<?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-5538238158967303090</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:40:21.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laws that dictates constant motion but an ever increasing change in perspective,&lt;br /&gt;Always acted upon resulting forces of other lives and other thoughts.&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/5538238158967303090-8310531955784516239?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8310531955784516239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8310531955784516239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8310531955784516239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8310531955784516239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2469177063209774620</id><published>2009-10-23T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:51:24.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RELINK LOLS&lt;div&gt;i've decided to move on to the green screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2469177063209774620?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2469177063209774620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2469177063209774620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2469177063209774620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2469177063209774620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-what-i-wrote-on-foolscap.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"student's lament"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8377220974179279230?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8377220974179279230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8377220974179279230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8377220974179279230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8377220974179279230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-alot-to-talk-about-my-views-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6330153665439061660</id><published>2009-10-14T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:57:20.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NEIL BRIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from eoy exams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing crap.&lt;br /&gt;watching some DJ hero videos.&lt;br /&gt;hearing some techno.&lt;br /&gt;raving under negative lights.&lt;br /&gt;playing with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;loving my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6330153665439061660?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6330153665439061660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6330153665439061660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6330153665439061660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6330153665439061660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-neil-brian.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8764353411763405288</id><published>2009-09-27T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T05:18:25.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've yet to do hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be posting for this week i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so, i post my final alt. post tonight.&lt;br /&gt;my final post, for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8764353411763405288?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3981810828640733188</id><published>2009-09-24T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:10:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was...ok...i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt;. prep work kinda simple.&lt;br /&gt;english oral. reading, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. conversation, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;quite nervous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;some people could see i was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; shivering&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i elaborate like hell, though i kinda screw up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;28 weeks later&lt;/span&gt;, horror???&lt;br /&gt;ya, duh. zombies - horror doesn't always mean ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;after sch.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat mutton rice with the guys. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went kelvin house with them to see him cook.&lt;br /&gt;gunz and vids.&lt;br /&gt;then went home wif tj.&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know why i post about life bla bla bla?&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm updating my  &lt;a href="http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.com/"&gt;alt. blog&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3981810828640733188?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3981810828640733188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3981810828640733188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3981810828640733188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3981810828640733188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5331062208639880676</id><published>2009-09-20T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:28:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, we've enough of house.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i just read that house music is the music that makes the 'house' dance. :P&lt;br /&gt;now onto...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PART 3: TECHNO, CLASSIC TECHNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XV3f18GXbEs&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/XV3f18GXbEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fix - Flash (1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part is shorter i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. like the name says.&lt;br /&gt;techno has it classic roots.&lt;br /&gt;in the 80's and 90's.&lt;br /&gt;in good ol' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detroit &lt;/span&gt;there grew early Techno.&lt;br /&gt;where all the great masters played their disks&lt;br /&gt;that laid the base for future sub-genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fix - Flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's repetitive, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;the way i listen to it, succumb to that rhythm that loops all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;let loose and feel high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i assure you'll feel the song flow within and you wouldn't really care how long you've been listening.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/statenhal"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/statenhal&lt;/a&gt; to listen to Classic Electronic Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a true electronic music lover, it's in my blood eh?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;visit my &lt;a href="http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.com/"&gt;alt. blog&lt;/a&gt; and leave a tag yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5331062208639880676?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5331062208639880676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5331062208639880676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5331062208639880676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5331062208639880676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-weve-enough-of-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1966973568316002540</id><published>2009-09-19T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:59:39.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my alternative blog.&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ifeelandthink.blogspot.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/5538238158967303090-1966973568316002540?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1966973568316002540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1966973568316002540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1966973568316002540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1966973568316002540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-alternative-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-9166238685991792765</id><published>2009-09-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:01:29.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;there isn't someone to really look forward and for to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;there isn't a spark in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;not because people made me lonely.&lt;br /&gt;but because i just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it is good enough&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;but this loneliness is a yearn to meet a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;someone who sees life and not just describe; but also explains and understands it.&lt;br /&gt;and is filled with hope as it is with happiness; but not blinded by the joy but also aware of the sad.&lt;br /&gt;angered but understanding; feeling but thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, thats the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;i can never expect so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-9166238685991792765?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9166238685991792765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=9166238685991792765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/9166238685991792765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/9166238685991792765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6290816824326234400</id><published>2009-09-18T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:29:29.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stumbled upon this verse in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6290816824326234400?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6290816824326234400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6290816824326234400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6290816824326234400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6290816824326234400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-stumbled-upon-this-verse-in-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2123403109124091217</id><published>2009-09-18T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:14:41.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was ok...and played card game like...till it was confiscated D:&lt;br /&gt;sorry tj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, House music has mostly long tracks. ranging from 2mins to 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 2: HOUSE, CLUB-HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQWuWfxMXA0&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/ZQWuWfxMXA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZR035Mhd58o&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/ZR035Mhd58o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice - Phantom Pt 1 &amp;amp; Pt 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No vocals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nWnLxYzuBE&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/7nWnLxYzuBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice - DVNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjWPyDMk8k8&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/bjWPyDMk8k8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice - DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Club-House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not clubhouse, a house for some sort of club -.-&lt;br /&gt;Club-House :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, it's very simple.&lt;br /&gt;Club-House is the genre of House music more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oriented for clubbing.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i gotto say.&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the most hardest music to like.&lt;br /&gt;noone actually liked all the Club-House music i have in my mp4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically you listen to club-house like you wanna Jump. or something.&lt;br /&gt;dammit man, i don't know how to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i wanna Bounce when i hear Club-house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some Club-House tracks are from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another french duo.&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt; own you peeps. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2123403109124091217?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2123403109124091217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2123403109124091217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2123403109124091217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2123403109124091217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5315242744488476915</id><published>2009-09-17T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:57:06.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC POST</title><content type='html'>brief info on what i did recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got our art together with tj, kel and cs. played some card game at sch. kelvin piece un-sketched. ate at ah mei cafe - prata. chong soon's piece was broken. my peice proke. went home. took rest. did math. was listening to some heartgold/soulsilver.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and now i'm gonna blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm gonna blog about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Electronic Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Music is the overall genre of all music that makes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us high, wanna dance, wanna trip, and wanna love or wanna hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some Electronic Music makes you soooo trippy, soooo high, you don't need any drugs if you.&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Music is totally clean. You won't get arrested. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under Electronic Music there are several genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE, TRANCE, TECHNO, BREAKBEAT, JUNGLE, HARDCORE, DOWNTEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electronica is not a genre.&lt;/span&gt; it's some sh*t term critics call the type of music famous Electronic artists/bands make. anyone who says Electronica's a genre should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's not like i'm gonna talk about every genre there is. and by the way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE ARE FRICKIN SUBGENRES TOO! XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i'm gonna talk about the common type of genres me and my friends (i think) individually hear.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 1: HOUSE, FRENCH HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&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/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daft Punk - Harder Better Faster Stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Genre - House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subgenre - French House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z014I7FvDCo&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/z014I7FvDCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daft Punk - Da Funk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Genre - House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subgenre - French House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkjRM8C9vZg&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/XkjRM8C9vZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas Bangalter - Colossus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Genre - House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subgenre - French House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;, to be more exact, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House in overall is a soulful genre that follows the 4/4 beat tempo.&lt;br /&gt;It changes every 30bpm (beats per minute) to 150 bpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, to any average listener:&lt;/span&gt; House would sound like some kind of repetitive music that you would waste time on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(hear Colossus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To a real listener: &lt;/span&gt;House would be the music that blasts those awesome tunes and repeat and repeat till you love it. You're supposed to enjoy it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, in this 21st centery.&lt;br /&gt;House has been riddled with some voices and lyrics too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(hear Harder Better Faster Stronger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though some House still keeps to its roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French House is DOMINATED by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daft Punk&lt;/span&gt;. that's the french duo. no wonder i love the french. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(part 2 of the series coming up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5315242744488476915?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5315242744488476915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5315242744488476915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5315242744488476915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5315242744488476915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/da-electronic-dance-music-post.html' title='DA ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC POST'/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3269171434065792075</id><published>2009-09-16T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:44:58.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so elated. blogger's back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;on the laptop, that is ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;TJ made a new way to style your blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, i think a new blogger style should be invented, that is why, i started this blog.i wanted to try out something really awesome and new. i would say that this blog is not all about me. it's about all of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i wouldn't say that his new idea would be revolutionary.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;my style of blogging is like any other usual style.&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk and talk and talk &lt;/span&gt;about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;look at i.e dickson's blog. (soz man)&lt;br /&gt;he recently made a post purely about their day.&lt;br /&gt;oh hold, not day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i don't bother reading soz.&lt;br /&gt;(no offence dickson, just some reference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we all add in some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo thought shit &lt;/span&gt;in our blog posts too.&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why is life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm so unhappy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda different i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough, biased to self, cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes answer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;cos i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't reply tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't really have much blog frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noone tag me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;*make that small sad smiley be an awesome face.&lt;br /&gt;for every tag you make.&lt;br /&gt;every awesome gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, wth?&lt;br /&gt;did i just made a pathetic attempt in promoting my blog?&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, off I do english hmwk&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/5538238158967303090-3269171434065792075?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3269171434065792075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3269171434065792075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3269171434065792075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3269171434065792075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-elated.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7021621617937280733</id><published>2009-09-15T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:16:09.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to be or not be, that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;for me to put Hypnotised - Arka Teks&lt;br /&gt;as my blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hypnotising.&lt;br /&gt;yet fun to rave to.&lt;br /&gt;benny benassi should techno remix it.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7021621617937280733?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7021621617937280733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7021621617937280733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7021621617937280733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7021621617937280733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-or-not-be-that-is-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5563193319778760966</id><published>2009-09-12T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:43:20.