'bout it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-6761301175717708817?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/6761301175717708817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=6761301175717708817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/6761301175717708817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/6761301175717708817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaja.html' title='Jaja'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-4553835171785458753</id><published>2009-10-07T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:12:43.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Test</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, which is the second day of PMR, or maybe you could put it this way, hell......, we 3rd formers will be sitting for our English and Science test papers. So..................&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember this, anything they ask you to make it plural, just add an -en at the tail and I can prove that.............. Oxen for ox, Boxen for box, Musseeeeennnn for muse, appleen for apple, Toothen for tooth. All of the above is incorrect, ummmmmmmmmmm except for the first one.&lt;br /&gt;O yea! My english is gonna soar with this secret weapon, yea................by adding -en at the back a word.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, try and speak with me, I teach you how to speak Engrojaklish.&lt;br /&gt;' I is male. You am stupiak, and 1 plus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;( woooohooooo -en, ya' go girl........ummmm, i mean word, ummmmmmm forget bout' it.) 1 equal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;. No,........... treeen. I speak an god English, we is guiness( the beer =.=", not the intelligent one.).'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tips on writing a good essay...........&lt;br /&gt;" In an glorious morning, I saws a musseen on top of an park. People is hue man, died hue man, many much died hue man. I are peeing on me wearunder, scared to died cause why have there so much died hue man??? I also want to died hue man."&lt;br /&gt;This kind of essay, no need read, straight give perfect score, cannot be more perfect adeee, this is truly a masterpiece. Human to hue man, not only got extra words to fill in the sheet, this kind of word is totally guiness............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-4553835171785458753?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4553835171785458753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=4553835171785458753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4553835171785458753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4553835171785458753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-test.html' title='English Test'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-8101838237765210581</id><published>2009-10-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:46:20.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>Muahahahahahahah..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell my mom I opened the computer when I was supposed to study for my exam......&lt;br /&gt;Stupid exam........&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA....................*Hick*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-8101838237765210581?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8101838237765210581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=8101838237765210581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/8101838237765210581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/8101838237765210581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/10/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-604078354738053274</id><published>2009-09-19T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:12:42.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>Life's unfair. But no matter how bias or prejudice life may be, you will eventually learn to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's but an empty shadow, full of secrecy, filled with intangible, inexplicable questions, only to provide us with incomprehensible answers. Then, we thought life was unfair. Then again, we thought life was too good to be true. It's human nature. No one could change that. Except for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, we need to learn to see life in both ways. Sometimes, your heart melts when you feel pity for a poorly, wretched kid that you ask yourself why can't it be you? Why must he live in such poverty, such agony, such repugnance, such hell.........Why........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because life's that unfair? No, life 's not unfair, rather everything has both sides, even life. Just like fire, you may be its master, but once it's outrage, you 'll be the slave. And like water, we human need water, a basic necessity of human. But just like fire, it holds the power to destroy countless innocent life, with no clear explication or reasons with it had done what it'd done. ' Ocean which sails the voyager, deep below lies a thousand fleet of broken ships '. ' Flame, one of the four elements, granted the sovereignty, capable of giving life yet annihilate it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's exuberance, wondrous, sensational, phenomenal, but it all matters on how deep you look into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-604078354738053274?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/604078354738053274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=604078354738053274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/604078354738053274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/604078354738053274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-3836674998027187946</id><published>2009-09-12T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:45:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me reasons why I came up with the title. Feeling kinda stupid right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the X-men test, and guess what I got.......(Well it's actually kinda cool, my way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;GA_googleCreateDomIframe('google_ads_div_Blogthings_Television_TopCenter_300x250' ,'Blogthings_Television_TopCenter_300x250');&lt;/script&gt;           &lt;!--&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;--&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.&lt;br /&gt;You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, I can kill anyone using only my visionary capabilities????? Man, that's wayyyyyy not cool, that means I can't 'interact' with my opposite sexes. Well, don't get me wrong, it's socializing in a more formal way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;Does Your English Cut the Mustard?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your English Skills: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/english.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Vocabulary: 100%&lt;br /&gt;Spelling: 80%&lt;br /&gt;Grammar: 60%&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation: 60% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my English level definitely had yet to reach its mark. Oh my..... Guess I'll have to work on it........ Darn.........(On the contrary, it's a good thing though, which means that I still have room left for amelioration)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this blog suits an avenue for me to exalt my writing skill. If not for the sheer reasons of academic, of course I wouldn't have started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I have a Japanese name.......( I don't know how to pronounce it.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/" class="quiztitle"&gt;What's Your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Japanese Name Is: Ryoichi Nakayama &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/japanesenamegenerator/boy.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Banzai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.............Banzai!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-3836674998027187946?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3836674998027187946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=3836674998027187946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/3836674998027187946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/3836674998027187946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/09/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-3740568507002453394</id><published>2009-09-05T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:18:55.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is perfect</title><content type='html'>Perfect is not meant to exist in this world. I mean, like hey.....no one is perfect, not even things are. Just reckon this, if one is perfect, then the only weakness he got is having no weakness at all, and that wouldn't make him any perfect. Ironic, duh. God created us human not to be perfect or anywhere within proximity of perfect, that it's perfect for us human not to be perfect at all, and that make us human. You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one is born perfect, there will be no room for improvement, or having the ability to contrite for yer' mistakes cause you wouldn't have any. Perfect is the word that people are striving to achieve, but in reality perfect is just referring to the word impossible. Being perfect isn't that great at all, and it would make you no more than a senseless being, because that you're perfect and certain things cannot be obtain by just being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect are the reasons why we are called human or anything that are feigned by the Almighty above us. It is this characteristic that abide us all from all the other beings of the universe. Ironic but true, we are imperfect in the sense that we are perfect. Just think about it. Sure it's confusing and contradicting, but it's the truth. So next time your parents tell you to be perfect in whatever you do, just tell them this:" Perfect isn't in my dictionary." Perfect isn't a virtue, rather living assertively and immerse in bliss are better way to live as humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hold these truths to be self-evident,&lt;br /&gt;  that all men are created equally,&lt;br /&gt;  that they are endowed by their Creators with inalienable Rights,&lt;br /&gt;  that among them are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-3740568507002453394?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3740568507002453394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=3740568507002453394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/3740568507002453394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/3740568507002453394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-one-is-perfect.html' title='No one is perfect'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-4577573902108110817</id><published>2009-08-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:51:03.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribulation</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagined or pictured yourself in the verge of falling into darkness or to a world sought to grief you? Well, that's what I was feeling then. A feeling of disappointment, remorse and repugnance. It was as if the world had tumbled upon me, imprisoned me in a foreboding abyss, even slightest ray of bliss had forsaken me. I just hate the fact that the more I reckoned my advent future, the more it was becoming the world that I had imagined. Devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared of failure. I felt failure had haunted and plagued me ever since. Whatever I do, or done, it was only coming down to one word, Failure. Before, I had never felt the aptness of this lost, this agony, this pain that was so excruciating. The failures that I had before were just minor and insignificant. Sometimes, when I  am contemplating,  I thought that as we grew up, our maturity and sense of responsibility will ameliorate, even our intellect will exalt drastically. But when I grew up, I knew, that the mischievous belief that I had then was just never going to come true. Failure, Failure and yet again Failure. I hate myself, hate for ever becoming a fiasco in everything, the charisma that I had in me was depleting. Even my friends had lost confident in me. I could only murmured failure, I felt useless and worthless.  It was the only sickness that has no remedy. A total dysfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I saw this anime-NARUTO. It was about a boy with a grotesque monster implanted in him which gave him the extra boost of unbelievable, inimitable power. But this only factor had caused him his one and only childhood. Everyone in the village had treated him like a taboo or some kind of diabolical abomination. He was plunged into sadness and sorrow.................Lol........ I am telling the whole story again, aren't I. Well, to make it short, he was just like someone whom i sought to be, or admired and idolize. His courage, determination and obstinacy was just too overwhelming. He tenaciously grip on to life even he knew that the opponent was going to obliterate him completely. And this had caused a sudden surge of electricity to run through me. I felt that I had opened my eyes for the first time after a long hiatus. Ironically, I felt repent too, that I was even able to give up that easily. The next day, a new individual had been born, and his name shall be call NORATU.......................... Well, that was silly. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-4577573902108110817?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4577573902108110817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=4577573902108110817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4577573902108110817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/4577573902108110817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/08/tribulation.html' title='Tribulation'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-7866628717923013329</id><published>2009-05-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:01:20.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our school annual sports day. =D&lt;div&gt;This year's sport day was not a very pleasant one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slipped during the 4x100m relay.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got third.