<?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-1401615569139589087</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:29:28.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i l l u s i o n s  o f  a n  i c y  f o r c e</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401615569139589087.post-1712780124668345752</id><published>2008-09-22T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:30:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ENROLLED AS TEMASEK POLY STUDENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k later going down to the school to finish the enrollment crap by giving the damn letter to the admin section cause i don't like to wait for documents to be delivered lol cause its mai roflcopter and it goas SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k nights ya all niggas, it's been a nice weekend =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[VipeR]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1712780124668345752?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1712780124668345752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1712780124668345752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1712780124668345752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1712780124668345752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1712780124668345752' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3223360428607210430</id><published>2008-09-21T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:41:09.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeping of the dust from this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th sept 2008 - went to clubbing at Gotham with Roy, Luel, Leonard, Melissa, Poh Min, Melissa's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can say wasn't a bad experience from the last time i went clubbing at DXO, maybe due to the age group of the people there =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway was SHIOK! should have more hangouts like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[VipeR]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3223360428607210430?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3223360428607210430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3223360428607210430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3223360428607210430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3223360428607210430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3223360428607210430' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-2321990137227480122</id><published>2008-07-23T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:45:55.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i were to love you again, would you give me a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-2321990137227480122?l=thethirdlane.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-1401615569139589087.post-1765140977288761396</id><published>2008-07-14T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:46:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unless you say it, I will not forgive myself for the things I have done to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1765140977288761396?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1765140977288761396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1765140977288761396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota, a game which i shunned, 3 years ago after i found myself with a bleak future after series of defeat. now, i set myself for competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began with a teammate called violet, who i randomly met online on bnet. he played a few rds with me and told me certain things about the clan when i wasn't around. after that he asked me if i wanted to go for competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after i played almost every night non-stop, repeating the exact same thing i did 5 years ago, but this time i had a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to 1 night in bnet, was playing with a group of random people and there i got to know this female player (can't really confirm 100% that she was a girl) but yeah. she was friendly and a great dota i came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she taught me some of the advanced technics of dota for 5v5 and 2v2. and as u know, sometimes you can't help with feelings. i sort of 'fell' for her =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this didn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 night while playing dota with her. was expecting a nice last game with her before my work starts on half a day later. somehow things didn't went the way i wanted to, some guy just denied her chance of 'farming' and she got pissed. she told me to custom kicked that guy but i didn't respond to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left, me in a disarray. now i'm trying to find back the pieces that gave me motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1947052311887327341?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1947052311887327341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1401615569139589087.post-5146528129317015572</id><published>2008-03-31T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:59:55.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EA games, DOWNLOAD everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats my motto for EA, since they sucked so badly on games that i would rather watch grass grow than playing their games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since they took over Westwood, not even a single game caught my eye except for Need For Speed: Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbon was a fucking failure although thats the only racing game i have left in my com, BUT i didn't love that game as much as MW, or even the previous installation, Hot Pursuit 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standards of gaming is going down, even worse when EA is trying for world dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a plague going through the whole world and we gamers, are trying to find a cure or alternative for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the world is coming, my 1337 nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how worse the Command and Conquer 3 Kane's Wrath fare after getting the title 'No.1 expansion to the RTS game of 2007, C&amp;amp;C3.' will this be the cure? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5146528129317015572?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5146528129317015572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5146528129317015572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5146528129317015572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5146528129317015572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5146528129317015572' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-7550759297064430790</id><published>2008-03-27T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:03:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn..</title><content type='html'>*yawns* This is one of the reasons why I refused to go JC, and now am refusing to go NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew someone who went JC but ended up, said that she wasted her life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An "A"-level cert doesn't do much, IMHO..it just proves you were graded by a bunch of people from Britian XD Oh, so it makes it easier to go into Uni, yeah yeah..but I'd rather get my diploma and head out to work (so that I have more money to spend on myself~, and wangan~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double yawn* I could have gone to JC, but I think...it changes people. If I was at JC, I'd not have known these few great people right now. I'd not have made myself happy - I'd be letting myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly, go away. You stay in your own world, and we'll stay in ours. You can't burst our bubble - but if you're jealous..hate the game, not the player..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, puh-lease, stop with it 'I am so high and mighty' tone..you know that those who are higher, tend to fall harder~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Wangan's going so-so for me now. Saturday outing, anyone? Rusco's gonna be there XD *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-7550759297064430790?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7550759297064430790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=7550759297064430790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7550759297064430790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7550759297064430790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7550759297064430790' title='Yawn..'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-746187777537251621</id><published>2008-03-26T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:24:23.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i dont understand why u must put on emphasis on your links are all girls? why. scare pple doesnt know you're popular among girls? well. i doubt that's the case.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pwnage. Maya is a GIRL. You thought she was some show off boy? Well you thought wrong. Stupid. And nothing wrong for a girl to talk about girls. Jealous you don't have enough girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because he sounds retarded. seriously. does all ITE guys talk like you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are supposed to believe that he's retarded just because YOU THINK he sounds that way? I think you are, so you'd better be then. Seriously. Do all Woodbridge detainees talk like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woo. somebody defending the ITE people. the fact is the most ITE students are or going to be society rejects what. HAHA. Well. if i am one. so are you maya. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't defending ITE people, we're defending our friend. Well the fact is that most people who talk like you are shrivelled little introverts who grew up friendless and now want revenge against this poor world who didn't give them enough friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP. This is not the way to make yourself look cool or popular. If you think so then you're a sadder waste of oxygen then i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to be a JC student who looks down upon ITE people. Well i can tell you one thing. I think most JC people are stuck up idiots who think themselves superior, but the sad truth today is that the JC grad cert isn't worth even shit. Grow up. I feel sorry that you've wasted 2 years in JC and accomplished peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you aren't i don't care what you are then. The 3 of us know we're better off than you, so go ahead and flame freely. Might amuse us a little bit here and there, but when we're bored we'll just go enjoy the lives we have while you amuse yourself talking to your computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-746187777537251621?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/746187777537251621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=746187777537251621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/746187777537251621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/746187777537251621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#746187777537251621' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3490246666016979577</id><published>2008-03-08T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T04:24:58.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Final Moments...</title><content type='html'>2nd May 2006 - the 1st day we stepped in this ah-beng/dangerous/deliquents/god-forsaken school called, ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th March 2008 - the final day we step out from the same school, not as deliquents/good-for-nothing people. that is the day we step out as better people than what we were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 years of suffering, enjoyment, was a meaningful one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friends i met, were incredible and beyond what i imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT1C, IT2Q, the legendary class of year 2006/2007, these people are -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zixiang&lt;br /&gt;HafizM&lt;br /&gt;Derrick&lt;br /&gt;Tian Fu&lt;br /&gt;Zong Lun&lt;br /&gt;Juhardy&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Nani&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;HafizA&lt;br /&gt;Yiquan&lt;br /&gt;Xing Quan&lt;br /&gt;Jie Ren&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;br /&gt;Barry&lt;br /&gt;Wendi&lt;br /&gt;Zhibing&lt;br /&gt;Kah Hao&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;Adrian&lt;br /&gt;Yang Sheng&lt;br /&gt;Howe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, you have made my life wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now only final hurdle is upon us. the final C maths exam. the final run to freedom. lets make a history in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'when you go, just know that i will remember you.' you guys have left a memory of yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;trust me i will remember you guys, after all i named myself 'accurate' the 1st time we intro-ed each other in ms Tiffany's class at 14-07 =] till we meet again my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3490246666016979577?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3490246666016979577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3490246666016979577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3490246666016979577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3490246666016979577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3490246666016979577' title='the Final Moments...'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6484952906430306977</id><published>2008-03-02T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:11:04.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/R8pKNCquNeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-tN4O4mwG6M/s1600-h/lolcats-funny-pictures-leroy-jenkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/R8pKNCquNeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-tN4O4mwG6M/s200/lolcats-funny-pictures-leroy-jenkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173028709903250914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LEEEEEEROY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6484952906430306977?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6484952906430306977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6484952906430306977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6484952906430306977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6484952906430306977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6484952906430306977' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/R8pKNCquNeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-tN4O4mwG6M/s72-c/lolcats-funny-pictures-leroy-jenkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401615569139589087.post-4230407139095673687</id><published>2008-03-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:03:29.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvLjZLWdTeU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvLjZLWdTeU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET VIDEO NIGGAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4230407139095673687?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4230407139095673687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4230407139095673687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4230407139095673687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4230407139095673687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4230407139095673687' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-7417248435161086831</id><published>2008-02-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:30:15.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Maya and Rustic Corporation on being an item... Well, almost one :D Happiness is good, and i'm glad you've finally found a good person after looking high and low and in the most miserable of corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW ME SOME DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a... Rather nice day. Like, really rather nice and happy day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 shirts for CNY. 2 BLACK shirts. 2 BLACK AVENGED SEVENFOLD SHIRTS. OMG. HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fuck CNY tradition. Imma live my life my way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's a nice and happy day without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how your mere presence can make such a difference. Moment i notice you, my heart skips a beat, then flutters madly in it's little cage. You never fail to put a smile on my face, even though you probably don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I mean, a happy sigh. Just thinking about you even as i type gets me smiling and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that you'd be in my life with me, but i suppose that's still quite a far way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that you're always in my thoughts, no matter what i'm doing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost slammed a door right into you today (oops). Feel kinda bad about it. I'd have opened that door more carefully than handling a million dollar painting if i had known that you were behind it :D Guess i did startle you a little. Ah but what the heck. Even seeing you surprised and er, giving that little exclamation was - i guess there's no way to be subtle here - cute. Like, really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh crap i'm gonna have to wipe that crazy smirk off my face again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have my heart. Not just for the most part, but always." - A7X adaptation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be realistic, i might have to spend a long time just liking you quietly. A really long time, perhaps. Which might not lead anywhere. But i suppose i'll be content with this for now, because i'm serious about liking you and i'm not gonna do anything stupid - slash - foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think you're a really special someone though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He thought about you, the one he likes so much, at 9:29 pm -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-7417248435161086831?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7417248435161086831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=7417248435161086831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7417248435161086831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7417248435161086831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7417248435161086831' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-137226295501862909</id><published>2008-01-20T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:41:07.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long road down. And along the way, i've taken a shine to several girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess finally i made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy i did, because there's no more guessing and wondering and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the next step: How do i take this one step further?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like, so near yet so far. Same school. SAME faculty. SAME year. SAME course. Hell, SAME OPTION SELECT. But of all the people i know, i don't know her. Sigh. Nor ANY of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i'll have to depend on YJ and C to "help" me out in this. Well, more or less anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why am i so attracted to her? I'll say what i've told everyone. Well, everyone whom i wanted to let in on this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cute, kinda sweet in her own way. She's always like, so happy and cheerful. Never frowning. Never sad. Seeing her smile and laugh always; heart-melting. Absolutely. Smiling to myself quietly when she's around, lost in my own world. A world i hope she might fill some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind isn't busy thinking about something urgent, it always wanders off to that part where i store my memories of her. Hmmm. Happy to let it wander i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that's all for now. She makes me really happy. Hope i'll be able to know her better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i can tell her one day: "J, i think you're a really special someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-137226295501862909?