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays have ended. this wasn't even one.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;spent day playing nerf.&lt;br /&gt;spent days doing work.&lt;br /&gt;spent day doing chores.&lt;br /&gt;spent days going school.&lt;br /&gt;spent days and days playing com and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;my parents went to the Comex IT Sale at suntec.&lt;br /&gt;and they bought a laptop!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;though i kinda screwed it up for the 1st few days :P&lt;br /&gt;i made the firewall block Internet Explorer&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;system restore.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Norman antivirus got problem.&lt;br /&gt;Uninstalled.&lt;br /&gt;ERROR: NSF no resource found &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;deleted some crap.&lt;br /&gt;back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;installed AVG.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;so, i spent pretty much time on the lappy.&lt;br /&gt;but it can play Combat Arms! SMOOTHLY!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm gonna go church now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5563193319778760966?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5563193319778760966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5563193319778760966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5563193319778760966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5563193319778760966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/holidays-have-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1114189897409262786</id><published>2009-09-04T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:56:01.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the whole point of life is to enjoy life.&lt;div&gt;because the world's just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's just even better if we make others' life awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to enjoy life; to truly be convinced that you've enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is when you had so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think death is actually worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think you've done everything life's worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't wait;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i have the chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's awesome. look at it that way. if some thing's are not, help make it. don't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1114189897409262786?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1114189897409262786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1114189897409262786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1114189897409262786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1114189897409262786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/whole-point-of-life-is-to-enjoy-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2915271830828612598</id><published>2009-09-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:42:51.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, ptm's tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i finally know how to draw&lt;br /&gt;the AWESOME smiley.&lt;br /&gt;(see my facebook profile pic, blogger sucks, no upload wth ... that's not awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i drew it,&lt;br /&gt;that's awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;we don't need our faces to show what's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i want to enjoy life till i'm sick of it till dying seems worth already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;my organiser.&lt;br /&gt;is outta pages.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i took a half year to mess up my prev book.&lt;br /&gt;but now.&lt;br /&gt;my organiser is over in a term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few pages left only available for organiser stuff.&lt;br /&gt;no philosophical mumbo-jumbo that made my organiser have value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;k, nites people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: i don't reply tags, that's just, not awesome.&lt;br /&gt;     i don't tag people, so, why should you too?&lt;br /&gt;     lol crap, then my tagboard's for show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2915271830828612598?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2915271830828612598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2915271830828612598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2915271830828612598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2915271830828612598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-ptms-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6961262484345532183</id><published>2009-09-02T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:18:25.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh wow, Streaming EOY in a months time.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.....&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say, i've never experience a year pass by so fast before.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;and more than a half of it...&lt;br /&gt;gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now there's this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;my History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i betcha, if i ask miss ong to remark my SEQs and SBQs that mr lee marked.&lt;br /&gt;she'll show the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like making nerf a cca.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6961262484345532183?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6961262484345532183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6961262484345532183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6961262484345532183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6961262484345532183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooh-wow-streaming-eoy-in-months-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3458827194889060064</id><published>2009-08-29T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:45:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched Where Got Ghost with my pals today at causeway cathay.&lt;div&gt;crap lol, we took quite too close to the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lol too at the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scary but funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got myself into some of the Mr Men Little Miss craze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Mr. Small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Little Miss Sunshines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Mr Nosey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, mr small, what irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reflected on my past actions for the term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a philosphers rule; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always simplify and summarise.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never make something simple into some complex drama tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the two topics i've been pondering about is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about love and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about guilt and the word 'sorry'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i broke that rule. but hopefully not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3458827194889060064?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3458827194889060064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3458827194889060064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3458827194889060064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3458827194889060064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/watched-where-got-ghost-with-my-pals.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6998818354338554910</id><published>2009-08-28T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:46:06.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took a long way back home.&lt;div&gt;i'm really dull and bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing the world fail in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm Dissapoint, i am the emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get dangerous when i'm dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when not even a human life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is an act of success,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even worth existence seeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheer up boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a streaming exam ahead for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6998818354338554910?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6998818354338554910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6998818354338554910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6998818354338554910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6998818354338554910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/took-long-way-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3945336467835461489</id><published>2009-08-27T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:57:59.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm, studies...&lt;br /&gt;that's on my mind for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3945336467835461489?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3945336467835461489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3945336467835461489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3945336467835461489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3945336467835461489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hm-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4506045408829565531</id><published>2009-08-25T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:29:14.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"never hold on too long. or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'll find yourself troubled with a mind filled with memory than it is with hope."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4506045408829565531?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4506045408829565531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4506045408829565531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4506045408829565531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2409833302870012295?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2409833302870012295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2409833302870012295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2409833302870012295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2409833302870012295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4679288379136927113</id><published>2009-08-23T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:39:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger is as bugged as i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;throat infection, mc down 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm feeling kinda better now.&lt;br /&gt;taking my chances on tues if i feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;if not, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4679288379136927113?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4679288379136927113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2644002538350055770</id><published>2009-08-21T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:30:27.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/animals/happycat.jpg" alt="Happy funny picture" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, i found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2644002538350055770?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2644002538350055770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2644002538350055770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2644002538350055770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2644002538350055770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol-i-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6097488856559822918</id><published>2009-08-21T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:14:06.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last day of the week is one of the best days.&lt;div&gt;this last day of this week is one of the better days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh c'mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than some hiccups in math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE FREE PERIODS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, no homec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for reg 1-20 , that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the guys did some "man to man" discusion for the first period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only when the 2nd period struck then we had to do our science worksheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, today was cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did some presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on How to Sing The National Anthem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together with weeseng, quanen, and piexian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then pt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ran and ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clap clap! jia yous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god, sec2s brought boots for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey! i finally saved $6 this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna treat myself mac this sun. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;consider yourself lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been told that you have to do the remaining sums we did for chap 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fews sums we did and handed in are blue file work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the remaining sums for homework is Pink file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;due on tue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's utterly no point being left behind sad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's every reason to go on and forth happy :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6097488856559822918?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6097488856559822918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6097488856559822918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6097488856559822918'/><link rel='self' 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tearful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go charades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wtf, i'm stuck with that sumit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only 2 of us in the team and we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i must say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumit doesn't really know what the class interests are in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just because some members don't wanna go competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't mean they are doing something horribly bad or anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just told the teacher 'they couldn't make it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted to say the complete truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c'mon lah, i also feel lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could have already skpped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if we or they don't wanna go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's our choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just a competition i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, gone back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plenty of hmwk to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess..&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i forgive &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;you, we all need to be happy. please, and Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5538238158967303090-7094501433743099208?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3738081362807149843</id><published>2009-08-17T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:06:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and all it took was to look into my heart once more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then i truly realised,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that the simplest of friendship was all that i needed to be content...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3738081362807149843?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8292556164503242254</id><published>2009-08-16T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:36:43.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.&lt;div&gt;church was usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch was usual, grilled dory fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;library was usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw chong soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was bored, and so was he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i borrowed book, and so did he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, then i walked around northpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen to techno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then saw lynelle and her friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then walk walk somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then want go home to the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was very very hot outside northpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i decided to go interchange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then take 811,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bused home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well before home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought some decent green apple milk tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, that's all i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8292556164503242254?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8292556164503242254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8292556164503242254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8292556164503242254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8292556164503242254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3067107301082595122</id><published>2009-08-15T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:52:47.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~excerpts~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3:24 AM - Tuesday, June 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to forget.&lt;br /&gt;i've completely forgotten my care for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'century gothic';font-size:7;color:#E6E51F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 11px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;i&gt;2:01 AM - Saturday, June 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And here I am fighting, fighting&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm fighting not to cry&lt;br /&gt;and that's another reason why&lt;br /&gt;I ought to hate you like I do"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Franz Ferdinand - You're the Reason I'm Leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5538238158967303090-3067107301082595122?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3067107301082595122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3067107301082595122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3067107301082595122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3067107301082595122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/excerpt-324-am-tuesday-june-23-2009-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7485661169864815736</id><published>2009-08-15T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:46:34.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i coined a term&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Emotional Sucide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during chinese class last thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i was wondering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if emotional pain was worse than physical pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if suicide was worse than pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then emotional suicide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is worse than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than phyical suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's when all your emotions jump off some sort of cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's very very horrible i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random, much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just wondering... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7485661169864815736?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7485661169864815736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7485661169864815736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7485661169864815736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7485661169864815736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-coined-term-emotional-sucide-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1235525472166774827</id><published>2009-08-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:33:26.