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my unstoppable streak in the high jump event....XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the day ended with me getting a gold and a bronze......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But look at the bright side, I still have next year to compete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little joke I read on "Reader's Digest" from my tuition teacher's house. I forgot some of it......, so here's my version =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An employee was not for work one day. And on that particular day, an important occasion was being held. The boss went to find the employee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ding Dong....Ding Dong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mischevious boy came out.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Can I speak to your father please? " the boss said gently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" No. " said the little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Can I see your mother then? " said the boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" No, she's talking with the policeman." said the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alarmed, the boss asked :" Oh God! What happened? Can I speak to the policeman? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" No, he's talking with the helicopter man to bring in the search team." said the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the boss started to get nervous. " Good Lord.... Who......I mean what are they searching for?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Me." the boy chortled. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-7866628717923013329?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7866628717923013329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=7866628717923013329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/7866628717923013329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/7866628717923013329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-school-annual-sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-1347883038740029549</id><published>2009-04-28T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:01:36.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rather "High Jumping" Experience</title><content type='html'>For a starter, let's begin with the weather, shall we?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a hot humid day. Tho glorious sun was glaring fiercely with its incandescent ray piercing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the cloud and on to the sodden earth. Patches of clouds were mere finger count, coupled with a few flying couriers foraging their morning feast. At least, there were still many paradox of tree shades to shield us from the flaming sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, I was walking down the isle of our school block after a nasty bus trip to school. Like wise, I went up to my class and started racing homeworks =D. My bad habbit and ain't gonaa change it XD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just like everyday, or normal days in school, having us to quell the exasperation of listening to the babbling of our teachers. But, but, today was different. I had'nt expected that today a competiton was being held. Thanks to my friend, I got truanted from my boring class =D. I went to the field as my high jump competition was being held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here comes the highlight for the day. And guess what, I won! I mean I won..........for the 6 consecutive time already =D including this one. Not to mention, I won the form 5 contestant by a mere 5 cm. It was really out of the blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D, here's a little somethin-somethin for you. ( All the videos below are not me, I am not that good =.=" )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soft piece, but very passionate indeed. I like. ( Twoson from the Earthbound theme )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bn1AMn-cj5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bn1AMn-cj5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "ultrasonic" pace, I like ^_^. ( Toccatina )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN0xQL4JhEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN0xQL4JhEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;The Audible and acousting, I also like. ( Dao Xiang by Jay Chou, a very easy piece indeed )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vl82Kv6Y2xc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vl82Kv6Y2xc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-1347883038740029549?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1347883038740029549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=1347883038740029549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/1347883038740029549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/1347883038740029549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/04/rather-high-jumping-experience.html' title='A Rather &quot;High Jumping&quot; Experience'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-3530551234140050381</id><published>2009-04-08T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:40:08.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem Endowed with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SdyTUkPDV-I/AAAAAAAAACI/TqfzdZv7bJM/s1600-h/1_962215037l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SdyTUkPDV-I/AAAAAAAAACI/TqfzdZv7bJM/s400/1_962215037l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322290841178560482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me and my friends at Kok Meng's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="53%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="395"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="395"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="395"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="395"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indeed, a very prominent showcase of love, for love is the&lt;br /&gt;essence of life itself, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;which without living make no sense at&lt;br /&gt;all, regardless of how wealthy or opulent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one is. This poem&lt;br /&gt;will be very handy when writing an essay. Therefore, i decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to meorize it. =D Not to mention that i can use this to pursue&lt;br /&gt;a girl. XD. Andthis &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;also applys to your faithful friends, treat&lt;br /&gt;them with love and as they will too to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,tahoma,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-3530551234140050381?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3530551234140050381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=3530551234140050381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/3530551234140050381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/3530551234140050381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-endowed-with-love.html' title='A Poem Endowed with Love'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SdyTUkPDV-I/AAAAAAAAACI/TqfzdZv7bJM/s72-c/1_962215037l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-2061706995064317152</id><published>2008-11-13T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:55:09.