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/137226295501862909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=137226295501862909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/137226295501862909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/137226295501862909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#137226295501862909' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8695691438409897621</id><published>2008-01-17T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:03:21.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sad friends, it's time for some LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.techrepublic.com.com/career/?p=139&amp;amp;tag=rbxccnbtr1"&gt;http://blogs.techrepublic.com.com/career/?p=139&amp;amp;tag=rbxccnbtr1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8695691438409897621?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8695691438409897621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8695691438409897621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8695691438409897621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8695691438409897621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8695691438409897621' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3222504693096831908</id><published>2008-01-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:26:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok new post time! Because i'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: Needs to stop thinking so much. A bad past has been settled, now it's time to move on and be happy. Think of the "thankfully-now's" instead of the "if-we-didn't's". If you get what i mean :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Needs to stop piling on the hate. Too much anger is bad. There is BSG now! Let her be the future. Stop looking back on before. You can't hate forever bro. SMLE MORE. Like the martian on your shirt LAWLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey: (although i'm not sure if he reads TTL) Same as Maya. Move on and be glad. Learn more GG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: NEEDS NEW CUTE GIRL. I think. No la i just want to find someone whom i love and can depend on. And who loves me back, obviously. The search continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it went anywhere in the first place. Oh well. /facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my stupid cough i keep *cough* coughing *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cough :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3222504693096831908?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3222504693096831908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3222504693096831908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3222504693096831908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3222504693096831908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3222504693096831908' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6513327161993614353</id><published>2008-01-16T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:00:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Damn, the Wangan races felt so good yesterday! XD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for the time guys =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6513327161993614353?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6513327161993614353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6513327161993614353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6513327161993614353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6513327161993614353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6513327161993614353' title='Handicaps'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8495789850589876413</id><published>2008-01-15T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:14:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;well. He -is- cute. But I just know him only, so I don't wanna chiong. Scully scare him away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friday. Friday most likely meeting at Bugis. Mass Wangan slamming, blocking and pushing. Mass OR2/SP extreme drifting..Only hope is that he is around so I can beo him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You know, when I read through one of -his- SMSes (as in, ex-him), he was saying that he wanted to keep the Claddagh ring that I gave him to remember me by. But he also is telling me that he feels so much hurt. I'm just curious as to why he would want to keep something that reminds him of the pain.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know it could mean that he wants to remember the good times that we had. I'm wearing a Claddagh ring also, but I will point the tip of the heart out, to show that I'm currently available. But my heart still longs for him at times. I didn't leave him because I didn't like him anymore, but because I needed to stop giving everyone heartache.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Was this the right thing? He said he would even change his handphone number after returning me the stuff he borrowed from me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm not emo, I'm just..sad and confused.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maya&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8495789850589876413?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8495789850589876413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8495789850589876413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8495789850589876413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8495789850589876413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8495789850589876413' title='wtf?'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6219104099448568945</id><published>2008-01-12T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:13:39.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinner at billy bombers yesterday was fun! together with joel, michelle and melissa, although he cannot click with the both of them first time meeting(i was the almost the same LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was laughing quite alot cause those 2 were talking about their good old days they had in school, cranked me up a little but not to the extent of heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before me and joel went to met them at cathay for dinner, saw my 4th ex on the way from suntec(after a game of hotd4). kinda pissed me off when i started to think of what she said to me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop me from hating something/someone, when i had some bad past with them. it's like a poison which grows after you eat it until somebody gives you the antidote, which in this case, nothing in this world could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe if you guys saw me as somewhat cold or not talking much, this is the reason behind why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random facts about ice&lt;br /&gt;- i get pissed when i see people i don't like =/&lt;br /&gt;- i walk away as i try not to see them/they seeing me. it's an eyesore&lt;br /&gt;- either all quiet or suddenly becomes decisive on which route to take to a destination after seeing somebody i dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6219104099448568945?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6219104099448568945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6219104099448568945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6219104099448568945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6219104099448568945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6219104099448568945' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-2474100948868169325</id><published>2008-01-10T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T03:33:12.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;doing flash,&lt;br /&gt;think of her,&lt;br /&gt;was all i am doing since 8pm on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. tired.. i guess this is what will happen if you got no ideas for animation and suddenly thought of some when the deadline draws near. it's like a double edge sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might do better as compared to those who submitted first cause you can re-adjust what you have made, but you also have a risk of not completing it, resulting a bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i can't help it since i was like this since young to keep thinking of what to do and scramble through before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear God, the only thing that I ask of You,&lt;br /&gt;is to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm much too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; who can be true to you,&lt;br /&gt;but I left her when I found her,&lt;br /&gt;and now I wished I'd stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again.. Oh no..&lt;br /&gt;Once again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some of the feelings i have now are written in this song, Dear God - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i feel emotional now. gotta stop and go to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess life isn't always a smooth sailing one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-2474100948868169325?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/2474100948868169325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=2474100948868169325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2474100948868169325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2474100948868169325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2474100948868169325' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6521785881082271922</id><published>2008-01-06T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:37:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another road, a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;long crossed the line, don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;i take the journey forth, push back memories fond&lt;br /&gt;its all i can do to keep on going strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glance backwards, takes me to tears&lt;br /&gt;brings back the past and the chilling fears&lt;br /&gt;always left feeling so lost and spent&lt;br /&gt;wanna let go but don't seem like i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone save me from these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;for so long i've tried, so long i've fought&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna die with them clinging on&lt;br /&gt;save me now before i'm too far gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6521785881082271922?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6521785881082271922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6521785881082271922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6521785881082271922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6521785881082271922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6521785881082271922' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4462194444004593196</id><published>2008-01-04T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:41:29.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol maya too early to say anything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i try to maintain a friendship distance with her 1st. if got chance i definitely will go after her, also not so soon, got bloody army to go to -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TEAM BULLET FTW! lolol pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya you want some uber hard aeroplane shooting game? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4462194444004593196?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4462194444004593196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4462194444004593196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4462194444004593196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4462194444004593196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4462194444004593196' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4484680224155108725</id><published>2008-01-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:23:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the optimism my dear Maya. Unfortunately, given the current situation, i don't dare to say too much yet. I barely know anything about her right now... But i sure wouldn't mind knowing more, given the chance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Drew, well, i think i'd best let him speak his words himself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the ring! Seriously, i've been wanting a new ring for a long time... This will be an awesome gift :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team BUL7ET for life, homie =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4484680224155108725?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4484680224155108725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4484680224155108725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4484680224155108725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4484680224155108725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4484680224155108725' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8982967798921401742</id><published>2008-01-03T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:55:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like both J and A are gonna get attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really a happy new year now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna..well, soon, give you guys your long, over-due birthday presents XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice, the chain for the pendant dun buy. I get for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE, have to wait a bit for the ring, coz i got a wrong size..Just realised my finger size is about the same as both of yous. Which means Team Bull3t FTW~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8982967798921401742?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8982967798921401742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8982967798921401742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8982967798921401742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8982967798921401742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8982967798921401742' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3506212287399119823</id><published>2008-01-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:08:05.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one single question went through my mind tonight when i saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel comments: "She's my KOFG to Drew's BSG. He met her at a bus stop; my memories are of her playing KoF, hence the name. And on a side note, she has a hairstyle reminiscent of Kula from KoF, whom she plays rather well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how, i ask myself? How do i get to know you? For weeks i've silently watched while you effortlessly beat the CPU at KoF. It isn't hard to beat the CPU, that much i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's how you play that first caught my attention. There are many girls who play fighters, that's for sure. I remember beating a Millia scrub at GG at Bugis some months ago, and she wasn't too bad looking. Not unlike you. But case in point: she was a scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not. It's true that i don't know a damn thing about KoF, especially Max Impact. But fighting games are in my blood, and i can tell by instinct. You are way more than a random scrub. How many times have i seen you already? You play your Kula with precision and a skill that's unseen in any girl who plays KoF. Hell, it's unseen in any female fighting gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you. And your Ninon and Mai aren't half as bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so attracted to you? To be honest, i can't say for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one, you look very pretty to me. Revealing sluts are dime a dozen. You're not like that. You don't feel the senseless need to show off all the skin you can like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend says that you look like a plain jane. Nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps that's it then. I don't want someone exotic, or attention seeking. Not someone who shows off all the skin that she can, or dresses crazily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You're simple. And after all the complications i've been through, maybe i've decided that simple is still the most special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's one thing that's truly special about you, it's the dedication that i feel you've put into your hobby, your passion, whatever you might call it. Maybe that's the other major attractive feature about you that draws me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you tonight, and that made my day. In fact, the sole reason i wanted to go down today was because i had hoped to see you, knowing you frequent there. And i thank God for making my wish come true, because i saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice me? I don't know. I think so. I hope so. And i hope that it wasn't with a negative connotation that you did, because whenever i see you, i feel happy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it i feel for you now? It's not love, that's too early. But i know that it isn't just a mere infatuation or a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an attraction to a rare gem. Rare in this gaming world that i call my second home. Amidst a myriad of uber-revealing sluts, useless players, and of course, males (duh), you're a rare find that i have this powerful attraction to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this draw towards you, this special person who seems to share my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my next step? I don't know. I've never been shy or hesitant around new people. Strangers. Hell, i went around wishing random people "Happy New Year" on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it comes to someone i'm so powerfully attracted to. Someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my feelings develop further? That i can't say for sure. Only the Lord knows the future. But right now, i would quite like them to. But only if you reciprocate. And it is with a fervent wish that i pray you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're quite like nobody else i've ever known. And that's what i like about you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3506212287399119823?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3506212287399119823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3506212287399119823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3506212287399119823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3506212287399119823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3506212287399119823' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5948733816909086101</id><published>2007-12-24T06:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:25:02.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w007 it's 1337 time this w33k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NFS ProStreet&lt;br /&gt;-Randomness&lt;br /&gt;-WoW fan made movie&lt;br /&gt;-Manhunt&lt;br /&gt;-Driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yeah. lets go 1 by 1. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFS:PS - got a 12k drifting score on Autopolis 2nd map. i still wanna get more cause it seems possible to get the bloody-15k-score. i almost went nuts at ben's house, drifting for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness - cooked up a comic strip with my friend about this below-average looking girl who was our schoolmate i saw at the arcade yesterday. laughed until i have to press on my stomach to ease the pain. mirror crack FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow fan made movie - tales of the past I, II, III. legendary. you guys must watch one day although you guys are no wow players lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manhunt - at last for 5 months, that 3 discs had been staying at my computer table until today i went to install it. fun to kill people with plastic bags and small glass shards. w007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving - haven't got to take the basic theory test, i am already having a small practical test from a friend who is a respectable driver. was fun, especially on my birthday =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of topic - VECTORS. maya should know this very well. i continued a flaming war against vector with jasper, maya and some other random people on the forums for the shiok of it. it's like a long time since i had this kind of 'internet war' with other people. FUN. feels like a mage has seen an enemy; some asshole decide to brag about everything, casting a spell; thinking of what to flame the idiot, fire the spell at enemy; POST REPLY. w007 1337 w33k. lol ok im tired. gonna go slp soon lol. 6.30am G_G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5948733816909086101?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5948733816909086101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5948733816909086101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5948733816909086101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5948733816909086101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5948733816909086101' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5137704404696500210</id><published>2007-12-16T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:44:25.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>her:"what should i do to make you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well these words aren't for me by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BSG&lt;/span&gt;, but for another guy, who has the same intention as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every girl feels happy when some guy treats her sweet, sends her flowers on her birthday. god damn i wish that person was me, giving flowers not only on special occasion, but randomly, just to see her smile, makes me fly to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact is, just by seeing you at the bus stop months ago and getting your number, was one of the things which i will never regret in life. never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her :".. but just that i dun wan to get into relationship."&lt;br /&gt;me:"mm scared the same thing would happen again?"&lt;br /&gt;her:"hmm.. just no feelings for any guys."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:"he might never know if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; can find another 1 like you, maybe thats why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; confessed"&lt;br /&gt;her:"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im just a normal girl which can be found anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; in that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;it pains me to see you typing this, saying that your a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;no you're not a normal girl to me, thats for sure, something happened in the past which triggered the past, reminiscing, flashing back that certain thing which i did i couldn't forget after a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday's coming, will be hanging out with the J.A.B., the Bull3ts, the Al Pacino. these are the people which i hold loyalty and faith to. brothers and sisters to me since i got an elder brother who doesn't stay with me cause we have same mom, different dad, the only child in the family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she  &lt;/span&gt;always encourages me when im down with family problems, school stress, etc. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;that i can, at least, hang out with you for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope is such a splendid thing.&lt;/span&gt;" -Goldman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it is, absolutely, Goldman, although your dialog is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new song coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5137704404696500210?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5137704404696500210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5137704404696500210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5137704404696500210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5137704404696500210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5137704404696500210' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6670088245401703731</id><published>2007-12-15T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T06:05:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having read Mr HZH's blog since his update popped up in my email, i've realised that in some ways, he's quite the exact opposite of me. Now, note that i do not know him well, and therefore, what i think of him is based on what is reflected in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that HZH likes to calculate. Alot. Even in his analogies about life, the universe, everything (COOKIES for anyone who can tell me where this reference is from. i'm serious. email/sms me by the end of the year), HZH likes to calculate. He has interesting mathematical charts about much of the stuffs he ponders about on his blog (it looks interesting to me, but i've no wish to analyze it because i'm adverse to doing too much math when i'm bored. no offence to him though, it doesn't reflect a badly written post), be it about score, or money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel AKA F.E is SO different. Like, seriously totally absopositutively different. I'm a kind of person who likes to live life by the moment. That's not to say that i don't plan ahead, but only when i need to. Which doesn't happen too often, i can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money - Let us say that i have $50 for the week. I'd usually allocate maybe 30 for the week to food, 10 for gaming, and the other 10 for any casual use. Magically, i can spend like $30 within the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork - Let us say that i've just received a project brief for the next 8 weeks. I spend the first week planning to do this by week 2, this by week 5, this by week 7, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it all goes to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning is a funny thing when you are Joel. Because i almost never follow my plans. I can spend some nights COMPLETELY unproductive. Then spend another few nights working my damned ass off (and i won't deny that it's partly because of my previous unproductiveness), although i must say that when it comes to work, i sometimes get into moods whereby i want to keep doing. And Doing. And DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps it is this way of living my life, this spontaneous-ness in me (note: i may have used the word spontaneous wrongly, but who cares!), that makes me enjoy life so much. That is, when i'm not in one of my crazy moods (when i start writing sad lyrics, you know it's one of THOSE times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why i enjoy fighting games so much, because rather than being able to plan for them (like in most shooting games), you'd have to play on reaction. You'd have to adapt on the spot, fight by the moment. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. In some ways, you might say that my love for fighters reflects the way i live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example time! Let's compare two scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling off a full combo on any given stage in a shooter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling of a picture-perfect combo against any random opponent (NOT the CPU).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the shooter, the full combo depends largely on knowing the location of the enemy, their style of attack, the order in which to kill a mob, where to place your shots for maximum effectiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is thrown out of the window in the case of a fighter, whereby everything depends on you reacting to your opponent's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the beauty of fighters, and i urge gamers everywhere who have not given this genre a chance, to just try it out. You don't have to be as skilled as Match, kaqn, or Justin Wong in order to enjoy this beautiful genre. The rewards will come naturally as you take the little bit of time to learn and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, the first time you pull off that pretty combo you've been learning over and over again, in a real match, on a real opponent, in reaction to what he's done against you, you will scream. Aloud or in your heart, i leave that to you. But you will scream. And cry. In the most intense feeling of satisfaction since the ubiquitous orgasm. In fact, you might call this the fighting gamer's orgasm. Such a feeling is beyond a sentence's description, and must be experienced by oneself to fully comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, with the above sentence, i come back to my main point: the difference between the calculated lifestyle of HZH, and my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, what better way to illustrate this point then to read everything above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, insane as it is, i did not plan beforehand to type everything i did. I meant this to be purely about lifestyle differences. But look where i ended up! Digressing into my passion, my love. Truly, mine is a personality that goes in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about this world though, is that you will never have everyone agreeing with you. And if this beautiful blog i share with 2 very close friends were instead a publicised blog, i'm sure that there will be much criticism of this rather "dangerous" way of living. I'm sure that i will be heavily criticised by much of the mainstream population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might regard me as childish, naive, and prone to failure. But what guarantee do they have that their lifestyle is the perfect one? By the results they achieve? Unfortunately, "result" is relative to the person who achieves it. My satifaction from perfecting that fighting game combo may result in the same satisfaction as someone else scoring full marks on an exam. But will he be able to view my satisfaction as comparative to his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not. Let me give one more example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I compare gaming to be just as beautiful a sport as soccer. But if i got a dollar for everyone who disagreed with me, i'd be the most filthy stinking rich person on this beautiful planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, i will never forsake my love and my passion in exchange for results recognisable by the mainstream. Because that's who i am. That's who i love to be. And that's the way i want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i hate the mainstream, and the inevitable conformity that follows being part of it. This is why i'm unique. This is why i'm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i suppose, this is why i love English in a country that loves to corrupt it. And why i hate chinese (the language, not the people. i am A-OK with my race) in a country filled with it, and it's many dialects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Lady Sovereign's hit song: If you love me then thank you! If you hate me, well, fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe my views aren't as extreme. But LS is quite the unique person, breaking out in a genre that consists mainly of blacks (LS is white), and in a genre that consists mainly of males (LS is a GIRL, in case you didn't figure that out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, a WHITE GIRL in the rap culture. Amazing! And truly, one to be respected. *bows in respect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this has all been quite an insane rant, one which originated from a comparison of lifestyles. Who else would do such a thing at 5am in the morning?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, i'm me. And i love every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6670088245401703731?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6670088245401703731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6670088245401703731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6670088245401703731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6670088245401703731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6670088245401703731' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-883707426168195395</id><published>2007-12-09T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:14:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. 3 celebrations are up for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my birthday&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas&lt;br /&gt;-new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wishlist for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-new com&lt;br /&gt;-new tv&lt;br /&gt;-red psp&lt;br /&gt;-laptop&lt;br /&gt;-chiong down BTT with no problems&lt;br /&gt;-iPhone&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;new girlfriend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-883707426168195395?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/883707426168195395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=883707426168195395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/883707426168195395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/883707426168195395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#883707426168195395' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4581690051625822989</id><published>2007-11-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:07:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the second dying&lt;br /&gt;the cycle repeats itself&lt;br /&gt;don't seem like i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;without a sense of self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeper it goes&lt;br /&gt;push it through again&lt;br /&gt;a twisted smile i offer&lt;br /&gt;no longer any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no blood no tears&lt;br /&gt;none to be shed&lt;br /&gt;not worth the effort&lt;br /&gt;but it's like i bled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light that pyre high&lt;br /&gt;no longer any lost face&lt;br /&gt;by you i've been bound&lt;br /&gt;forever, burn my trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sinking finality; and so, it begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4581690051625822989?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4581690051625822989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4581690051625822989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4581690051625822989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4581690051625822989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4581690051625822989' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1698932373066469000</id><published>2007-11-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:20:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well.. its been ages since i came back here to post LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok was busy lately doing some video, 'simple' calculator, and maths assignments from school.&lt;br /&gt;they suck. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway the video might be uploaded on my friendster acct later for viewing or i dunno see how =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a help of a friend, i got to know more things bout her ^^. maybe i will use that as an advantage to maybe as a relationship with her? let fate decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY HELLGATE HAS A NEW PATCH FOR GOD SAKE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1698932373066469000?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1698932373066469000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1698932373066469000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1698932373066469000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1698932373066469000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1698932373066469000' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8809133676466857566</id><published>2007-11-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:58:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER WAVE~</title><content type='html'>Like in the title, what are we gonna do about him arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want him to keep messaging like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Regrets also don't like it. I don't want them to start brawling or something like that when they next meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point..find one day all go Bugis hang out? How about Tuesday, 20th Nov?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8809133676466857566?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8809133676466857566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8809133676466857566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8809133676466857566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8809133676466857566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8809133676466857566' title='POWER WAVE~'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8419633148644016775</id><published>2007-11-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:50:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK IPOD SPOIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all my sch work stored in ipod all gone -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of u have any thumbdrive lend pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think cause of fucking sch com spoil my ipod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8419633148644016775?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8419633148644016775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8419633148644016775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8419633148644016775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8419633148644016775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8419633148644016775' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6413182915160737595</id><published>2007-10-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:11:05.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/RydOee863YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t5t9IXd0NNI/s1600-h/OurSecret.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/RydOee863YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t5t9IXd0NNI/s320/OurSecret.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127152986396220802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Teh Secret' by i-dunno-what-to-put-for-team-name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is not a actual movie. just a video assignment which i have to do in a group. we picked a story on how sad a love story can be. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture was edited from this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/RydPyu863ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ItLUR82390/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/RydPyu863ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ItLUR82390/s320/DSC01359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127154433800199570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh? LOL. was some candid shot by our 'director' ZX by request from 'actress' NANI when she wanted to take some nice photo. wOOt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW HELLGATE: LONDON RELEASE PARTY! 