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry &lt;/b&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;i really think i lost.&lt;div&gt;i mean, lost for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other people are winners too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm glad for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've made too many mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've got to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll never understand some things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's ok. because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point of life is to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really should shuttup like i know it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i don't, and that's reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks to all the people who taught me along my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry to all the people who i never really helped them enjoy life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm truly sorry and thankful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel so guilty, and i plead i am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1235525472166774827?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1235525472166774827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1235525472166774827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1235525472166774827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1235525472166774827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-think-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7848541929397005151</id><published>2009-08-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:09:59.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm in Indifference so Innocuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if i'm ever gonna lose;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm never triumphant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't care that people may have won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they haven't made &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; feel lost yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one ever will.&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;i&gt;showing nothing in response is so great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's so harmless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7848541929397005151?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7848541929397005151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7848541929397005151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7848541929397005151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7848541929397005151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-indifference-so-innocuous-and-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3501400371217376742</id><published>2009-08-13T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:29:35.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>none of the world fking gets it huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i hate the word sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorry is meaningless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaningless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;null; void; stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's an overused word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to hear anyone's crap trying to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's already enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'sometimes it's the only word you'll need'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'sorry means sorry'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry doesn't mean sorry if you're gonna hurt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't care whether people think my meaning of sorry if fked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject"&gt;ಠ_ಠ &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shuttup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of you are idiots right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh god, no one understands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noooo ooone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3501400371217376742?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3501400371217376742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3501400371217376742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3501400371217376742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3501400371217376742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/none-of-world-fking-gets-it-huh-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-578179746334815821</id><published>2009-08-13T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:47:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't care.&lt;div&gt;i don't give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not going to say anything that helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never say anything that helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to snarl and hiss in rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, i wish i could kill right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could just jump of a cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll walk down the field and sleep by the oak tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll drift down the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm starting to laugh now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-578179746334815821?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/578179746334815821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=578179746334815821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/578179746334815821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/578179746334815821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3909608758879813381</id><published>2009-08-11T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:33:44.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;UPDATE: + FRENCH SONG, wooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, ok.&lt;div&gt;google chrome did a decent work of putting the toolbar up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting over orginisers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, i'm not pissed that people are reading my organisers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm utterly pissed because they have to steal just to get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the hell did all the "excuse me, lend me your organiser" go off to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh the irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chip's so understanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet so sneaky and unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bleh &gt;&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since the organiser incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think it'll ever be a diary, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just as long as i write stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotto revise, wth, tests...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, french song from Ratatouille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_hdmt4vpBo&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 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3909608758879813381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6412488126962541978</id><published>2009-08-11T03:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:38:57.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wait hold on...&lt;br /&gt;where's my toolbars...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6412488126962541978?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6412488126962541978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6412488126962541978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6412488126962541978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6412488126962541978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2592857445440345957</id><published>2009-08-09T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:53:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not sick, that's quite surprising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, school ndp was ok.&lt;br /&gt;parade was...um, rehearsal-standard.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe rehearsal was already parade-standard!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talentime was ok.&lt;br /&gt;singing was mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;but but!&lt;br /&gt;that weida yoyo guy did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh.&lt;br /&gt;either he starts a new trend of yoyos.&lt;br /&gt;or he'll have more gay fans screaming&lt;br /&gt;"i love you weida!"&lt;br /&gt;"marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv's ndp was. also.&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting?&lt;br /&gt;wow. to me that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid to do hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my friends.&lt;br /&gt;we should be drinking buddies.&lt;br /&gt;go to pub then talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how we can change topics so easily.&lt;br /&gt;like for example.&lt;br /&gt;i start talking about french girls and then we're talking about pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;must do chinese formal letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;now what horror is that?&lt;br /&gt;new format???&lt;br /&gt;oh god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my blog songs.&lt;br /&gt;hear it, and let it blast into your ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2592857445440345957?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2592857445440345957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2592857445440345957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2592857445440345957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2592857445440345957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-sick-thats-quite-surprising.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6236985134664207293</id><published>2009-08-06T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:55:21.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i should either be a philosopher or a physiologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;provided i never get to be a game designer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, here's an excerpt from my organiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chong soon, that friend of mine, understood part of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would be polite if anyone would credit me.&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Reminiscence; nostalgia, is all so soothing. Yet so disgusting somehow. It's like coming out from water and you're all wet, but you want to come back to the cool of the water. However, I know I should never overdo it. Like you could down in the water anytime and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess this is an exception. I'm dry now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's a story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's this boy who jumped off a cliff, away from what he wanted to be away from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somehow, something in him made him grab on and hold back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something? Perhaps a slight force of attachment... nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so, there was the poor boy, holding on to cliff side. Holding on, knowing that his hands are aching; that his fingers are pain and trembling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, the boy wasn't much of a poor soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He wouldn't die falling, he had life down on the green fields below him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He held on not because he was going to die falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He held on because he still wanted to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he wanted to see what he had originally left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But he was hanging on a cliff side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boy had to pull himself up with his aching hands and fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then he pulled himself up in agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pulling together all the strength he had elft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when he inched a peek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was nothing; bare; desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything left when he jumped;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He left everything behind and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything was not worth his anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was shocked; dumbfounded; aghast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he used up all his strength and fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Confused; pained; sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He fell to the fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picked himself up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He looked back up at the cliff wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He didn't care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He did not give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He walked off to the river which had an oak tree at the bend..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6236985134664207293?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6236985134664207293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6236985134664207293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6236985134664207293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6236985134664207293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-should-either-be-philosopher-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7995435081871029938</id><published>2009-08-06T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:03:53.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pretty much a good day.&lt;br /&gt;organiser crap.&lt;br /&gt;the story on the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Chong soon reliability sbq.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tmrw's NDP&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;2nd parade this year.&lt;br /&gt;too bad for the 3rd, GOH's cancelled :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must polish my boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and must burn the music to disc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7995435081871029938?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7995435081871029938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7995435081871029938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7995435081871029938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7995435081871029938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-much-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5741343508587595362</id><published>2009-08-05T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:35:50.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a touching story about a boy who jumped off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;and you're not reading it yet. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5741343508587595362?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5741343508587595362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5741343508587595362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5741343508587595362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5741343508587595362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-touching-story-about-boy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4060938325622303814</id><published>2009-08-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:49:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day, blogger was all so fine.&lt;br /&gt;today, blogger screwed up all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow blogger who know's what would happen.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole post is about?&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;i've been fascinated by it starting of this month.&lt;br /&gt;not really, quite pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's my point of view&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom looked up at the sky seeing the sun rise and set,&lt;br /&gt;he was bored and called it Day.&lt;br /&gt;Then the moon rose and set,&lt;br /&gt;he was still bored and called it Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some stupid reason,&lt;br /&gt;Tom said a period of Day and Night together,&lt;br /&gt;would be called Day.&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows why he thought of that,&lt;br /&gt;Why call it Day, instead of Night?&lt;br /&gt;Or think of a completely new name instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know,&lt;br /&gt;that was just the start of stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;More stupid things happened,&lt;br /&gt;and Tom broke 3 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tom looked up at the sky for a couple more Days and Nights.&lt;br /&gt;He counted with 7 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;And decided to call 7 sets of Days, or Days and Nights, a Week.&lt;br /&gt;And a couple 4 Weeks or so, a Month.&lt;br /&gt;And 12 Months, a Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tom had wasted a year doing all that.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how poor Tom was,&lt;br /&gt;he was still bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tom wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sun just left, what do I call it?"&lt;br /&gt;"The moon left too, what do I call?"&lt;br /&gt;He called it Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see the sun and moon again."&lt;br /&gt;He called it Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was bored.&lt;br /&gt;And what he had now was a decent gift.&lt;br /&gt;He called it Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tom wanted to return to the Past.&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought he knew in the Future.&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to travel there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he took the normal way to the Future.&lt;br /&gt;Simply by living at the pace of Time itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the Future he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did he return to the Past?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, he's History.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4060938325622303814?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4060938325622303814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4060938325622303814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4060938325622303814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4060938325622303814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-day-blogger-was-all-so-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2587387540377057906</id><published>2009-07-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:38:31.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here happier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;and a new month opens up for me and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming events are ndp&lt;br /&gt;my mum's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;teachers day,&lt;br /&gt;um...&lt;br /&gt;more tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes!&lt;br /&gt;blogger's back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was breezy.&lt;br /&gt;math lesson was ok,&lt;br /&gt;chinese lesson was ok.&lt;br /&gt;IT was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reccess ate hokkien mee with prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homec, heng...&lt;br /&gt;i passed.&lt;br /&gt;no more lazy guy,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ace my physics in science.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ace my vitamins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall in, zahidah i/c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reviewed cpr, unconscious and concious choking.&lt;br /&gt;then went off to wet weather rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;put aside, cos i'm not in contingent, only in performance.&lt;br /&gt;then sit there in one corner, look look.&lt;br /&gt;wet weather looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't needed, because that day's rehearsal didn't include perfomance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;went off to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;see the cpr dummy.&lt;br /&gt;then went out.&lt;br /&gt;see sec ones do footdrill,&lt;br /&gt;sec 2's join in.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't wanna be extra, cos i wearing uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i just adviced their hentah khaki.