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day At The Battle Field</title><content type='html'>This morning, I went to play basketball with my buddies =D, and it was quite fun too. Sadly, I still cant DUNK with one hand at Sam's place. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, took the bus to school and rushed to the band room =.=" ( got push ups for being late, hey it's not my fault for being late, zzzz ,asked the bus driver ). We played  various kind of songs, (FIY : I am the drummer =D). I really enjoyed the music we played together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to march to the battlefield for a football match with 2TB3 and I hadn't had time to even have my break. I ate a few mouth then the game started immediately. At least, the day was not very bright and sunny which was a good sign for us all. Haiz...... guess what, in the second half I got kicked, repeat "KICKED" out of the game for tackling a person. But hey, look on the bright side, at least we won the match with our remarkable goal on the last minute of the match which was made by "Mo Lang" a.k.a Leong Yu Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky of us to be scheduled to play a consecutive game following the match after our match. Can't deny it, we were all exhausted and lethargic, so the following game with 2TB5 wasn't very pleasant. It ended nil to nil and the penalty shoot-out will be commerce tommorrow. Hope we can score more than the opponent. BUT, I expect the outcome will not be what we expect, who knows, maybe we will win afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-2061706995064317152?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2061706995064317152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=2061706995064317152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/2061706995064317152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/2061706995064317152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-at-battle-field.html' title='The Day At The Battle Field'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-5245252723468823260</id><published>2008-11-08T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:46:12.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRIP TO TEST RIVER WATER</title><content type='html'>Up and again...=.=" I got late for the trip and my mom had to take me to the designated destination. How embarrassing..... Fine, next time I shall set a rule bout not getting late or it's going to ruin myself if it becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the Indian guy (not sure of his religion) gave us a speech on "water" the word itself which i almost fall asleep , so damn long and boring. Next, we took a bus to our given location to get our water samples from different rivers in Penang. All we had to collect the samples were a bucket or pail, 2 empty bottles and a box with many weird stuff. On the way, some interesting things happened XD I laughed the hell out of myself......... We ( Me, Leong Yu Kai, Lee Han Jie) played a game called "true or dare". Mr Leong had been luckily enough to be chosen 3 times and he chose "dare" instead of "true". Guess what we told him to do, hahahahahahahah.....( First : we ordered him to open his pant's zip and left it open till the we reached the next station. Second : we had this water tumbler stucked into it. Last : we asked him to pushed the whole thing inside and zip it XD.) My other friends had taken picture of it but I didnt cause I did not bring a camera. I should not be saying this =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we head back to our originated building to have tea time, which was bee hoon and "kuih". The bee hoon was quite tasty but i don't really like the "kuih". OK, I am going to skip a little bit to where all groups had to pick a presenter to present our results. ( I was the presenter =D, had stage fright plus my legs were trembling =.=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lunch. The lunch was horrible, all of it was curry and I am not the "curry" type of person. I had a few mouth then my body started to sweat profusely. At least it was better than what Leong did. He insisted on eating the curry despite his whole face going red. He almost cried and went to toilet to do "buisness" cause it was super hot( I felt it too but I didnt finished the plate, gave it my friend to settle.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-5245252723468823260?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5245252723468823260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=5245252723468823260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/5245252723468823260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/5245252723468823260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip-to-test-river-water.html' title='A TRIP TO TEST RIVER WATER'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518636001018709737.post-8441904198961000443</id><published>2008-11-07T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:35:08.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Same Old Day</title><content type='html'>OK, I got late for my piano lesson this morning.......=.="You know how frustrated it is to make choices when your half sleep and half awake... Guess what, I tumbled down to sleep again just when I woke up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, I secretly took a "squash" ball ", which I knew was illegal, but who cares XD, at least I was not caught, haha....sooooooooo "not" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my Chinese teacher gave out our exam sheets, which I knew was not very pleasant.......cause i score only 28 out of 40, damn me.......T.T At least, I got a come back from my science subject, which was only 34 out of 40....still not satisfying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got a pair of new drum sticks. =D Kinda cool, but not as cool when i got "hammered" by my teacher for creating all the noise,which i preferred as "cool beats" rather than noise. Lame~o teachers  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Music/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Music/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Music/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518636001018709737-8441904198961000443?l=blazefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8441904198961000443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518636001018709737&amp;postID=8441904198961000443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/8441904198961000443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518636001018709737/posts/default/8441904198961000443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blazefort.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-same-old-day.html' title='Another Same Old Day'/><author><name>JasonLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14082746545590649502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wx-VSYX05XM/SRU6kmJ1B9I/AAAAAAAAABA/PfcmxcY3n-E/S220/Picture+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