3PM@FUNAN! LETS GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6413182915160737595?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6413182915160737595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6413182915160737595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6413182915160737595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6413182915160737595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6413182915160737595' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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/_yrbydi2Vbes/RydOee863YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t5t9IXd0NNI/s72-c/OurSecret.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401615569139589087.post-1962538232830668693</id><published>2007-10-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:57:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today, i had my first of two days work at the OCBC roadshow as event staff. And BOY, were there so many interesting people. Today was a classic showcase of the ugly side of the older generation of Singapore. Like, really, sometimes i wonder who needs to teach who some manners and morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: Lucky draw game where you put your hand into an air filled chamber to pull prize slips from a constantly blowing fan that circulates them randomly. Normally, contestants put their hand in before we start the fan but... Well, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1: This old man is so desperate for our freebie of a SINGLE PEN that he cheats his way and tries to bluff us into allowing him to try for the lucky draw twice. And the prizes, in all honesty, suck. This is before we were forced to implement mandatory name-recording for all participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2: Due to stock constraints, we could only hold the draw once an hour for the first 10 customers. This OTHER old man is so desperate for the free pen that, due to our new rule, he opts to sit in front of the tent for A WHOLE HOUR just to get the pen. Not to mention that he was sulking away like the proverbial candy-deprived-kid. Like, dude, you could fucking buy a BETTER pen in that hour. Even an hour's work at MacDonalds would earn you enough to easily buy TEN PENS. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3: Apparently, this old man feels that playing the lucky draw game is SO fun, he offers to help other people pick their draws. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4: A true classic, and the best case of all. This woman, who shall henceforth be referred to as the Greedy Bitch, comes forward with FOUR OCBC cards (one card per shot at lucky draw) to claim four tries. Fine. We painstakingly record down her retarded name FOUR times. She puts her hand in. And complains that she can't see the prize slip for the grand prize. Like, DUH, retarded, that's why its the grand prize. It wouldn't be so grand if there were 500 slips right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a staff kindly points it out to her. And WHAT DOES SHE DO? She fucking grabs at it like the greedy bitchy vulture she is before i turn on the fucking fan, and claims to have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say no. So she sulkily grabs a normal prize slip (while putting the grand prize slip in the center, where the chamber's physics prevent it from being blown up immediately) and tells me she doesn't want the fucking pen. She wants another go. Fine, since she got FOUR CARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the fan. IMMEDIATELY, greedy bitch grabs her treasured prize slip from the "safe spot" and claims to win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say no. What does she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy Bitch tells me that this is a stupid game because there's only one grand prize slip; how to catch it amid maybe a hundred more normal prize slips? HELLO FUCKER, THAT'S WHY ITS THE GRAND PRIZE. That's why YOU want it so badly as to embarass your fucking self in front of all the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that i am being unfair to her by not letting her win even though she got the grand prize. Hello, fucker, you tell me WHO is unfair? All my other participants put their hands in up to half their forearm, YOU put your WHOLE fucking hand inside and dig, fuck you, your hand so big go shove it up your ass and dig, don't dig around like a fucker in the prize chamber. All my other participants INCLUDING the winner of the only other grand prize randomly grabbed at the slips, YOU pre-plan all your greedy actions until like that. Well, fuck you, no grand prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since greedy bitch didn't get her ill-gotten gains in the end, she throws the grand prize slip to the floor, and tells me she doesn't want the free pens, and that she is ANGRY. Oh YA? You DARE to get angry at me, you motherfucker? Who's the one cheating her way blatantly in a LUCKY draw? Fuck you i hope you die on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she then kicks up a huge fuss, attracting the attention of both on-site event managers, who come over to see her yell her fucking ass off at me (while i stand there with the fakest. smile. ever.). Both managers (hopefully!) know that i was following event rules and moral rules, and did not attempt to reprimand me for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. After that, i sincerely wished for every ambulance that passed by (there were at least 2) to contain her bloody, mangled, indescribable corpse inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of this story? The grand prize wasn't a PSP, and iPod, nor a laser printer. It was a CHEAP-PROBABLY-WAREHOUSE-REJECT-APPROXIMATELY-$12-OVEN-TOASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD. FOUR FUCKING CREDIT CARDS AND YOU STINGE OVER A FUCKING CHEAP TOASTER OVEN? If you have so many cards go fucking buy some $12 000 high class pimped out toaster oven, why come waste your time and, more importantly, MY FUCKING TIME on my $12 prize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are part of the "older generation" that we are supposed to respect and learn from? HELL, FUCK NO. Fuck societal norms, i'm spitting in the rotten faces of the greedy and the cheating. No matter how fucking ancient they are. Learn some manners and morality before you want to teach me a shit. Or you ARE the shit. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apply my 4-letter accronym pwnage to you: F.O.A.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF AND DIE. Preferably by way of a falling toaster oven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1962538232830668693?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1962538232830668693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1962538232830668693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1962538232830668693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1962538232830668693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1962538232830668693' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1135026612595073413</id><published>2007-10-24T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:10:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my mom who thinks that i sit by the com for hours playing game is wasting my time away just because im a ite student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to train for gxl dota with a clan mate, then she fucking comes into my room and starting to shout like a mad bitch. so pissed off i told my friend i come back later for more training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now got some bad news from friend who is in the team for gxl, said that he could not make it for the compe cause he has to do major project from school and the team is off. she must be damn happy that i will not waste more time on gaming and focus more on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. thats what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1135026612595073413?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1135026612595073413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1135026612595073413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1135026612595073413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1135026612595073413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1135026612595073413' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4167767295439453909</id><published>2007-10-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:23:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she added me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she's not free this thursday/friday cause i asked her earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she will inform me on when she is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4167767295439453909?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4167767295439453909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4167767295439453909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4167767295439453909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4167767295439453909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4167767295439453909' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3261117198350682559</id><published>2007-10-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:10:27.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm way to cool for ya boy.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you&lt;br /&gt;suicidal,&lt;br /&gt;suicidal,&lt;br /&gt;when I say its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheh...JoJo's reply to Sean Kingston's Beautiful Girl~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3261117198350682559?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3261117198350682559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3261117198350682559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3261117198350682559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3261117198350682559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3261117198350682559' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-167917733455703709</id><published>2007-10-13T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:20:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL GIRL</title><content type='html'>"You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When u say its over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard this song while clubbing yesterday at DXO with a couple of friends to celebrate brithday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was my 1st time going to club with friends, and i must say the experience was great although the dance floor of DXO was kinda small cause all my friends were complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fun we had ordering drinks, looking at chicks, dancing on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-167917733455703709?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/167917733455703709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=167917733455703709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/167917733455703709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/167917733455703709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#167917733455703709' title='BEAUTIFUL GIRL'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-2811220757075872641</id><published>2007-10-09T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:58:47.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"i feel the distance,&lt;br /&gt;so far away,&lt;br /&gt;but i believe,&lt;br /&gt;i'll find someday,&lt;br /&gt;i'd never know,&lt;br /&gt;till i miss you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been lockdown by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-2811220757075872641?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/2811220757075872641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=2811220757075872641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2811220757075872641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2811220757075872641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2811220757075872641' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8999257938490223963</id><published>2007-10-04T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:46:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98FBzM4QoHU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98FBzM4QoHU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage - The End of Heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im feeling this way now, maybe im not =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8999257938490223963?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8999257938490223963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8999257938490223963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8999257938490223963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8999257938490223963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8999257938490223963' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1587748992645417531</id><published>2007-10-02T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:58:19.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa... The Bustop Girl...</title><content type='html'>well well.. topic says all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might not be as pretty as the chicks in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might be a ITE drop-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might look like some attention seeker in my house area by her dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i give 5 words to you people who think of her as above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't give a fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might not be pretty as the chicks in town, but a gem in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might be a ITE drop-out, but she doesn't give up on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might look like some attention seeker in my house area by her dressing, cause i know her and you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may look like im getting serious with her. but i will not be reckless to force my way into her, cause love can never be forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking time to know her more will be it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i see you and say those lines that i said to you in the past again, bustop-girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1587748992645417531?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1587748992645417531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1587748992645417531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1587748992645417531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1587748992645417531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1587748992645417531' title='Melissa... The Bustop Girl...'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4381832263021724848</id><published>2007-09-30T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:00:31.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cause you're different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause you're strange."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you get to my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please, won't you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;you are indifferent..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im going nuts at the moment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things basically:&lt;br /&gt;maximum tune 3 ost&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4381832263021724848?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4381832263021724848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4381832263021724848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4381832263021724848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4381832263021724848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4381832263021724848' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3093485222021514960</id><published>2007-09-29T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:09:25.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. today was the final day of my extended attachment with Prolink, and Prolink's last day at Boon Keng road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY IM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 days of clearing up the mess in the office, today was the finale of packing everything up and getting ready to move to new office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks of holidays until sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a nearly $1k paycheck(do not ask me to treat u to go makan or whatever, im saving up for quite alot of stuffs, Melissa included =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming programme:&lt;br /&gt;Clan mVp dinner at Bedok on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;return maya her psp&lt;br /&gt;go settle the bloody NS shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, im just chilling at home listening to MT3 OST and drifting away in carbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIO ME OUT FOR MY HOLIDAYS PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3093485222021514960?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3093485222021514960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3093485222021514960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3093485222021514960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3093485222021514960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3093485222021514960' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-280306341674123875</id><published>2007-09-27T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:39:32.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WMMT3!</title><content type='html'>As discussed about the OST, you guys will be leeches XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised we're JAM -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should become Team JAM - Saccharine Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Saccharine Smile is a great song from GFDM10th mix IIRC..great song..))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm crazy. I'm blogging here instead of my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Going for flute @ 2pm, then rushing back to work. Waiting for pay. I'd better GET SOME by tonight else I won't enjoy tomorrow. ZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1130am going to Raffles to sign Internship Offer letter + give them my bank account number! Woot.  850! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, chiong to Suntec? or JEC better? Either way, I would need to change out first, then go la. Most likely going JEC. Will be going back to Clementi around 4.30pm to bring the guys to Mala Steamboat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the OST. Can't wait to full tune my GDB-F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calculated le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;820-720 = 100HP &lt;-- how much HP left till I full tune.&lt;br /&gt;100/20 = 5             &lt;-- this means I need to tune my car 5 times more.&lt;br /&gt;5*2 = 10                  &lt;-- this is coz each winning game = 1/2 tuning points.&lt;br /&gt;2 + (1*9) = 11         &lt;-- 10 games = 11SGD (2 to start, 1 to cont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 SGD MORE ONLY LEHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's if I win all the games la. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-280306341674123875?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/280306341674123875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=280306341674123875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/280306341674123875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/280306341674123875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#280306341674123875' title='WMMT3!'