&lt;br /&gt;to land on toes,&lt;br /&gt;not the heel like ncc style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back.&lt;br /&gt;did dummy cpr.&lt;br /&gt;turned out i wasn't so rusty.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted cash today.&lt;br /&gt;$2 ice mountain water bottle&lt;br /&gt;$2 reccess&lt;br /&gt;$2 lunch&lt;br /&gt;$2 cca fund&lt;br /&gt;$1.50 koto badge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2587387540377057906?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2587387540377057906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2587387540377057906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2587387540377057906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2587387540377057906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6877678218776934092</id><published>2009-07-30T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:09:49.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some stuff i want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, it's about techno.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a drug,&lt;br /&gt;you either love it or just vomit it :P&lt;br /&gt;and whatever man,&lt;br /&gt;if techno sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;tell that to other techno listener,&lt;br /&gt;clubbers will bludgeon ya with our bottles of whisky and vodka.&lt;br /&gt;djs will splice ya with their vinyls.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, it's about school life.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much rocky but all so entertaining sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;like this recent day,&lt;br /&gt;mr soo was like&lt;br /&gt;"pinkpinkpinkpinkpink...."&lt;br /&gt;just to tell me that exercise 9.3 belonged to pink file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kelvin and chongsoon&lt;br /&gt;were put as new math reps.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i think we should include girls.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chongsoon knows too much.&lt;br /&gt;too much of a one sided story :P&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, it's about my organiser.&lt;br /&gt;some bloody crap in pencil.&lt;br /&gt;some sense in pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chongsoon (again)&lt;br /&gt;took it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how many friggin times has he taken my stuff???&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, it's about the com&lt;br /&gt;facebook bots,&lt;br /&gt;crush bot, gay bot, sex bot. o.O&lt;br /&gt;MAFIA WARS.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;maple.&lt;br /&gt;lvl 45.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to use all the lvl 50 eq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like buying @cash! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP +parade coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;don't cry me a river,&lt;br /&gt;don't rain on my parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6877678218776934092?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6877678218776934092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6877678218776934092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6877678218776934092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6877678218776934092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-stuff-i-want-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1626511081259533732</id><published>2009-07-27T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:18:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye people, farewell world. nice knowing all of you... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1626511081259533732?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1626511081259533732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1626511081259533732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1626511081259533732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1626511081259533732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-people-farewell-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2717043059937315360</id><published>2009-07-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:22:11.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, blogger's been acting pretty weird lately.&lt;br /&gt;but finally got a decent posting webpage to type into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toolbar's missing and i'm not sure i can't get into html mode,&lt;br /&gt;or am i in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macdonald's for homework and then kelvin's house.&lt;br /&gt;wooh, done both math and chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to know what you've lost.&lt;br /&gt;You can't just get it back,&lt;br /&gt;You have to find it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2717043059937315360?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2717043059937315360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2717043059937315360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2717043059937315360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2717043059937315360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-bloggers-been-acting-pretty-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4505432748857230067</id><published>2009-07-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:16:23.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this irritating itch in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos of the oil there.&lt;br /&gt;*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;today, gonna do homec and history.&lt;br /&gt;maybe eng.&lt;br /&gt;english's too easy lah.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;it's my brother's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nicky!&lt;br /&gt;the house's full of balloons :P&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch harry potter this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4505432748857230067?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4505432748857230067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4505432748857230067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4505432748857230067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4505432748857230067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-this-irritating-itch-in-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3208887890733904825</id><published>2009-07-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:03:39.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a person's life is full of boring details.&lt;br /&gt;most of school life is part of those boring details.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i really have to blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've forgotten how it felt to cry.&lt;br /&gt;that i know that i've held on to guilt so long.&lt;br /&gt;i want to let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never understand the sadness felt by crying.&lt;br /&gt;but i truly need it.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had it for long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3208887890733904825?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3208887890733904825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3208887890733904825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3208887890733904825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3208887890733904825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/persons-life-is-full-of-boring-details.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2848441636056216011</id><published>2009-07-16T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:46:14.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i spent part of the morning listening to techno.&lt;br /&gt;yes, again ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out of the house to school.&lt;br /&gt;took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and i brought my mp4 to school.&lt;br /&gt;so i listened to more techno in the bus ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school.&lt;br /&gt;and went to the bookshop to buy chinese fullscap&lt;br /&gt;and e dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;they sold neither ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to class and the people were already listening&lt;br /&gt;to music.&lt;br /&gt;i showed tj and cs some techno.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the pure techno.&lt;br /&gt;and tj commented&lt;br /&gt;that it just sounded like random beats and some voices ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss lee returned to sch for honouring.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the website to show live broadcast sucked.&lt;br /&gt;ok, not sucked.&lt;br /&gt;the internet connection sucked.&lt;br /&gt;so what if the school revamped all the computer.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;the internet speed's the same as ever.&lt;br /&gt;but i shouldn't much care, should i?&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'm gonna use the sch internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lit.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;understood the balcony scene and inch better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;was ceremics.&lt;br /&gt;Slab work.&lt;br /&gt;bang bang on table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess&lt;br /&gt;om nom nom  'O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e math&lt;br /&gt;switched places with hui ying.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm a lefty.&lt;br /&gt;she's a righty.&lt;br /&gt;and our hands langah to each other sometime &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue&lt;br /&gt;essay.&lt;br /&gt;300 words.&lt;br /&gt;Wo Zhang Da Le ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hist&lt;br /&gt;learnt a new&lt;br /&gt;seemingly better method&lt;br /&gt;for reliabilty sbq.&lt;br /&gt;not suprising some people didn't know what merger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;facts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i've realised the&lt;br /&gt;nerd and filipino maid jokes&lt;br /&gt;were gone already.&lt;br /&gt;but some people&lt;br /&gt;got a bit pissed at jokes at them.&lt;br /&gt;had to throw a spoon at me you know...&lt;br /&gt;maybe too pissed.&lt;br /&gt;guess i should shuddup some time and then.&lt;br /&gt;well, miss yong did shuddup us,&lt;br /&gt;but only briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;stayed back.&lt;br /&gt;chi essay down with 200 words left.&lt;br /&gt;cs and kel had to leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt;soon, i was left with wee seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to finish my essay.&lt;br /&gt;wee seng helped me hand in.&lt;br /&gt;what a good guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to np and ate fresh at subway.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go there for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;so i forgot the ordering procedure.&lt;br /&gt;felt long to finish eating the sandwich, om nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;and 2 cookies, munch munch crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;bused home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at my organiser.&lt;br /&gt;next week not gonna be as pleasant as this week.&lt;br /&gt;test galore on next wednesday, Hist, Geo and Sci.&lt;br /&gt;galore not ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw is rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to get my boots polish-y polished.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not gonna bring my uniform in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just go back home and take it.&lt;br /&gt;since fall in at 1530, 3 30pm.&lt;br /&gt;and school ends at 12 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;off i go.&lt;br /&gt;math basic practise to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2848441636056216011?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2848441636056216011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2848441636056216011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2848441636056216011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2848441636056216011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-856358076535551371</id><published>2009-07-15T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:33:52.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no post.&lt;br /&gt;partly because i've been playing maple lately.&lt;br /&gt;because i've quite lost the blogging mood.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day. just good.&lt;br /&gt;i mean....just simply good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;because perfect is a day when...(excuse me while i take your time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun shines warm and light.&lt;br /&gt;i drive down the French countryside in a car,&lt;br /&gt;in a road amidst the great vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;riding from Paris to Cannes.&lt;br /&gt;in the car boot lies my first aid kit, whenever i need it, whoever who needs it.&lt;br /&gt;(well of course, i wouldn't my first aid knowledge to go to waste, would i?)&lt;br /&gt;and i stop by châteaux.&lt;br /&gt;offering to buy fine wine from the great owners themselves. face to face.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps having an invite over for dinner and a stay overnight?&lt;br /&gt;to sleep in the great man's luxurious guest room?&lt;br /&gt;and out of the window, the mountains stand from the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliss. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh brian, i'm such a dreamer :P&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;took the usual bus to sch.&lt;br /&gt;and as it rained in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;i hummed a song about it. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to sch.&lt;br /&gt;to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiong some geo stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch started with the National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that if u think the NA is a long and dull song.&lt;br /&gt;it's length of 1 1/2 min would drag a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;and the only way to get over with it quick.&lt;br /&gt;is to somewhat enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuanzhi broke mrs wong's record.&lt;br /&gt;or so that's what i think i seen.&lt;br /&gt;stack cups, stack cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history.&lt;br /&gt;ms ong is a kind teacher,&lt;br /&gt;she even offered to print class notes.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, mr lee didn't do such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;previously we just slack the lesson off.&lt;br /&gt;at least ms ong had something going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english.&lt;br /&gt;sick essays.&lt;br /&gt;out of Fakhruz, Brandon and Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;who's the better comedian.&lt;br /&gt;Fakhruz, ooh.&lt;br /&gt;well surprising because kelvin was like the inspiration guy for Fakhruz.&lt;br /&gt;(fyi, i dun rly know how spell F... name correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geo was also ok.&lt;br /&gt;ms cheng and her usual lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and since when did people call me Neil O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was ok.&lt;br /&gt;set the ball.&lt;br /&gt;watch some vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reccess, zx and sydney and cs. zak helm.&lt;br /&gt;and i lent 15 oil control papers -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science lesson was interesting? not.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, so what i learn all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm not so excited as the others.&lt;br /&gt;i don't fidget around my chair and say&lt;br /&gt;'ooh oh! ya, hey... yadayada *insert whatever crap stuff here*'&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i DO react like that.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i won't overdo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i looked around the class,&lt;br /&gt;most of the girls were dreading this class.&lt;br /&gt;like they were gonna die or something.&lt;br /&gt;while the boys were blabbering about questions to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contrast to the commotion made during the male reproductive system.&lt;br /&gt;the whole class fell quiet when it came to the female.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, everyone's enthu gone after the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then math.&lt;br /&gt;mr soo was ok.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;ok???&lt;br /&gt;well, other than asking 'Shuddup'&lt;br /&gt;in the first period.&lt;br /&gt;he became slightly cheerful soon.&lt;br /&gt;tore my 7.3&lt;br /&gt;and had to REDO.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a tear?@?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;math project after-brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go home.&lt;br /&gt;but before that,&lt;br /&gt;went to northpoint,&lt;br /&gt;go top up card $5&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to eat subway.&lt;br /&gt;but no solo seats.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;no eating fresh for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i went kathib market.&lt;br /&gt;buy packet chicken rice + chicken + rice.&lt;br /&gt;and milk tea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home eat.&lt;br /&gt;end of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been using my new organiser with a more organised way to put my quotes.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-856358076535551371?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/856358076535551371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=856358076535551371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/856358076535551371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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church.&lt;br /&gt;mass.&lt;br /&gt;catechism about vocation.&lt;br /&gt;went to northpoint.&lt;br /&gt;ate at kfc.&lt;br /&gt;long time no bandito pockett,&lt;br /&gt;yay. om nom nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;then go library.&lt;br /&gt;borrow roald dahl.&lt;br /&gt;then go popular, buy new organiser.&lt;br /&gt;the previous one took 1/2 a year to fill with crap.&lt;br /&gt;then go watsons, buy the oil control paper for my face.&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;do homec&lt;br /&gt;do roald dahl.&lt;br /&gt;then do geo.&lt;br /&gt;facebook'd&lt;br /&gt;mafia wars. MASTER UNDERBOSS&lt;br /&gt;then maple. LVL'D to 44&lt;br /&gt;um not really so happy.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;but still hey.&lt;br /&gt;fakhruz gonna return to school,&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;and tay min still got 1 wk to go! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch HPATHBP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7562316590441827998?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7562316590441827998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7562316590441827998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7562316590441827998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7562316590441827998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/listened-to-techno-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-977196390567726181</id><published>2009-07-11T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:51:52.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no mood to update recently.&lt;br /&gt;finally had the math holiday assignment over with alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;finally back to normal math lessons, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really messed up.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what going on.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost track of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god brian,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndp rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;lemme whistle my life away...&lt;br /&gt;whistle, whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold a knife and stab people in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored, i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't post at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-977196390567726181?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/977196390567726181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=977196390567726181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/977196390567726181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/977196390567726181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-mood-to-update-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1062931688264806006</id><published>2009-07-06T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:08:38.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPILOUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i look on at the week forward.&lt;br /&gt;i see assignments and projects, due due due.&lt;br /&gt;presentations to show.&lt;br /&gt;questions to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stuff keeps on coming eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my aim in life.&lt;br /&gt;look at me in the first half of the year,&lt;br /&gt;this boy who knew what he wanted,&lt;br /&gt;who's got everyday to look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;every thought; philosophy for it.&lt;br /&gt;every smile, frown, laugh or tear about it.&lt;br /&gt;i've got every reason to live my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the middle of the year, i was to be left at scratch again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i need something.&lt;br /&gt;an inner drive for life.&lt;br /&gt;something that would spark my mind;&lt;br /&gt;a flash in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;i need a new light.&lt;br /&gt;the previous candle doesn't shine as bright anymore.&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/5538238158967303090-1062931688264806006?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1062931688264806006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1062931688264806006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1062931688264806006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1062931688264806006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/epilouge-and-i-look-on-at-week-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8200284613017804326</id><published>2009-07-06T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:44:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, monday blues kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;and from this day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lend my work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed trying to keep track of ppl holding on to my work.&lt;br /&gt;pissed trying to get it back when i want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my mood to face the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away from the responsibilities of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8200284613017804326?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8200284613017804326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8200284613017804326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8200284613017804326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8200284613017804326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-monday-blues-kicked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8505753576398864076</id><published>2009-07-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:25:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to church with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore my favourite polo,&lt;br /&gt;my favourite jeans,&lt;br /&gt;my converse sneakers and bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sneakers were tight. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put the sci book in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;cos i have proj after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;homily about prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathechism&lt;br /&gt;knowing each other more. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like trying out sudden attack.&lt;br /&gt;maybe be pro at it.&lt;br /&gt;so i can stfu all the ppl saying combat arms suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went kfc takeaway,&lt;br /&gt;aw man, no bandito there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to subway today.&lt;br /&gt;but had to go kel hse do sci proj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do proj.&lt;br /&gt;do do.&lt;br /&gt;do finish.&lt;br /&gt;i try out the private server.&lt;br /&gt;quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw youth day, so i should finish my lit tmrw, and some of my math qns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8505753576398864076?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8505753576398864076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8505753576398864076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8505753576398864076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8505753576398864076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-went-to-church-with-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5287365066185218218</id><published>2009-07-03T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:29:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i feel miserable sometimes in school nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;what have i become?&lt;br /&gt;once i was a sec 1 boy who enjoyed lessons,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm a sec 2 boy who can't stand some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's the post for the 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my table seating was okok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;hui ying's a neighbour whose okok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and i've got zhan xing across the gap.&lt;br /&gt;and behind fakhruz&lt;br /&gt;and infront tian jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was ok. new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;miss ong.&lt;br /&gt;i commented that she speaks kinda loud.&lt;br /&gt;well, got used to it on the 2nd lesson.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly didn't care about knowing our names.&lt;br /&gt;teaches waaay better than mr lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was ok. do worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;miss zuraida.&lt;br /&gt;no comments, she's alright.&lt;br /&gt;punctuation worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;MJ's pasing.&lt;br /&gt;discuss stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes,&lt;br /&gt;my walkathon card was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;$11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geo.&lt;br /&gt;miss cheng was absent.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;relief teacher and we talk about Peter Chao yeah.&lt;br /&gt;spread da word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;spread da peter chao to mr cheak.&lt;br /&gt;volley the ball.&lt;br /&gt;pass pass...&lt;br /&gt;we got our ball in the fence.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ash, we got it back.&lt;br /&gt;and one of the guys got their ball&lt;br /&gt;on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;ooh yea, pe lesson for today,&lt;br /&gt;[get a ball down from a tree.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science was ok...&lt;br /&gt;do wkbk wif hy.&lt;br /&gt;she's faster than me, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath was ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do hmwk in afternoon wif the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs,&lt;br /&gt;lit lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm kaur.&lt;br /&gt;srsly, i cannot tahan her lesson, or to be more precise,&lt;br /&gt;her teaching style.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;yes, neatness's part of CA.&lt;br /&gt;pronounced paris wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;the guys comment on my legs.&lt;br /&gt;fk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, bored already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the guiltiest of people: the word 'sorry' loses it's worth and meaning by the next apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7590497890222731385</id><published>2009-07-03T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:09:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i feel disappointed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel i shall have my own choice.&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel guilt.&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;nothing mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my previous self behind.&lt;br /&gt;and it asks "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask him "how?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6804373504437072270</id><published>2009-06-30T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:16:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was boring i must say.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet tomorrow could bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of semester 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus-ed to school.&lt;br /&gt;same old same old ride.&lt;br /&gt;mumbled, or more of talk to myself in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really boring.&lt;br /&gt;stared out of the bus window,&lt;br /&gt;still having my holiday mode in me.&lt;br /&gt;kick it kick it out, c'mon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music was ok, lol.&lt;br /&gt;learnt the chords just before lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was alright.&lt;br /&gt;other than having my work grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring my report, heng...&lt;br /&gt;tmrw hand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue, my accent sucks, lol.&lt;br /&gt;worse than foreigner :P&lt;br /&gt;at least i understood the story.&lt;br /&gt;wooh.&lt;br /&gt;and got some class interaction by zhong.&lt;br /&gt;ask qn here ask qn there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;172cm ???&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;puberty over i think.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must think positive.&lt;br /&gt;i will be tall,&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i wonder whether i will be tall-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, recess, rant about maple.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna play that.&lt;br /&gt;but the guys keep talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;peer pressure....curse peer pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, what was next.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;english, 2 periods.&lt;br /&gt;did the worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;while the sj people xinpeng and michael, and oh yes. weeseng. and yes yes, zah.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;got a hell lot of donations.&lt;br /&gt;leaving me helpless.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not desperate,&lt;br /&gt;helpless.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science was ok.&lt;br /&gt;grouping was alright.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;last thing was the reflections.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense i must say.&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"philosophy made us illusions to the rigid rules of reality"&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;maybe their's wasn't philosophy, it's a real life lesson; advice.&lt;br /&gt;but do we truly need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home.&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to eat out with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;no mood.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's really nothing much to look forward to every morning.&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to have a new chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i know i've ended the previous chapter.&lt;br /&gt;it is and i know it is.&lt;br /&gt;a slight epilouge.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter right?&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...now what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6804373504437072270?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6804373504437072270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6804373504437072270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6804373504437072270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;today was 1st day of sch, sem 1.&lt;br /&gt;waited for 812,&lt;br /&gt;which was kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;cos i could have sworn it came very late.&lt;br /&gt;took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;walked to sch.&lt;br /&gt;sch got something like a gateway,&lt;br /&gt;flu or no flu,&lt;br /&gt;travel or no travel.&lt;br /&gt;book shop was renovated.&lt;br /&gt;go class.&lt;br /&gt;they paint the room green and white.&lt;br /&gt;lol, that means effort wasted, but perhaps was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;some ppl say i look like victor from the back.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;take temp.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, today got no math.&lt;br /&gt;mrs wong was ranting about h1n1.&lt;br /&gt;then chinese.&lt;br /&gt;mdm zhong ask us do journal.&lt;br /&gt;i write about last night can't sleep :p&lt;br /&gt;ecology, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;damn quiet sia.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, sitting arrangement was set.&lt;br /&gt;sit beside hui ying.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;chong soon was sent back home :p&lt;br /&gt;poor guys, but he chiong maple! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;geo, ms cheng nvr come.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;do chi journal.&lt;br /&gt;lit lesson, mdm kaur.&lt;br /&gt;i feel utterly insecure, since she claims that she understands all our body languages.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm gonna try being indifferent, take that!&lt;br /&gt;mr soo came in once.&lt;br /&gt;talk talk about tmrw's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, gotta make the 3rd draft model&lt;br /&gt;CE lesson was...ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;some vid and story about a guy.&lt;br /&gt;same old same old story.&lt;br /&gt;strong willed, determined, supportive family, happy outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot relate with it, c'mon i'm abled.&lt;br /&gt;and what is there to be so strong-willed as he is?&lt;br /&gt;he is right to say that you must accept what life gives,&lt;br /&gt;and in his case, he's not able to try to change.&lt;br /&gt;but in mine, i'm perfectly normal, and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; change.&lt;br /&gt;i just needa know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch,&lt;br /&gt;go cs house to update him stuff.&lt;br /&gt;first thing me and kel saw,&lt;br /&gt;him playing com.&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus-ed back&lt;br /&gt;800 to np.&lt;br /&gt;popular go buy paper for pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;811 to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, off to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tally ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4360104367776747633?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4360104367776747633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4360104367776747633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4360104367776747633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4360104367776747633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-utterly-no-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5160896076027763391</id><published>2009-06-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:23:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is with all the weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;they are completely unrelated with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;10.58am on my watch (which is 18 min faster)&lt;br /&gt;dragged myself to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;at it rained.&lt;br /&gt;the morning so frickin dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to recall any dreams i had.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a super random short scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey brian, take your height"&lt;br /&gt;*take height*&lt;br /&gt;"you're 153 cm!"&lt;br /&gt;*wtf...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5160896076027763391?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5160896076027763391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5160896076027763391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5160896076027763391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5160896076027763391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-with-all-weird-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8923092696316730435</id><published>2009-06-26T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:42:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Letting go is not hard. It's just that you're grabbing on too tight, to something you think you want but isn't there anymore. It's only until when you've realised it truly is, then you let go. And turns out you've been holding on to nothing. Now you've freed yourself, laugh it all off. :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8923092696316730435?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8923092696316730435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8923092696316730435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8923092696316730435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8923092696316730435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-is-not-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7599224823388308486</id><published>2009-06-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:33:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i was doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i was sick of doing the questions.&lt;br /&gt;and i took my psp, and played music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i danced in my bedroom to the beat of Aerodynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakdance, robot. yadayada, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o ,  betcha' never see me dance. hah!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes more dreams.&lt;br /&gt;utterly weird.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: i shall not say the people's name in the dream. cos, hey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was, sitting in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;the seating arrangement was all the tables were at the walls of the classroom, like a square.&lt;br /&gt;and i sat beside a boy.&lt;br /&gt;by the left of my sight of me was another boy.&lt;br /&gt;then there was the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went like&lt;br /&gt;"class, how's your holidays?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one girl said&lt;br /&gt;"stupid lor, brian owes me $8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said in a sarcastic accent&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;owe&lt;/span&gt; you eight dollar&lt;/span&gt;, blah... blah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the boy on my right was like&lt;br /&gt;"brian! why you so bad."&lt;br /&gt;i ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at the boy on my front left,&lt;br /&gt;then he sniggered and i laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7599224823388308486?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7599224823388308486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7599224823388308486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7599224823388308486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7599224823388308486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-i-was-doing-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4148884477877340252</id><published>2009-06-25T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:23:00.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell what the hell what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the fridge and found out the 2nd bottle of sparkling grapejuice was empty.&lt;br /&gt;bloody empty.&lt;br /&gt;no no, it's not half empty or half full.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ze bloody empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the ice-lemon tea bottle was empty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i found a wine glass on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;clear liquid with some bubble.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, gotta try that.&lt;br /&gt;BLEH &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank a mouthful of vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have the stinging sensation in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it, it burns....&lt;br /&gt;even if i rinse my mouth with hell lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;IT BURNS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;[memo to self: taste the an unknown drink with your tongue first before anything else.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4148884477877340252?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4148884477877340252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4148884477877340252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4148884477877340252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4148884477877340252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-hell-what-hell-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7454526554508808789</id><published>2009-06-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:01:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;i had an awfully weird and boring dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking down the void deck in some blocks, seeing some group of schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;then they all glare at me. like i did something wrong o.o&lt;br /&gt;then i just snigger away.&lt;br /&gt;then WOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;there i was, in my flat corridor.&lt;br /&gt;downstairs in the void deck, there was a STAR WARS concert. wth?&lt;br /&gt;and then the same group of schoolmates were beside me. omgwoah...&lt;br /&gt;and they glare some more.&lt;br /&gt;glare and GLARE&lt;br /&gt;i went back inside my house.&lt;br /&gt;then i take lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;chop of their head.