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-2353593021713527980</id><published>2007-09-26T04:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T04:37:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like writing a few lines. Here they are. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her in her pitiful state, but the emotion that leapt from his heart wasn't one of pity. Nor was it of hatred towards her actions so many years ago. Instead, he felt love as he had never felt since they broke up. Love towards the girl sitting on the street corner, selling matchsticks to make ends meet. Love towards the girl who had taken away his life so long ago. Love towards the only girl he had ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked towards her. She looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, sir, would you like to..." The words died in her throat as recognition dawned on her face. Like him, she had never completely forgotten the one she loved. But unlike him, love was not the only emotion that flooded her being. Utter shame was the other. Shame at him witnessing her plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm smile on his face matched the horror that dawned on hers. She leapt to her feet and was about to run, when she felt strong arms holding onto her. But his grip was only as gentle as how he always used to hug her in the past. He held on, even as she cried out. Held on, even as she struggled. Held on, until she stopped struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he turned her slowly to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why..." She began, but he just pulled her towards him and hugged her. And in that hug, she knew that she had never truly lost his love, even when she gave hers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them just stood there in each others' arms for the most of five minutes. In that embrace, he spoke to her of his life since that day, his feelings. His joys, his sorrows. And his greatest and only desire. When she opened her mouth to speak, he silenced her with a kiss. It didn't matter how filthy her lips were. To him, they were the same lips he last kissed. With one kiss, he took away all the regret she had endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they stood apart, it was not with the finality of an eternal seperation. It was with the bliss of beginning a new life. Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-2353593021713527980?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/2353593021713527980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=2353593021713527980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2353593021713527980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2353593021713527980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2353593021713527980' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8440041636675177331</id><published>2007-09-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:02:10.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, most of you guys over here know why i was so happy few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 19th sept 07, i went to the bustop wait for bus to get me to clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my ex primary schoolmate, Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background of us was in primary 3 when both of us were in the same class. one day when she was standing by the window alone, i walk up to her and said 'i like you'. maybe that 3 words made her think that i was nuts or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to present time. ok at the bustop, i see her and called her by her name, surprisingly she still remember my name. we talked about what we were doing in study/work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this small conversation i had with her, makes me happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 19 rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and something more. maybe i have said before, she was the 1st girl i ever confessed to. so yeah, very high chance of remembering her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8440041636675177331?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8440041636675177331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8440041636675177331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8440041636675177331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8440041636675177331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8440041636675177331' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5446298486211703889</id><published>2007-09-18T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:27:22.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know any Nicole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's obviously Linkin Park..DUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song means a lot to me. Coz I was listening to it on repeat after J and I broke up - that was before I knew the real reason why he broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've got that entire song on my phone. And seriously, don't talk as if you don't know me, coz you ought to know by now I don't do things without a reason -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5446298486211703889?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5446298486211703889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5446298486211703889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5446298486211703889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5446298486211703889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5446298486211703889' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3605186463211563016</id><published>2007-09-16T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:27:00.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol Andrew, sorry man today many things on. I bought new jeans woo! Who wants to come down with me to collect sometime next week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Michelle: WELCOME TO SINGAPORE *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, that's Leave Out All The Rest, Linkin Park. I converted into ringtone myself. You want? *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my little lyrical rant there is... my own. Didn't copy from anyone. Not from any song. I just felt like writing and that came out. Comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3605186463211563016?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3605186463211563016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3605186463211563016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3605186463211563016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3605186463211563016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3605186463211563016' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-7436981206778775961</id><published>2007-09-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:47:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qrAM3gjUFw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qrAM3gjUFw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/1401615569139589087-7436981206778775961?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7436981206778775961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=7436981206778775961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7436981206778775961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7436981206778775961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7436981206778775961' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1354350539354948666</id><published>2007-09-16T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:00:56.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw ID4, and play MT3 maya-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u got alot more friends who are playing MT3 instead of ur ex who plays ID4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody expensive, super fake car movement, handling like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u know why i didnt like ID in the 1st place =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd night, i was bored to nuts that i went to JE and play TC4. half way through, Ghim Yong, who was my classmate in sec sch, told me that the rest of sec sch gang were upstairs playing CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished the game, went up and joined them for some headshot-ing sessions. after that i head took a nap then woke up 9 in the night, go into carbon and created a Mistubitshi Evo 9, the 1 which im driving in MT3 and started racing Wangan style.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today going to vivo for some shopping and movie. anybody wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Michelle! welcome back to singapore! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1354350539354948666?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1354350539354948666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1354350539354948666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1354350539354948666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1354350539354948666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1354350539354948666' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-7701282033303795868</id><published>2007-09-16T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:16:17.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were there for me&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shone, when the rain fell&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me&lt;br /&gt;When i braved the fears i couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once did you leave&lt;br /&gt;Through the times past we had&lt;br /&gt;Sticking beside me no matter&lt;br /&gt;Through the times good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear a word you said&lt;br /&gt;I left you no choice&lt;br /&gt;But to let all that was us fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've walked apart since then&lt;br /&gt;So long has passed&lt;br /&gt;But should you need me again&lt;br /&gt;You only need ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what i've been through&lt;br /&gt;The hurt you left behind&lt;br /&gt;It's only made me realize&lt;br /&gt;You're who i want to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For her, even though she'll probably never see this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-7701282033303795868?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7701282033303795868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=7701282033303795868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7701282033303795868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7701282033303795868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7701282033303795868' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5936157347027968928</id><published>2007-09-13T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:36:17.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem</title><content type='html'>Since no one has been blogging on TTL, I think it's time for me to review on my last trip to the arcade @ Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Monday, and I travelled to Bugis alone after having dinner with Regrets, FE and FE's friend =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited coz FE was making a big angry fuss about it...XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not how well or poorly I did at the arcade, but rather how I felt when I was playing. Strange how I can happily enter DBG's arcade and play all by myself (maybe I've been conditioned because I have studied both inside and outside the arcade alone before. It's a..copycat of HZH-san, I guess) but I can't do the same with Bugis. Maybe it's coz I feel more lost in Bugis without my friends, maybe it's coz you don't exactly find the same intensity that players play with at Bugis as compared to DBG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday I felt pretty down (and yes, Regrets has a point that I was pretty tired..*thinks back to what he said*) and pretty unhappy with my OR2SPHAGB score, even though I've played twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to FE-san, but I don't think I'll be playing P2 on OR2SP anymore. Steering's way off...I let go of the wheel, it goes to the right. I think we all should thank the prick for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't decide to play WMMT3 or ID4. Is it true that if your car in WMMT3 is tuned higher than another person's, you will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID4 is so darn ex. WMMT3 has stupid kids who jerk the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a friend who plays ID4. Rather, no one in my circle of arcade friends seem to play ID4. HAIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5936157347027968928?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5936157347027968928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5936157347027968928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5936157347027968928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5936157347027968928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5936157347027968928' title='Ahem'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3347747666887845103</id><published>2007-09-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:29:40.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*thoughtful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soloing the mission was..fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too harsh on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transcript sent to appropriate personnel for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel harsh at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because he didn't reply much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I too scathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing he has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from what I have heard, you guys may soon be irritated by him asking so many questions XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Mission Ego Smasher status: Success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3347747666887845103?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3347747666887845103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3347747666887845103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3347747666887845103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3347747666887845103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3347747666887845103' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5425813250385538490</id><published>2007-08-30T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:55:20.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post here regarding Iceman's little rant at that little prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT his friend ok don't call me that lol. But ya he came to tell me that i made this mistake, that mistake... blah blah blah. Idiot, you come play Guilty Gear with me want anot. I point out 144 mistakes to you within 10 minutes i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, go watch his YouTube videos. Obviously, they are vids of him achieving his "world records". I swear man, everytime that guy breaks one he gets a bloody orgasm. Especially the Goal B video. Watch how he climax when he finish the game. Knn. Still shout so loud "i world no.4 woooooo". Woo SMLJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB some more that day when i purposely go play to enter a particular 4-letter word into the machine (no it's NOT anything obscene it was for a personal fun reason), still can tell Ice "hmmm breaking record seems fun maybe i should try that". Fuck man we know you can Top 5 every fuckin' machine ok? You want to do it just do it don't need to come and tell us you can do it. Nobody cares. Or should i say, NOBODY CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Iceman said, we play for FUN. FUN. FUN is when we play to chill, to relax, to poke fun at each other (Ice and i always flip middle fingers at each other within the last 3 stages lol). FUN is NOT when we are so obssessed with the game we develop score pics to flaunt around the arcade. FUN is NOT lecturing everyone we know about the game in the "perfect" ways to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm like you then i will never need to play fighters again because you can NEVER have a perfect match. I suspect you'll lose your mind trying to perfect a fighter like you're trying to perfect your damned OutRun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ok that wasn't such a short post after all. Gotta run first and sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5425813250385538490?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5425813250385538490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5425813250385538490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5425813250385538490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5425813250385538490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5425813250385538490' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8102377527581562167</id><published>2007-08-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:31:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. its been hell long since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna post from friday onwards, cause i forgot what i did before friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday - after work went to sim lim with yang sheng to check out computer stuff and his memory stick. well well nothing caught our eyes so we have to wait for comex 2007 to come, i hope they reduce the ram to even lower price than now wahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after that went to bugis and met up with zheng hui who was in army the past 2 weeks, for some zombie busting action. never knew after 2 weeks never train with him our score dropped like 'wtf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - as per normal went to work till 1pm and went back to the same place called bugis for some alone-arcade-session. then went to meet up with maya and patster at suntec to see karen, who is maya's friend, in a dance competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen's grp name is 'Poison V', which is really quite poisonous if u ask me how they perform lol. then headed back to bugis again with maya for another zombie busting. this time, things were abit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw somebody who we didnt want to see over there, the 'greatest outrun 2 heart attack' player in singapore. he put some credits in the machine and started to drive, while me and maya were hotd4ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played half way, got scratched by zombies on mistake/gun fault/any-other-way-you-describe, was kind of 'dulan', then this 'Retarded.Idiot' came to me while i was still shooting zombies away, and told me 'hey i got goal B(which is the 2nd destination in the game, joel's best run in outrun) world number 2.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so angry that i shouted 'WHAT' at him. seriously, this guy is getting on my nerves. whenever he sees me and/or joel, he will come and flaunt his photos, i repeat, photos, which he used his camera phone to snap and wash it at kodak, with the 'number 1' champion throphy, his score and his name in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes no doubt he is a good player in singapore since he can get world record, but that doesnt give him the right to fucking show off to every friend he sees. and he also 'lectures' his friend by telling them 'i thought i told you not to drift at that point of the stage?' fuck lah not as if everybody plays the game as you do seriously. we play for the 'kick' of it while you play against the world number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i think if hina(who is world number 1 in heart attack mode) has friends who play outrun casually, doesnt go around telling his friends that he is the world number 1 with photos as evidence, well on the R.I side, i will say he took it to obsessive stage where he wants the whole world to know that he is just behind hina, not from japan but from singapore. whoever gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, thats all i wanted to rant about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MISSION EGO-BREAKER] STARTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8102377527581562167?