&lt;br /&gt;but then their head glare glare some more.&lt;br /&gt;wth lah.&lt;br /&gt;then the Darth Vader theme played.&lt;br /&gt;then i was breathing like Darth Vader. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then...&lt;br /&gt;THEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jumped of the flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;totally unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;crap. what does my dream mean???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7454526554508808789?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7454526554508808789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7454526554508808789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7454526554508808789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7454526554508808789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8473179298974549457</id><published>2009-06-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:41:22.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i hid all my posts away.&lt;br /&gt;html comments.&lt;br /&gt;but still, if anyone tries grabbing my code.&lt;br /&gt;let them, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw away the past behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that all along i had already forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i made myself think i still did.&lt;br /&gt;that all i remember now is just nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out to my problem.&lt;br /&gt;my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, that's the past.&lt;br /&gt;and i fare thee well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;now on to my post.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;went to do homework with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;and as expected, we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;and we played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a new map.&lt;br /&gt;which was the void deck of chongsoon's house.&lt;br /&gt;and it was waaay better than any other place we've been playing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//TATICS//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;territorial power:&lt;br /&gt;some silly wankers could camp in the staircase and shoot thru the windows&lt;br /&gt;but is vunerable from low ammunition and close combat from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stealth:&lt;br /&gt;some sly fellas could run or sneak thru the dark corridors and pillars or the sides alleys to backstab the enimies.&lt;br /&gt;but is vunerable from being engaged with more enemies than what can be handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strategic:&lt;br /&gt;two people. first person distracts enemies to own territory, retreats, where the second guy can ambush.&lt;br /&gt;but is venerable from loophole in strategy and be attacked from blind spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raw power:&lt;br /&gt;very simple and basic. engage enemy in combat, face to face with little or no cover.&lt;br /&gt;or surround enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't finish my math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8473179298974549457?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8473179298974549457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8473179298974549457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8473179298974549457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8473179298974549457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-i-hid-all-my-posts-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1119652936261357844</id><published>2009-06-23T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:22:27.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[25 days after 28 May]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and...i finally give up.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;but i'm impressed i finally did when i got on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;previously i felt bitter.&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know why i feel joy,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really much care. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly i would have let go.&lt;br /&gt;but how stubborn i was.&lt;br /&gt;i was grabbing on to such an absurd impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;and soon i found out, i was only slipping.&lt;br /&gt;and there is completely no point pulling myself up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"but there is this flight confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want a angry refund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want a sad escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want a true happy exit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i choose eh?&lt;br /&gt;i chose the true happy exit.&lt;br /&gt;my true happy exit.&lt;br /&gt;without you, i won't die. but with me, perhaps you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's my true happy exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i leave now.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look me into the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i've failed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;i've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've left with failure.&lt;br /&gt;but you don't care, you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;do you care?&lt;br /&gt;do you care that i've now failed to understand you?&lt;br /&gt;that you need me to understand you?&lt;br /&gt;tell me, what for?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you asked me to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i've completely forgotten my care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;and say hello to everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1119652936261357844?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1119652936261357844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1119652936261357844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1119652936261357844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1119652936261357844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/25-days-after-28-may-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-331334963985960277</id><published>2009-06-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:20:59.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, this totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;6 days left.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i have only 4.&lt;br /&gt;because saturday i have sjab agi goh rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;sunday have church.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't be able to see myself actually doing homework on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i think it this way,&lt;br /&gt;some people are called to do some particular stuff.&lt;br /&gt;some are called to singma.&lt;br /&gt;my call is the agi goh,&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting to mention the others who are also in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;today is homework day.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start with english summary.&lt;br /&gt;then literature qns.&lt;br /&gt;then math.&lt;br /&gt;then soon i'll do my portion of geo proj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-331334963985960277?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/331334963985960277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=331334963985960277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/331334963985960277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/331334963985960277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-this-totally-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5818444531419395667</id><published>2009-06-22T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:21:22.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- mon deiu...&lt;br /&gt;oh mon deiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; i'm going to see those eyes, and no apology may rise, because i know i'm a leaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5818444531419395667?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5818444531419395667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5818444531419395667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5818444531419395667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5818444531419395667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/mon-deiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4271853925190249836</id><published>2009-06-22T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:21:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't what part of me hates what i've been writing.&lt;br /&gt;it just think it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but yet, once i log on and create a new post.&lt;br /&gt;i've got always something to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give myself every reason for every action.&lt;br /&gt;that every 'rash' and 'unthinking' action had a reason.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm human; i know my mind that point wanted to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the reason does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give myself every reason to know you're not there.&lt;br /&gt;that you never were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's in the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i place my fingers and palm against&lt;br /&gt;the mouse and keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes facing the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have any reason i want to know you're somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere there; sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give myself every reason you are there,&lt;br /&gt;because there is.&lt;br /&gt;and even if you hide,&lt;br /&gt;i give myself every reason you were there.&lt;br /&gt;because there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because as long as you too;&lt;br /&gt;fingers, palm, eyes.&lt;br /&gt;there's alway someway i know&lt;br /&gt;you typed, clicked and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;how awful this world is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wouldn't it be terrible,&lt;br /&gt;if i knew more.&lt;br /&gt;that soon i might see,&lt;br /&gt;every step, touch, sight, sound, thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;someday...--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-4271853925190249836?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4271853925190249836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4271853925190249836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4271853925190249836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4271853925190249836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-what-part-of-me-hates-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1500751357434738687</id><published>2009-06-21T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:19:46.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel like apologising.&lt;br /&gt;to whom about whatever.&lt;br /&gt;to whoever and whenever.&lt;br /&gt;but apologising seems so bland, pointless, null, void; meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for every wrong I've done, i do, and might do.&lt;br /&gt;Because I realised what I've done is stupid;&lt;br /&gt;What I do is irritating;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I might do more, because I feel so rash and unthinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might do more, because...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly sorry&lt;br /&gt;Because I now fail to see what I saw in you last time.&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw you as someone better; now I see you as nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;And soon I might fail to see the good, and only the worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's my fault why I fail to see.&lt;br /&gt;That you did no wrong and every wrong is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Because I fail to think and I think you did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because I fail to care and I act so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Because I fail to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you would rather ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;just avoid me...&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i can't think of a better way but to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;but yet i fail to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;though i know i might be forgotten...--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1500751357434738687?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1500751357434738687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1500751357434738687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1500751357434738687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1500751357434738687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-apologising.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-756075771312076074</id><published>2009-06-20T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:16:30.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm at the library.&lt;br /&gt;and i brought my psp.&lt;br /&gt;which can't use wi-fi because i didn't sign up for &lt;a href="mailto:wireless@sg"&gt;wireless@sg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and my psp bat is left with it's last bar.&lt;br /&gt;today is sinma comp.&lt;br /&gt;at xinmin sec.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i went to church, so i couldn't see the action.&lt;br /&gt;but since when was there any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find a book i wanna borrow.&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently i went to watsons to buy my deodarant.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, Nivea for men.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't choose Addidas,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so athletic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, last week of school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold.&lt;br /&gt;time has flown fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 mins for my com usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh, i rather go back home and play com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-756075771312076074?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/756075771312076074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=756075771312076074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/756075771312076074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/756075771312076074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-im-at-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5453419051112037041</id><published>2009-06-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:07:58.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i feel like putting my blog songs as French House.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Bangalter?&lt;br /&gt;haha, u've never heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ate butter bread with my brother for snack, he prepared the bread and butter...&lt;br /&gt;and me as the older brother.... I simply prepared the drinks :P.&lt;br /&gt;lazy much?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;because i finished chap 3!&lt;br /&gt;minus some qns which i never think i learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, i think i can actually finish math by the end of this holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5453419051112037041?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5453419051112037041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5453419051112037041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5453419051112037041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5453419051112037041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-i-feel-like-putting-my-blog-songs-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8932557972684122514</id><published>2009-06-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:20:35.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- after reading some other people's lovesick posts.&lt;br /&gt;they're so desperate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;like they lost everything they had.&lt;br /&gt;like they wanted nothing they could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lovesick?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of love.&lt;br /&gt;i gradually let go of eveything,&lt;br /&gt;but there's always a short burst of sourness.&lt;br /&gt;there's still bitterness i have.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i'm letting go.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i lay in bed last night, past midnight:&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at the my previous self in love,&lt;br /&gt;because there's no point having that self back,&lt;br /&gt;because that self would turn into what i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i don't want anything to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- on the last day of holidays, i hope that i would have wrote the last of such post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;because in school, i'm going to see those eyes, and no apology may rise, because i know i'm a leaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8932557972684122514?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8932557972684122514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8932557972684122514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8932557972684122514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8932557972684122514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-reading-some-other-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6740249781743298997</id><published>2009-06-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:19:08.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[9 days left]&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- well, i've been very rash lately.&lt;br /&gt;but i can never take my words back.&lt;br /&gt;but it's already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can always hold another's hand in dance. while i walk out of the ballroom drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world spins around me as you fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got denied.&lt;br /&gt;that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;but this is a fact we must face:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;we can forget what one did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;we can never forget one we see everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;but still, good enough.&lt;/span&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;finished chap 3 qn 10.&lt;br /&gt;but fk that.&lt;br /&gt;i still have projects to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6740249781743298997?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6740249781743298997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6740249781743298997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6740249781743298997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6740249781743298997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-days-left-well-ive-been-very-rash.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5776891072791521999</id><published>2009-06-18T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:37:26.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kinda screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;and as i lay down on my bed past midnight,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that today was over, and tomorrow would come.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow would be today. that today is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{10 days to school]&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;how many student do you think would have done the math homework?&lt;br /&gt;when i can hear from my friends that people have been playing the days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadyada.&lt;br /&gt;i laugh at the success of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;google? no.&lt;br /&gt;RSS? no.&lt;br /&gt;grab source code? no.&lt;br /&gt;get invited? no, i was excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what the heck, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be off to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;plan to finish chap 3 today.&lt;br /&gt;screwed all the assholes who ask me not to.&lt;br /&gt;screw time that which i lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5776891072791521999?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5776891072791521999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5776891072791521999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5776891072791521999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5776891072791521999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/kinda-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3548260065852145252</id><published>2009-06-18T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:18:21.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel guilt that brings bitterness to my tongues and heaviness to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3548260065852145252?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3548260065852145252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3548260065852145252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3548260065852145252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3548260065852145252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-guilt-that-brings-bitterness-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3674134848198813707</id><published>2009-06-18T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:08:08.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;i'm shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;how the hell i've become so rash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;what happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;like i don't give a damn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;like i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;because there is not to care too much anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;oh, what have i got to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;shut up brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;i'm starting to get disappointed in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;yet i feel i should laugh, oh what a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;i'm very afriad somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;that i've hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;that i will again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;i feel as though i must forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;that i'll never write such posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;because it's pointless and meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;bland and null; void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;i'll never get anything back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;why would i want to get anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;what do i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;if you can't forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;if it's the only way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3674134848198813707?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3674134848198813707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3674134848198813707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3674134848198813707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3674134848198813707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-shocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8983644108755968973</id><published>2009-06-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:11:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;finally found my Philosophy of Problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"The World's out there for You, smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But no, not the Troubles, You see them but they were never there for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes we just unfortunately think they were.&lt;br /&gt;And by reminding ourselves, we must Forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solving Trouble is a waste of Life and Time.&lt;br /&gt;Because Trouble is always there.&lt;br /&gt;But Life and Time is something that we lose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;//contradiction;clash with quote&lt;br /&gt;        "i must face the harsh truth of reality which philosophy only made us show ignorance"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8983644108755968973?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8983644108755968973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8983644108755968973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8983644108755968973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8983644108755968973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-found-my-philosophy-of-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7063564221945109540</id><published>2009-06-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:08:46.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;oh shut up Voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;shut your hisses and snarl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;because you're me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;and i don't need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;or perhaps i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;because you may have helped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;troubles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;what troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;why do i chain myself against the stone wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;why do i toss and turn myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting up myself an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;let me let myself go of the rigid rules of life.&lt;br /&gt;because it's my life!&lt;br /&gt;and never have i put myself such rigid-ness.&lt;br /&gt;let me calm myself.&lt;br /&gt;i should never turn in the way of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, Voice.&lt;br /&gt;let me laugh with you at my silliness.&lt;br /&gt;oh, so so silly.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~yes, silly friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;indeed you must laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;laugh with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and when you have done laughing at thy self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;laugh at the rest of the silly fools who a troubled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;they are jesters to the King of confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;because we don't need troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;they were never there for us.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7063564221945109540?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7063564221945109540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7063564221945109540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7063564221945109540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7063564221945109540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-shut-up-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7092803818984372190</id><published>2009-06-17T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:09:19.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;the voice that hiss and snarls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~haha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;the abusrdity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;oh i see this small lad in the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;whimpering like a limp dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;let me throw a stone at him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;he so stubborn he ignores the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;he so confused he doesn't see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;he tosses and turn within the chains i strap to him against the stone wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;oh shut him up would i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;oh would i just shut up too would i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;let me fly around the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;laughing at me facing my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;because it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;it's never there for me."&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7092803818984372190?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7092803818984372190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7092803818984372190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7092803818984372190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7092803818984372190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/voice-that-hiss-and-snarls.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5753539448117631112</id><published>2009-06-17T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:09:47.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why can't i just convince myself?&lt;br /&gt;hesitant?&lt;br /&gt;why am i hesitant?&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to lose, do i?&lt;br /&gt;what am i holding on to?&lt;br /&gt;why am i?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;why what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something still lingering in my head.&lt;br /&gt;yet to be wiped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;it is easy.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just making it hard.&lt;br /&gt;in what way?&lt;br /&gt;why am i saying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find a single philosophy that can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i'm holding on to a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;very very stubborn i am.&lt;br /&gt;i just won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;even though my fingers ache and my arms go week.&lt;br /&gt;i fucking won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my minds in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter.&lt;br /&gt;bitter.&lt;br /&gt;bitter.&lt;br /&gt;bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time shall heal the wounds?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time?&lt;br /&gt;it's the thing that gives me problems.&lt;br /&gt;it's the thing that keeps counting down&lt;br /&gt;to the days i'm going to face.&lt;br /&gt;to the problems in those days.&lt;br /&gt;time's the thing that i know i'm losing currently.&lt;br /&gt;yet i know i'm getting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what???&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;why don't i just run away?&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't face anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't smile for the world that's out for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;because i cannot understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i answer my own questions.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what people see of this post.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;yet i care about me.&lt;br /&gt;yet i still wonder.&lt;br /&gt;yet i still think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;what what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could cry.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't.&lt;br /&gt;and it's because of me me me.&lt;br /&gt;i bloody hell feel bitter.&lt;br /&gt;just bitter deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...&lt;br /&gt;argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pointless!&lt;br /&gt;null&lt;br /&gt;void&lt;br /&gt;blank&lt;br /&gt;meaninglesss.&lt;br /&gt;bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot.&lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i can.&lt;br /&gt;will i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;and i fucking know i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5753539448117631112?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5753539448117631112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5753539448117631112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5753539448117631112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5753539448117631112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-this-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8030539585394827470</id><published>2009-06-16T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:14:25.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hair&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="221"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1132847732226"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1132847732226" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="352" height="221"&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/5538238158967303090-8030539585394827470?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8030539585394827470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8030539585394827470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8030539585394827470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8030539585394827470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hair-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6274606923376892965</id><published>2009-06-16T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:44:25.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;here is a boy, who sits in front of the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;the lights are out.&lt;br /&gt;the computer table is dim lit only by the screen itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clicks the link second to the last of the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wednesday, May 27, 2009; 5/27/2009 09:18:00 PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thursday, May 28, 2009; 5/28/2009 06:24:00 PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;he still remembers; still remembers sadly...&lt;br /&gt;not knowing whether he even should.&lt;br /&gt;but it feels so bitter sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't give damn, yes?&lt;br /&gt;he should care, no?&lt;br /&gt;because a goodbye is a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;but he still remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6274606923376892965?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6274606923376892965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6274606923376892965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6274606923376892965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6274606923376892965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-is-boy-who-sits-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1092056722295847939</id><published>2009-06-16T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:16:08.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of correction tape, my calculator battery is getting low and i'm going to need some foolscap paper.&lt;br /&gt;well, that totally put a halt in my math homework.&lt;br /&gt;sucks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll go out now to the bookstore and buy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1092056722295847939?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1092056722295847939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1092056722295847939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1092056722295847939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1092056722295847939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-unfortunate.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6347579136132142181</id><published>2009-06-15T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:12:28.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcrffNt4NME&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/tcrffNt4NME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an average/casual techno listener think its a waste of time in their life hearing a track with the same beat all over again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but the real techno listener would be willing to put their time into understanding the song, its gradual change within the beat, and exclaims it indeed a masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the music in the radio, mtv, tv, Top 10 hits or whatever is called Mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;is where majority of the world is too lazy to find the music they want and just simply accept Mainstream as excellent. Because most of society says so too.&lt;br /&gt;Mainstream music give everyone understanding and meaning immediately in just one listen without putting much thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;techno has its meaning embedded deep down in it tunes.&lt;br /&gt;and different meanings come out by every change.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the listeners responsibility to infer the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, some it would take 10000 times of listening just to appreciate it for any other average listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;techno says every meaning you want to hear if you make yourself want to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that's amazing.&lt;/span&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/5538238158967303090-6347579136132142181?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6347579136132142181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6347579136132142181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6347579136132142181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6347579136132142181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/averagecasual-techno-listener-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5374475433670080970</id><published>2009-06-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:20:12.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've made this song,&lt;br /&gt;month before.&lt;br /&gt;though i've never completed the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you think i give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about your love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you think i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of all the boys you talk with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the girls you gossip with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your beautiful glare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your hypnotic stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i don't give a damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about your love life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall it end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i don't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i don't give a damn, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i'll go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mountain, sea and sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to say goodbye goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but as i leave i cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with tears upon my stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because i know i've left you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll just walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaving you right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps i will smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time shall heal the wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon i sigh.&lt;br /&gt;soon i sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5374475433670080970?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5374475433670080970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5374475433670080970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5374475433670080970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5374475433670080970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-made-this-song-month-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-9127613471978156954</id><published>2009-06-15T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:06:58.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a coward voice.&lt;br /&gt;cowering and insisting,&lt;br /&gt;"it's not my fault"&lt;br /&gt;scared at your sadness.&lt;br /&gt;afraid to help, might it be worse.&lt;br /&gt;screamed at and jeered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but truly, it is sorry.&lt;br /&gt;it's just...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-9127613471978156954?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9127613471978156954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=9127613471978156954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/9127613471978156954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/9127613471978156954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-coward-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8741961099007665332</id><published>2009-06-15T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:30:27.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for once, i'll laugh at the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;your sadness.&lt;br /&gt;my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sadness is stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is absurd, all so funny... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8741961099007665332?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8741961099007665332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=8741961099007665332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8741961099007665332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/8741961099007665332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-once-ill-laugh-at-sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-1472444180948292715</id><published>2009-06-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:52:48.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never cried for a long time, and to be honest, I never really cried when I said I did.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted when I should.&lt;br /&gt;But now I wish I could, because crying is a wonderful feeling; proper for the sadness I now carry deep down.&lt;br /&gt;I welled up all tears, and felt utterly bitter.&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go of them.