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8102377527581562167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8102377527581562167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8102377527581562167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8102377527581562167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8102377527581562167' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3258460847728411046</id><published>2007-08-25T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:32:32.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My top 5 favorite songs right now and why i love 'em. Why am i doing this? BECAUSE I'M BORED! Cookie for you if you got the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Yesterday - 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fantastic vocals. Ahhh i twirl in madness listening to this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA, then Blinded In Chains/Bat Country/Seize The Day - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The perfect fusion of man and instrument. Woo! Scream, baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thriller - Fallout Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great tune! And great drums!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Catchy tunes and lyrics. Team BUL7ET's official song! LOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Insert random Linkin Park song here&gt; - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because they are that good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3258460847728411046?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3258460847728411046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3258460847728411046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3258460847728411046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3258460847728411046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3258460847728411046' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1393633635710472867</id><published>2007-08-22T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T06:45:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got no time to blog man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post some topic. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1393633635710472867?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1393633635710472867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1393633635710472867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1393633635710472867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1393633635710472867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1393633635710472867' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4036316659060253602</id><published>2007-08-17T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:31:01.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something just doesn't fuckin' feel right. I can feel it. I just hope i'm thinking too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4036316659060253602?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4036316659060253602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4036316659060253602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4036316659060253602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4036316659060253602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4036316659060253602' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-390740183595427504</id><published>2007-08-14T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:32:56.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poster's Note: This post was mostly written on the 11th of August, but wasn't posted until today, obviously :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Today was probably the best day i've had in a long while. My life has been, until Friday, CONSUMED be projects, so, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the day started with me meeting Andrew at Bugis. Played HotD4 tag with Andrew, GGXXAC, and OR2SP. Andrew TYCO win me at last turn :P But afternoon gaming was great, no nuiscance like the last time round. Always remember folks, CHECK ANY CAR UNUSED BY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, we then went down to cheenatown for funky mala steamboat! Met up with Shawn AKA HSJ, Julian AKA Wongster, Nicole's bunch of friends, who went ballistic at seeing each other and started mass hugging, Jeffrey, and... POWERWAVE! AKA Terry (Bogard). LOL. Now, i'm not being mean here. Mr PowerWave is just... plain weird sometimes. I shall leave it to Nicole AKA Mayaster to explain Power Wave: The Legend of Terry Bogard :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mala steamboat apparently has 4 stocks to choose from. Chicken stock, and mala level 1-3. With 3 being mindblowingly spicy of course. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew had to take chicken stock because of his nasty stomach :P&lt;br /&gt;Jul took L1 and was sweating all over lol.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what Shawn took.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and i took L2. Damn salty la! And damn oily also. Not SUPER spicy. Nice little tingling spicyness.&lt;br /&gt;And FBQ herself took... L3 mala! z0mG. Her chopsticks became literally DARK BROWN from being dipped in that soup repeatedly lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, great food! I gotta head back there someday man. Woo. And Nic bought us all funky little cupcakes for desert. Nice! Thanks Nic :D And Nic got a damn stylo jacket la! Waa liao. Haha. From Karen they all. Hmmm. Oi Nic. Don't think we forgot about it ok. You'll get ours soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, back to Bugis for more gaming woo. Partner Nic and i needed to get more training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We split up because Nic had to follow the Patster back first or something, so PW joined us on our merry journey. Of course, as is known of him, PW kept his silence throughout and didn't utter a word when we told him it was time to get off, he merely did so silently. Either the guy is a mime or weird. Or a weird mime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, upon meeting with Nic, we play HoTD4. And Nic missed her bombs at World! RAWR. I told you to give me the gun liao :p But 1CC la so steady woo. Not much of a crowd though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then FINALLY, when we noticed it was 2340, time to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END OF LOG* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-390740183595427504?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/390740183595427504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=390740183595427504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/390740183595427504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/390740183595427504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#390740183595427504' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6023716252116539969</id><published>2007-08-12T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:23:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11th August 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work early in the morning. nothing much happened just waiting to go for maya's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;when finished, went to met joel at bugis then went to chinatown to meet up the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the rest came we were like making fun of certain person(who was meeting up with us actually).&lt;br /&gt;POWER WAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all assembled and ready to go, headed down to the steamboat restaurant. didnt really ate alot due to stomach illness and julian was so pwned by the mala soup. bear in mind that his mala level was only level 1, while the only person who ordered level 3 mala soup was the birthday girl maya. she didnt even break a sweat while drinking the soup but julian was sweating all over at the 1st few mouths of food he take from the steamboat. lol pwned. and some other stuff which were damn funny while eating, blasting some indian remix of 'blablablacksheep', 'jack&amp;jill' and 'in the end'. best part was 'in the end' where the indian guy sang too fast and have to stop a moment for the song to catch up before continuing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sometime spent on steamboating, maya's friends all went home, leaving the hotd4 gang nowhere to go. decided to head to bugis for some zombies raping. ben came down to meet up with me and jeff for some outrun and ghost sqauding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double pandas for teh win! WHOO~! (only people who play ghost squad will know lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kind of competing sound level with the hotd4 that joel and maya was playing lah lol. they spam sub machine gun we spam sniper rifle and auto machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that headed down to chijmes to chill out awhile at cosplay maid cafe. there we met up with some other friends. after chilling out is where the fun begins, SWAT4 WOO. so bloody chaotic lah, open door anyhow spam bullets until kill own teamate LOL. we got bored of weapons so we used non-lethal weapons like tasers, pepper launcher, flashbang launcher. and surprisingly we got much higher score than the one we used weapons. some kind of bullshit lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that day ended at this morning 7am when i got home, bathed then went to sleep for 8 straight hours before waking up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a great day for me, and definitely for maya as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happt birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6023716252116539969?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6023716252116539969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6023716252116539969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6023716252116539969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6023716252116539969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6023716252116539969' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5100997558298172652</id><published>2007-08-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:47:47.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lao eh sian, today sick again, same as last week diarrhea, but today is more serious case of it + fever together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. what on earth is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i gonna go watch simpsons tml at cathay. nEbO member for the win! $8 on pub hols as well. what a save of $1.5 heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past week nothing much happened except the fact that i almost blew off my top during work when i was configuring the damn modem until i wanted to take the modem and smash it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must stop this anger adrendaline rush i had since young, this bloody rage must stop, if i want to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I WILL FOR MELISSA[not melissa loh btw lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5100997558298172652?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5100997558298172652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5100997558298172652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5100997558298172652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5100997558298172652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5100997558298172652' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6642561146077019353</id><published>2007-08-05T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:57:15.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Just writing this for fun based on your work. Hope you don't mind if you see this. I liked what you wrote, its very nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left me in the rain&lt;br /&gt;left the world to laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;now i've myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;for believing in what you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an echo of your fomer self&lt;br /&gt;is all that's left to me&lt;br /&gt;the warmth from you i felt before&lt;br /&gt;has all but faded free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you choose to lie to me&lt;br /&gt;knowing we'd turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;every promise you made to me&lt;br /&gt;were they all just your play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you live your happy life&lt;br /&gt;i'm all but left behind&lt;br /&gt;a discarded past you threw away&lt;br /&gt;for someone else to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6642561146077019353?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6642561146077019353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6642561146077019353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6642561146077019353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6642561146077019353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6642561146077019353' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6352187691232106052</id><published>2007-08-04T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:57:33.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blogskin le coz the white Ayashi No Ceres one was glitchy and not well formed. Even though this new one is like, full of twit-talk, I like the music + the skin itself is well formed. CHECK OUT THE HYPERLINKS...it's so cool! They fade if you hold your mouse over it for a bit XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBYylsth2ms"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBYylsth2ms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6352187691232106052?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6352187691232106052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6352187691232106052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6352187691232106052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6352187691232106052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6352187691232106052' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1543137209008364289</id><published>2007-08-04T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:35:46.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 0430 in the morning of a very fine Saturday morning now. And i've just spent almost 10 of the last 30 minutes playing a port of Virtua Fighter 2 on my PSP. All would be fine and forgiven except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i have a Sociology test tomorrow at 1300 and the only thing i've studied about it is the time it begins. Oh fuck. I am so going to die tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is? Instead of repenting, i am so struck by nostalgia that right now at 0430 in the morning, i am going on an emulator+ROM hunt for SNES games for my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I really need to kick this insane love for gaming :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know i won't :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1543137209008364289?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1543137209008364289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1543137209008364289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1543137209008364289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1543137209008364289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1543137209008364289' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-7808264767684806474</id><published>2007-08-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:52:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faster faster i want my money! DBS GIMME MY MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i going to buy ipod earphones @ simlim for $34 WOOOO~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i gonna go get a new cover for my ipod. poor cover was once in my washing machine when my mom saw it dirty and dump it inside. now all the skin is tearing away. *goosebumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody DBS. need to wait for 2 working days before getting my pay. if you gimme 3 days i will think that you watched 'Just Follow Law' and followed that girl who said the '3 working days' line, i will give you 1 tight slap across the face and spit at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. im just being sadist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-7808264767684806474?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/7808264767684806474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=7808264767684806474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7808264767684806474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/7808264767684806474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7808264767684806474' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5406150117444534686</id><published>2007-07-31T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:28:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gastric wind in the morning. what a day to start out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later gonna meet yang sheng and joel at bishan to pass yang sheng his RAMS and meet up with joel for some gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gastric wind... nabei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5406150117444534686?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5406150117444534686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5406150117444534686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5406150117444534686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5406150117444534686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5406150117444534686' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5818773591776024130</id><published>2007-07-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:27:23.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In reply to Ice-san's post below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no wonder why Singapore is so not known throughout the world." -- No lor. We're well known in the USA for the caning we gave one of their citizens like, a lot of years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the music T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DJ MAX Portable 2 Live Concert on display. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG? is it coming to SG? If it does I'll be saving my pay for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma blog here and link to this post from my own blog coz..I lazy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week quite tiring..I totally never touch a gun in like, dunno how long? 1.5 weeks, I think. I can't remember how long since I played HOTD4/TC4 le..And then had a demo presentation for FYP..screwed that...had NAPFA, which wasn't too screwed because I didn't fail any stations but I felt that I could have done better? Like shuttle run I missed the next grade by 0.1 seconds (which translates to 240 points in TC4), and inclined pull up the guy didn't give me all 30seconds..so gay..Then standing broad jump also missed by a few cm...zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy sia. Anyway, this Tuesday (31st July) will be the end of all my sorrows and pains. Final FYP  presentatioN! Pray I do well so I dun need to stay back one year just for FYP? I hate FYP actually. When I dun like the lecturer, I stop liking the subject. Funny eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually last week I didn't hang out so much coz..I'm broke. As in, dead, D-E-D, kind of broke. I felt quite bad asking Regrets to pay for my dinners for the few days that we met up...I mean, I know it's like 'guys supposed to pay for their gf's meals now and then' or whatever la..but honestly, I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, keep Aug 11 5.30pm onwards free please. Mala steamboat dinner @ Chinatown. KTHNXBYE~ XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5818773591776024130?