&lt;br /&gt;I tried, truly I tried, but no tear flowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cried, perhaps happiness would follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can doubt my words I've said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doubt my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doubt my honesty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doubt my regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doubt my sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But never doubt I once loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1472444180948292715?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1472444180948292715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1472444180948292715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1472444180948292715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1472444180948292715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-never-cried-for-long-time-and-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5533962883538560103</id><published>2009-06-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:52:35.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, my holidays are officially robbed from 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;should i call the police or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, just finished till qn 7 of chap 2 of the math workbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering the many parts per qn, i did quite a hell lot of sums.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;still have projects to finish...&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my spare time, which is extremely rare.&lt;br /&gt;i try to recall the past.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;the start of another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5533962883538560103?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5533962883538560103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5533962883538560103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5533962883538560103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5533962883538560103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-my-holidays-are-officially-robbed.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4590301895447952055</id><published>2009-06-12T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:38:15.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is techno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;techno is the music with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the beats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it puts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bounce to the ounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes your feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harder, better, faster, strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Da Soul, it Da Funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's if it is not music.&lt;br /&gt;it's sound!&lt;br /&gt;sound can be noise or voices.&lt;br /&gt;and yes!&lt;br /&gt;you can appreciate the noise to.&lt;br /&gt;if you can stay in the city with the noise.&lt;br /&gt;listen to the noise manipulated;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tweaked and twisted to harass your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or listen to the beats and the flow.&lt;br /&gt;feel trippy and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jump to the beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move your body with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, while you people listen to mainstream music;&lt;br /&gt;pop, rock, bleh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i listen to sidestream.&lt;br /&gt;i don't follow society.&lt;br /&gt;screw society.&lt;br /&gt;why should i? why should we?&lt;br /&gt;if some societies could screw up into war, hate.&lt;br /&gt;would ours too?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;pop's nice, rock's nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i search for my own music.&lt;br /&gt;i don't look up to the internet and see&lt;br /&gt;the Top 10 hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics? lyrics? bleh.&lt;br /&gt;if you think lyrics are all so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;with the vocals and everything.&lt;br /&gt;we should as well sing our lives along.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, maybe we 'love' each other songs we talk&lt;br /&gt;and be each another fans???&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing my blog song to DJ techno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subgenre: Techno Dance&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/5538238158967303090-4590301895447952055?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4590301895447952055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=4590301895447952055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4590301895447952055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/4590301895447952055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-techno-techno-is-music-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-8490407097884696950</id><published>2009-06-11T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:24:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tragedy is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all may want the truth, but sometimes we hate to face it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so we love fantasising; creating lies and illusions of a world we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from reality we quite hate to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-8490407097884696950?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-3449509350414124714</id><published>2009-06-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:04:10.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...&lt;br /&gt;i went to henderson waves yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;the family walked thru mt faber.&lt;br /&gt;so, here's some pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya6tQ1dB8wk/SjEbntarFLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3HUP_2JJoqQ/s1600-h/DSC018770006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya6tQ1dB8wk/SjEbntarFLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3HUP_2JJoqQ/s200/DSC018770006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346084601685808306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-3449509350414124714?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3449509350414124714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=3449509350414124714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3449509350414124714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/3449509350414124714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ya6tQ1dB8wk/SjEbntarFLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3HUP_2JJoqQ/s72-c/DSC018770006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-2904975936912775365</id><published>2009-06-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:04:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mind's been tossing and turning in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;struggling at the fact that i'm losing time.&lt;br /&gt;i've 17 days left of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and i've my math and projects to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every hour of every day could be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;just using the computer,&lt;br /&gt;going to singma,&lt;br /&gt;going out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i could have done my hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 days is a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday isn't a holiday at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-2904975936912775365?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2904975936912775365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=2904975936912775365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2904975936912775365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/2904975936912775365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-minds-been-tossing-and-turning-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-9213201839849675223</id><published>2009-06-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:59:40.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did some random quotes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you ever have a feeling you've been walking through some path again, again and again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing that you've been walking through it again, again and again; that it's too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet walk again, again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not because you want to, but because you have to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-9213201839849675223?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9213201839849675223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=9213201839849675223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/9213201839849675223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/9213201839849675223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-some-random-quotes-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-7553381759835266065</id><published>2009-06-09T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:53:57.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after playing Gang Garrison 2.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that this generation of gamers&lt;br /&gt;has too much of 3D games already.&lt;br /&gt;give them a pixel-style game, with 8 bit music.&lt;br /&gt;they think or say it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i wonder if they completely forget that&lt;br /&gt;we play games for the gameplay,&lt;br /&gt;not just realism.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps realism is part of gameplay.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;just wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to singma.&lt;br /&gt;will be back home late. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-7553381759835266065?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7553381759835266065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=7553381759835266065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/7553381759835266065'/><link rel='self' 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(including me)&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;4.20pm should be enuff to reach HQ by 6pm, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want mrs lim screaming yadayada&lt;br /&gt;at my face.&lt;br /&gt;oh c'mon. i tried my best already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-1370100498267583123?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1370100498267583123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=1370100498267583123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1370100498267583123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/1370100498267583123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-5572785526351697898</id><published>2009-06-07T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:26:16.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simple summary of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch at northpoint&lt;br /&gt;went to causeway point with my family.&lt;br /&gt;played a demo of FEAR 2, omfg nice&lt;br /&gt;bought Test Drive Unlimited for PSP&lt;br /&gt;bought me brown sneakers&lt;br /&gt;ate mos cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to play Gang Garrison 2!&lt;br /&gt;and TDU is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-5572785526351697898?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5572785526351697898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=5572785526351697898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5572785526351697898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/5572785526351697898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-summary-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-6015893013767193243</id><published>2009-06-06T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:31:57.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinmal casualty, once more.&lt;br /&gt;3rd time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at yishun mrt station ealiest.&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks to be early.&lt;br /&gt;becos you need to wait for the other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;god, who also knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7.50&lt;br /&gt;most came.&lt;br /&gt;called quan en, ws and micheal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quan en and micheal no response.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't do cpr.&lt;br /&gt;(pardon the lame joke)&lt;br /&gt;wee seng&lt;br /&gt;"uh, i a bit busy today"&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out.&lt;br /&gt;let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went the usual train with timothy, zoey and thian soon.&lt;br /&gt;we assumed xinpeng, bernice, tarilyn went to hq themselves.&lt;br /&gt;lol, they were left behind late.&lt;br /&gt;met up we them at lavender station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked the usual walk to hq.&lt;br /&gt;like i said in the last sinmal post.&lt;br /&gt;i was getting pissed by going thru this route.&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;i lightened myself a bit by looking at the insignificance of things.&lt;br /&gt;i got myself interested in the simplest of surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;numbers, license plates, signs, shops.&lt;br /&gt;even the way the light shone on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached hq,&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;yadayada&lt;br /&gt;mrs lim was talking.&lt;br /&gt;and scolding.&lt;br /&gt;about the ambulances' hair.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they gel'd they're hair side parting.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough&lt;br /&gt;G.I. haircut&lt;br /&gt;cough &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when everyone left the room&lt;br /&gt;the prof came.&lt;br /&gt;yet to know his name o.O&lt;br /&gt;we met a new casualty.&lt;br /&gt;from NUS high school&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;he was from china.&lt;br /&gt;over-aged student.&lt;br /&gt;15 years old, sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;meddled with his portable tv.&lt;br /&gt;while we played some games,&lt;br /&gt;they played some games.&lt;br /&gt;and we played with a dust ball and a wooden twig.&lt;br /&gt;omg, so childiish.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;like those kampung kids.&lt;br /&gt;*play with wood twig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casualty for long case.&lt;br /&gt;spinal for the 3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;i alwats kena spinal injury.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;every case they slot me in those cervical collar.&lt;br /&gt;yet they never adjust it.&lt;br /&gt;i could turn my neck left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;time flew by again.&lt;br /&gt;they let us go early&lt;br /&gt;at 1pm instead of 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;the ppl stayed&lt;br /&gt;and then i walked out&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to wait for whoever and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to lavender.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of where to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;at a snack meal at mr bean.&lt;br /&gt;met up with timothy again.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why he also went off early.&lt;br /&gt;took&lt;br /&gt;EW line to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;NS line to dobhy gauht&lt;br /&gt;NE line to serangoon&lt;br /&gt;C line to bishan (yes, i wanted to try ride on the circle line)&lt;br /&gt;NS line to kathib.&lt;br /&gt;bought packet chicken rice back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="100" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/UZSsYD74sMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/UZSsYD74sMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quoted from Franz Ferdinand - You're The Reason I'm Leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're the reason I'm leavin&lt;br /&gt;If I'm leaving we don't stop livin, you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Singin' well, fare thee well, fare thee well, fare thee well&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving, yes I leave it all to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And here I am fighting, fighting&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm fighting not to cry&lt;br /&gt;and that's another reason why&lt;br /&gt;I ought to hate you like I do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5538238158967303090-6015893013767193243?l=pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6015893013767193243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5538238158967303090&amp;postID=6015893013767193243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6015893013767193243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538238158967303090/posts/default/6015893013767193243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pplaythatbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/sinmal-casualty-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Neil Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04420145750652129334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538238158967303090.post-4967924835928840424</id><published>2009-06-05T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:35:11.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" width="424" height="76" src="http://www.justachieveit.com/justachieveit2.swf?d=Attended+Class+Outing&amp;gs=12&amp;s=y" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was&lt;br /&gt;class outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to yishun mrt.&lt;br /&gt;first to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;so i waited and waited for the guys and girls to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" width="424" height="76" src="http://www.justachieveit.com/justachieveit2.swf?d=I+WANT+MY+10+MINUTES+BACK&amp;gs=15&amp;s=y" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore my white polo tee i wore during a funeral last year.&lt;br /&gt;not that it mattered anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought my nerf.&lt;br /&gt;though i wasn't even gonna play it.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't for the day.&lt;br /&gt;not that it too mattered anyway ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" width="424" height="76" src="http://www.justachieveit.com/justachieveit2.swf?d=Nothing+Mattered&amp;gs=0&amp;s=y" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 ppl came.&lt;br /&gt;hoorah :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, fast forward to the vivocity part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivocity at 11.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go to Toys r Us with the guys&lt;br /&gt;woah, ok.&lt;br /&gt;limited edition clear maverick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dickson with his cash,&lt;br /&gt;wants to buy $.$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//command.simplify?=summarize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa&lt;br /&gt;beach&lt;br /&gt;hot sand&lt;br /&gt;volleyball&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;photo&lt;br /&gt;wet&lt;br /&gt;jj lost specs D:&lt;br /&gt;veryveryvery fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ash paiseh sia.&lt;br /&gt;he kena pull down shorts in the sentosa express.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" width="424" height="76" src="http://www.justachieveit.com/justachieveit2.swf?d=You+Got+Pwned+In+Da+Pants%2C+mate&amp;gs=0&amp;s=y" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;went to burger kind with kelvin and dickson.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered bk fish.&lt;br /&gt;it sucked :X&lt;br /&gt;the filet was burnt.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;but i ate and swallowed the burger up, of course with some chewing and biting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toys r us&lt;br /&gt;dickson bought his clear maverick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mrt-ed back home with the 2 guys&lt;br /&gt;met up with the class again at dobhy gauht&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna watch some movie in yishun&lt;br /&gt;i no mood.&lt;br /&gt;tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;i would have slept in the cinema zzz=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alighted at kathib.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna waste cents in 811.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" width="424" height="76" src="http://www.justachieveit.com/justachieveit2.swf?d=55+cents+Savior&amp;gs=55&amp;s=y" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard techno song&lt;br /&gt;benny benassi - rock and rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i hope you noticed the achievements.&lt;br /&gt;you deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" width="424" height="76" src="http://www.justachieveit.com/justachieveit2.swf?d=Read+My+Post%3F+Thanks%21&amp;gs=20&amp;s=y" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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