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5818773591776024130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5818773591776024130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5818773591776024130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5818773591776024130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5818773591776024130' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5424576474934710795</id><published>2007-07-29T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:36:06.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo after so long of not posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to post some shit lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my dad became funny and asked me 'how do you keep your hair standing?' so i told him i used wax and apply it on the hair. shortly after i showed him how to use, he immediately used it right at the time he was about to sleep. my dad, ladies and gentlemen, the special effect of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was at office for half day work. nearly closing time there were no customers so me and yang sheng plugged into server and started to youtubing. DJ MAX Portable 2 Live Concert on display. wah lan, i see liao i don't know whether want to cry or not. IF Singapore has this kind of concert, i will die with no regrets. seriously. the crowd was so high during the concert lah, *WOOOOOOOOO~!* grrrr... government shit who always disallow this don't allow that, no wonder why Singapore is so not known throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work headed out to sim lim to check out gadgets with yang sheng. the prices are so steam-ing lah, 1gb micro SD only $20? 512mb ddr400 ram $40? ipod 2nd generation earphones $34? I SO WANT to buy alot of things after i get my pay! oh and btw, the salesgirl who showed me the ipod earphones, not bad sia lol. after that headed down to bugis and met up with joel for some games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of girls, those who i see frequently are really eyecandys ^^. they are&lt;br /&gt;1. my primary schoolmate, Melissa, living around my neighbourhood, the 1st girl i ever confessed i liked but got rejected. sadded. lol. FYI, Melissa not = Melissa Loh = Michelle's friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. yang sheng's friend in friendster, Tina Tay, was OMFG. ask joel for more details lol.&lt;br /&gt;3. the counter girl at bugis arcade.&lt;br /&gt;4. as stated earlier, the sim lim sales girl who showed me the ipod earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i guess i have a liking for many types of girls. but oh well, i let fate walk me down before i really set my eyes on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats all folks, this is 'john madden' here, go fuck yourself! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5424576474934710795?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5424576474934710795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5424576474934710795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5424576474934710795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5424576474934710795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5424576474934710795' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-2749154849884030457</id><published>2007-07-24T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:38:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xiaxue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to tell you all who this XXX (at this point i'm just trying to save my insults for later. 3 X's because she behaves much like the women associated with them). Just search her little piece of visual thrash if you need to know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, after that, scroll down down down. Until you find her entry about the "7 most disgusting bloggers". Of which she does list herself down, the fucking hypocrite. Read it, and if you don't feel as disgusted as me, then you're either 1) not a human being from our lovely planet or 2) her fucking disgusting boyfriend who probably couldn't find anyone less disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, GEEZ. Just reading that alone makes me wanna puke. I shall just comment on her below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaxue is a visually and textually arrogant, disgusting, attention-whoring little slut. Seriously. I wonder what drives a person to degrade him/herself to such an extent? Sure, the notoriety that comes with it is good. For about 5 minutes. And then do you know that you're perhaps the most hated Singaporean on the net? You probably do; after all, that's what you thrive on. I know some sluts ENJOY being that way but really, bitch, you take the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this straight: You look ABSOLUTELY like the prostituting cheap bitch you make others out to be. You think you look damn pretty in your photos? Please, bitch, all i see is a sow in a mini skirt. You think you're hot? Yes you are, the way prostitutes are. You think your smile is infectious and your face is the prettiest damn thing ever? I'd look at a zombie's face any day overs yours; at least, theirs is REAL. Yours is an amalgam of everything i see in our public thrash bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mentioned you like Harry Potter? I think you probably can relate damn well to one character there - Voldemort. Why? Because you and him share one fucking attribute: You're both BLIND to the truth about yourselves and believe yourselves to be remotely loveable (or in his case, all mighty and powerful yada yada yada). Sorry bitch, truth is, the only thing i can even find noticeable about you is your cheapness and sluttiness and whore-ishness and all, because YOU give yourself as cannon fodder to people to flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you don't care? Yeah i know, ignorance to well deserved criticism is another thing that makes you the detestable creature you are. But you already know that. You embrace your own filthy self and worse still, you embrace the hate and disgust that others feel for you. That's pathetic and about the lowest that anyone can get. But then again, if anyone is pathetic and lowly it'd be YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the whoring and sluttiness and bitchiness and disgusting-ness and the plain blindness you fail to see about yourself. But i sure can join the masses out there who see you for what you truly are: the lowest example of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember this. If one day something should happen to you that ends up scarring your false beauty for life, i will be there to applaud the image of justice that will be your FACE. Good riddance bitch, and may my prophecised words ring true soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-2749154849884030457?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/2749154849884030457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=2749154849884030457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2749154849884030457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/2749154849884030457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2749154849884030457' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6259265735113726927</id><published>2007-07-24T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:22:19.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok since i'm bored in school now, i'm going to post for fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in 3D lesson learning Maya. Xian. I like 3D modelling la but damn difficult lor. Knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, but managed to get a friend to help me buy some tuna sandwiches and a bottle of lemon tea. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sleepy now la. Last night chiong finish my HP7 while Michelle was chionging HP6 i think. Damn i need my HP6 back also. Tons of "z0mG!" moments at the end. Won't spoiler it for you folks but let's just say... My respect for Severus Snape has increased dramatically :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la i better go back to Maya (the PROGRAM) first. If anything then i update later or tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Andrew? STOP disturbing poor Michelle. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6259265735113726927?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6259265735113726927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6259265735113726927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6259265735113726927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6259265735113726927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6259265735113726927' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1200759222011941060</id><published>2007-07-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:29:47.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GY8o3pmjql"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GY8o3pmjql" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMOIRS from DJMAX2 PSP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1200759222011941060?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1200759222011941060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1200759222011941060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1200759222011941060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1200759222011941060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1200759222011941060' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-856659350904558291</id><published>2007-07-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:17:39.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today song ah. morning go eat mac before going to work woo! full stomach before work is shiok!&lt;br /&gt;wasnt really in office doing helpdesk stuff, but rather doing some tough Quality Checking on Uninterrupted Power Supplys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lots of laugh in the office today. some guy came in and wanted to buy modem to connect to router, his hair was damn weird but i didnt notice until my friend, yang sheng, walked into the inner part of the office before laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was 'wtf' at that moment until he told me he buay ta han the fellow hair. LOL bastard yang sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that was berlinda turn. 'right-click on the dynamite..' as u all know, dynamite is an explosive, so this 'dynamite' mentioned by berlinda was the driver name of the modem. nice name eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then went back for more QCing of the UPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, went to bugis with jeff and ben for some ferarri drifting. was packed so i tried to play solo then this fucking noob joined my game and choosed a noob map. knn waste my $3 on a stupid 5 map course when i can play a 15 map course. then i proceed this noob by smoking him all the way from the start. he could not even catch up to me cause he crashed the walls and ate the grass, EVEN with handicap on, which boosts ur speed by double of the maximum speed. what a fucking noob and waste of money on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was our turn own the machines with hard drifting. finished everything then headed home to go online and disturb michelle LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok come back tml for more shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to this song called 'memoirs' from djmax2 psp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uploading it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-856659350904558291?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/856659350904558291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=856659350904558291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/856659350904558291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/856659350904558291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#856659350904558291' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1533558701869854757</id><published>2007-07-23T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:50:21.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH...</title><content type='html'>Okay la, so on this premonition I came to check our blog again la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQLOLROFLLMALBBQsauce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New posts sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad SOMEONE is happy la =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and SHOUTOUT TO MICHELLE~ *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh..then I have been thinking about our T-shirt design. I've already thought of what we should have on the back. Instead of the 'titles' (like CZS, HA-er and FBQ), I was thinking a big, stylized Team Bul7et logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH I've also thought of already la, but I'll need FE's bullet brush first..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now just really enjoying time with the Patster XD I'll be quite busy the next week, coz I've got FYP to demo, NAFA (holy shit~) to do and a dinner treat from my aunt T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if we can hang out on Saturday okay guys? =D We need to gossip and MAKE THAT LOGO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-1533558701869854757?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/1533558701869854757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=1533558701869854757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1533558701869854757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/1533558701869854757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1533558701869854757' title='WTH...'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-4833376774680718539</id><published>2007-07-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:19:28.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>22nd july 2007, nothing to do at home. no need to post bout today. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st july 2007, went to work in the morning as per normal, with the exception of squeezing in the train like sardine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work @ 2pm, nothing to do so contacted mr zheng for hotd4 session @ amk. everything was in plan perfect, but went there all ruined -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - mr zheng forgot to bring his nEbO card to get the MIP nEbO card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd -mr zheng again, forgot to bring his own Zone-X card to play game in arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - the manager @ amk(previously @ je) wasn't working there ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th - went to draw money at ATM machine but the bloody machine cannot dispense $20. need to withdraw $50 at one shot. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 games of hotd4 + a meal at mac, then went home to rot somemore with msn pals and playing carbon trashing computer cops. WHOO! SONG BO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now rot somemore before going to sleep and wake up for work tml. i feel like a lifeless drone now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&gt;wake up&gt;go work&gt;go home&gt;sleep. and the cycle keeps going on and on again. AIHSGPSHUGSPUSDIWHEIZ:K:K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE=]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-4833376774680718539?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/4833376774680718539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=4833376774680718539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4833376774680718539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/4833376774680718539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4833376774680718539' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-8562045413300811806</id><published>2007-07-21T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:55:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. I see a lot has taken place in my 2 day hiatus from TTL. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello again, Michelle :D" - Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so today i went down to Bugis on a random call from Mr Ice. Was supposed to meet friends at J8 la, but last minute this not free that not free so... Go down Bugis lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, the TDX himself was there. So as usual, 3.2k HA with Rank &lt;strong&gt;E. &lt;/strong&gt;Like, WTF? TDX got pwned by the machine itself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i proceed to play HotD4 after SOME IDIOT. Was going to tag with Mr Ice la, but P1 spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Ice and FE were saying: "KNNBCCB WTF IS WRONG WITH BUGIS PEOPLE ALWAYS SPOIL ONE RAWR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i solo first. I play like crap la. Geez. Must be too many things in my head already. Haha. But it doesn't matter. Ice goes next and as usual 1CC lor. Made mistakes but oh well. We're only human. I died at LOVERS (blasted dual-spider boss), so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceed next to buy World War Hulk (a comic la haha) from Absolute Comics (wow, creative name indeed!). Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at BK, and the counter woman mistakenly upsized my ice lemon tea instead of Ice's (sorry ar lol). WWH is damn tempting to read, but never mind, i managed to stow away temptation and leave it for tonight. Quite a fair bit of talk there, insightful and all. And Ice gobbled up all the damned fries. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, back downstairs for one quick game. Mr TDX is still there and abusing my poor P2 steering wheel. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman and i race after that. He won. TYCO OK. Last turn overtake me. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be "RAWR-ing" a lot today eh. Haha. But seriously. Today was an... unusually nice day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i better go snooze first la, catching Harry Potter movie no. 5 tomorrow at 9am (free tics lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters alligators. And one non-alligator :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-8562045413300811806?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/8562045413300811806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=8562045413300811806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8562045413300811806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/8562045413300811806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8562045413300811806' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-5389018770766828975</id><published>2007-07-21T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:01:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok today was 'wtf' day lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, went to eat lunch with colleagues at nearby market. buy the chicken rice go, go back to seats, and fucking drop the rice on the floor. damn dulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, went back to office and QC the modems. bloody hell almost all of them got problems then have to 'flash' the firmware. i test until i damn sian lah ok, the stupid socket got problem 1 nb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, my friend dropped speakers on my head while i was finding something on the floor. lucky the speakers are damn light, if not i will not be typing this tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work went to bugis with FE to drive ferarri. the fucking wheel was slanted lah knn. i have to zero error the wheel myself to go straight -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to hotd4, the gun also cannot make it 1, shoot corner aim center, shoot center aim corner, wtf?! bo bian lor play solo after joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k got home and be middle man for joel and michelle. SO FUN LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE was kinda pissed.. but fun!]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-5389018770766828975?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/5389018770766828975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=5389018770766828975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5389018770766828975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/5389018770766828975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5389018770766828975' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3448368454715327053</id><published>2007-07-16T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:25:08.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*joel's angry little post has been edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, so yeah i edited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Recent events ok? At this point i see no, uhm, point, to keep ranting on like that. Ok i'm done with this, i'm going to actually write a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3448368454715327053?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3448368454715327053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3448368454715327053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3448368454715327053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3448368454715327053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3448368454715327053' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-6119375569709893795</id><published>2007-07-15T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:39:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya i don't have alot of time lah. bloody attachment taking up my time -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its fun. go office shake leg and wait for customer to call or walk-in for consulting of modem/router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some fun time at joel's house owning somebody i disrespect. now that i know more about this guy, the more i want to own him more. imma sadist, cause since young im already one. don't believe imma sadist? gimme Sims2 and i make sure ur Sim dies in 3mins LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some phtos of animals at my workplace area cause they are worth it to be posted and showed to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;will be posting it on my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/mvpkiller"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm other than this is just 'wakeup-gowork-gohomesleep' kind of life for me now at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah if u have 1st/2nd hand of ipod earphones, i want to buy. min $20 max $45. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY 2PM AT BUGIS. LETS GO OWN SOME N00BS, team BuL7et&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-6119375569709893795?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/6119375569709893795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=6119375569709893795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6119375569709893795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/6119375569709893795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6119375569709893795' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-460441883220178794</id><published>2007-07-10T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:49:46.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEI</title><content type='html'>Okay, so like, I've added the snow to our blog - taken from my own blogskin. Credits all go to my blogskin's creator ya =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I want the snow to snow all over the blog posts as well, not only the profile part and then the white space beside it. I'm still working it out..I can understand the JavaScript, I just don't want to screw up the measurements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-460441883220178794?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/460441883220178794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=460441883220178794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/460441883220178794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/460441883220178794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#460441883220178794' title='WEI'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-666870882554239360</id><published>2007-07-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:11:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh what? I thought Maya still working on the blog then never post. Then suddenly come here today to see a WALL OF TEXT. Lol. Anyways. I want to show you guys something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/Ro-jzHJEACI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BCoQvTjUkaA/s1600-h/WildSeven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084462602810294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/Ro-jzHJEACI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BCoQvTjUkaA/s320/WildSeven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there you go! A logo for Wild Seven. What says you all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-F.E.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-666870882554239360?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/666870882554239360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=666870882554239360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/666870882554239360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/666870882554239360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#666870882554239360' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbydi2Vbes/Ro-jzHJEACI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BCoQvTjUkaA/s72-c/WildSeven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1401615569139589087.post-812312123358773732</id><published>2007-07-07T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:06:20.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok today went down to boon keng to check out my attachment location for recognization.&lt;br /&gt;kinda easy to find the place with some help of a friend staying there. how nice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so bloody hot today that i even perspire when i was waiting at the nearby bustop near my attachment area to head down to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened after that, just broke a new personal outrun 2 outrun mode record by another 100k. wOOt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye. and screw friendster/imeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE was bored]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-812312123358773732?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/812312123358773732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=812312123358773732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/812312123358773732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/812312123358773732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#812312123358773732' title=''/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-3756581788005334062</id><published>2007-07-05T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:43:21.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Posts</title><content type='html'>I'm bringing over all our previous posts. Obviously they were too good to lose? XD But for some reason, I can't change the date and time, so WTH~ - Maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, this blog was created in ridiculous timing(nearly 3am?) so therefore force and maya are both sleeping as they have some school to attend to. as for ice, he is still in his holidays for 2 weeks before going out to attachment. and because of this he has some bloody lots of time to create a blog for them. =) thanks for reading the 1st official post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]= 07-06-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-26&lt;br /&gt;ok today was rotting at home.woke up and played dota with maya-chan from 12-3 then i head for a shower and lunchwas great. won all matches with pub players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now the angry part. i took the newspaper my dad gave me, digital life from straits timesas you all know, i was/am a hardcore gamer and my wish of listening to a video game concert was one of the biggest.the news of "PLAY! a video game symphony" came to me in may when the tickets are already selling at april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to check the net for the tickets but all of them were sold out. how nice of straits times to announce the NEWs when the tickets ARE already SOLD OUT. THANKS STRAITS TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sour at the moment i realize i cannot go for the concert. then today i read up an article on PLAY! concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not many gamers were there to experience and enjoy the full musical sensation of PLAY! a video game symphony" - fuck you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad for them, because they lost their only chance at enjoying the best video game soundtracks brought to life" - FUCK YOU? TOO BAD WASN'T BECAUSE WE ARE IGNORANT. BECAUSE YOU FUCKING RELEASE THE NEWS WHEN THE TICKETS ARE SOLD OUT. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE was pissed]=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post from me here, so i want to make it a meaningful one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk a bit about the gaming scene in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something a dear friend once told me comes to mind when i think of our gaming scene.&lt;br /&gt;"The qualifying score for UGC's HoTD4 is 30k for S1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivial issue? No. Not when you consider that an average player like me is able to obtain scores of above 60k for S1. Do you know what that means? It means that i, with my average skills, am able to qualify for TWO players alone. And that is counting the fact that i'm tagging with my partner Maya. Which means that my solo score is likely higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show-off elitists!" you scream. Not at all, my friend. The issue at hand i'm trying to highlight here is that the standard of gaming in Singapore is SO LOW, we have to place such a low qualifying score in order to make sure that people outside the gunning community are able to play at UGC. And best of all? At one of the qualifying tournaments, NOT a single team out of SIX qualified. Yes, my friend. The qualifying score is lowered SO much and yet NOT a single team qualified based on score. For the curious, the top 2 teams were allowed into the competition despite not technically making the mark. This is how low our gaming standards sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this mediocrity limited to just the shooting games scene? No. Let me throw you another example, this one from the fighting games scene. Many of the Guilty Gear players were understandably excited when its latest incarnation, XXAC, was released in the Japanese arcades. They sat down and wondered just how long it would take Singapore to get our first XXAC cabinet. The resulting wait? 6 months. By which time, some Japanese arcades already had FOURTEEN cabs of XXAC compared to our local statistic of ONE. Oh sure, rumors abound that Arc Sys, the publisher of said game in Japan, was unwilling to sell the XXAC ROM to us. So what does this further prove? The extreme mediocrity of our gaming scene, such that we are refused the PURCHASE of new video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the above 2 examples have shown you, if you have not already known, just how pathetic the Singapore gaming scene is. Many times, those among us who actually take effort to practise our games and support the scene feel absolutely pissed at the casual crowd. Why? Let's head back to HoTD4 once more. The HoTD4 gun is known to be very sensitive, such that misuse can easily result in a damaged gun. What happens? A large majority of the casual crowd go ahead and misuse the gun, leading to a multitude of problems for the serious players. Well, fuck them all. Enough is enough. Everytime the management bothers to buy a new gun, these people immediately try their utmost best to fuck things up. It isn't as if they're ignorant. Not after 2 fucking years of spoiling our guns. These majorities will never understand the the frustration brought on by their stupidity, when a serious player looks forward to training, only to find that, oh, the sensor jumps in circles, and the trigger is so fucking irresponsive. The frustration sometimes builds to a point where we simply put the gun down and walk away in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To such casual players who mess things up: Guys, its not as if you DON'T KNOW that finger reloading and such SPOILS the fucking gun. It's been 2 whole years already, not 2 weeks. Either you are plain stupid, or plain lazy to do things the right way. And either way, learn the proper way or FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my ranting is done *takes a deep breath*, i'd like to move on towards the next point i wanna touch on in this post: &lt;a href="mailto:Arcade@SG"&gt;Arcade@SG&lt;/a&gt;, a forum totally dedicated to the arcade scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Arcade@SG"&gt;Arcade@SG&lt;/a&gt; is, by large, an idea given birth to by Ice, Maya, and i. Of course, the name is only my temporary one. Plans have not been finalised yet, due to our hectic schedules. Oh yeah, Ice, YOU are so free for the moment. Go do some work about this :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have been extremely enthusiatic about ASG ever since it's conception. Why? Looking around locally, many of the PC games have had their own tight knit community. Maple, GE, and of course, DotA and CS. I do not personally know these communities well, but from what i have seen, these communities have thrived off active membership and group participation. As a gamer, few experiences are more wonderful than having like-minded individuals come together for the sharing and discussion of their passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? THIS is exactly what the local arcade scene lacks. Sure, arcades may be a thriving business. But from the point of view of someone with a dedicated passion for arcade gaming, it is extremely disappointing to see their passion thrive of randomness. What do i mean? You and i go to the arcades. The kid next door too. Your friend at school, your colleague at work. Even the random uncles living a few blocks away might turn out to be a regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS ALMOST NO INTERRACTION WHATSOEVER BETWEEN ALL OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, some games DO have their communities. Even fewer of them have actually thrived. A good example would be the Maximum Tune community. As of today, their dedicated forum has over a thousand registered members and continue to see active chats and discussions. I would ask for few things more if i were a MT player. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for almost every other game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is where ASG comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream vision is for ASG to be a thriving community dedicated to ALL arcade gamers. Whether a hardcore player much like the 3 owners of TheThirdLane, or just your random casual everyday gamer, everyone and the community can benefit so much simply by having a common meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, its late and i do have quite a fair bit of sleep to catch up on. Perhaps this post has ended rather abruptly. Perhaps not. Whatever the case is, i bid all readers a very happy gaming day ahead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F.E.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-06-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to FE's post below, I will be porting over the story that I wrote in the TC4 Gamefaqs forums to here, so that it'll never be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right now though, coz I'm about to go to school for a test which..I've only marginally studied for XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't look at me and say to your kids 'see, this is what arcade has done to her'. Arcade gaming has done a lot of things to me; if anything, my grades have not been what they usually were, but I feel that I am much better as a person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, I'm a girl - supposedly the best female player for TC4 in SG. XD Too bad I dun get a medal or some recognition, huh. I mean, c'mon, it's kind of expected since the kuku radio station totally gave us like minimal media coverage during UGC'06. HELL. They gave DinosaurKing more coverage than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last installment of my story is yet to be up, because there are so many things I want to write for that last part, I need to figure out what goes were else I would sound like I was stark raving mad XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is that wanting to be low profile, I will hardly post on this blog XD Also, due to something I'd like to call a 'social life', I won't have much time to..post on this blog XD&lt;br /&gt;*scurries away before Ice-san and FE-san come after her and her guinea pig* XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·¦[•(-•mª¥ª•-)•]¦·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-07-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now back to ice's life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, 29th june, went to watch TRANSFORMERS(WOOHOO!!) with joel, maya and zheng. the movie is great man really worth the $9.50 spent on it. will be watching 2nd time or maybe 3rd time, anybody wanna come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, 30th june, went to amk hub with zheng to check out the new zone x over there. the arcade is kinda small but my darling hotd4 machine is over there wheee~! went to played our 1st round then the screen suddenly hanged and auto shut down by itself at justice. we had to call the technician to reboot the thing and start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k now the actual 1st round. we were doing quite badly cause we didn't touch the game for bout 2 wks since zheng entered army, but what really pissed me off while playing was this kid ah beng interrupting our game by jumping on the middle section of the machine, LOOKING at the machine and then LOOK at us, blocking all the sensors at the bottom corners. because of this no manner kid, we lost 3 lots and lots of score. thanks ah, future ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that match we went to eat at the foodcourt there. 1 thing caught my eye: XO bah chor mee. if you think it had alcohol inside, maybe it has a little cause i didn't taste any of it =x i think it kinda sucked IMO. return arcade area, checked out this new shop called "nEbO", it is some sort of cafe/restaurant look alike to "settlers" but do not go in and buy food unless you have the nEbO card. ok 2nd round we performed better than expected. got 821k as our new high score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all for now. check back again soon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=[ICE]=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1401615569139589087-3756581788005334062?l=thethirdlane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/feeds/3756581788005334062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1401615569139589087&amp;postID=3756581788005334062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3756581788005334062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1401615569139589087/posts/default/3756581788005334062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirdlane.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3756581788005334062' title='Previous Posts'/><author><name>JAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03740500764884871658</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-1401615569139589087.post-1599404762127731579</id><published>2007-07-04T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:35:36.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NEW BLOG SKIN AND BLOG NAME! 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