<?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-28137860</id><updated>2011-10-08T05:20:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light. Fire. Sound.</title><subtitle type='html'>dum di dum da dum di dum</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-1298501956935060106</id><published>2010-03-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:16:01.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NAMELESS FEELING</title><content type='html'>walking down the aisle of the night&lt;br /&gt;where moonbeam shines and the bird takes flight&lt;br /&gt;with your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;are things alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dare i made to question the fate&lt;br /&gt;of my actions they gladly face&lt;br /&gt;am i here or far away&lt;br /&gt;my heart just takes two steps back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your smile that i would like to know&lt;br /&gt;that i am the one who made it glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playground affairs for tiny men&lt;br /&gt;brings us back to simpler days&lt;br /&gt;where love was bright and we steered our ship&lt;br /&gt;against the pirates and wind of seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love we both know i would always keep&lt;br /&gt;in the pocket&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;would you do the same if i hadn't told you so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1298501956935060106?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1298501956935060106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1298501956935060106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1298501956935060106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1298501956935060106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2010/03/nameless-feeling.html' title='A NAMELESS FEELING'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3513285012213951514</id><published>2009-10-17T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:32:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hold on hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not too hard to find a hand to walk with, but hold on to that hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let it go so easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3513285012213951514?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3513285012213951514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3513285012213951514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3513285012213951514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3513285012213951514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/10/hold-on-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-2869634141085032097</id><published>2009-10-09T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:46:51.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we can conquer our fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2869634141085032097?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2869634141085032097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2869634141085032097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8600623600146444104?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8600623600146444104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8600623600146444104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8600623600146444104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8600623600146444104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-things-i-first-liked-her-for-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-5197494847582336769</id><published>2009-08-26T00:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:53:19.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT I'VE FOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCIZhdkG8is&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCIZhdkG8is&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crazy elephant, clarke quay, 21st july 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finally fulfilled dream of wanting to play on stage =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-5197494847582336769?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/5197494847582336769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=5197494847582336769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/5197494847582336769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/5197494847582336769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what-i-found.html' title='GUESS WHAT I&apos;VE FOUND'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-747392267012968401</id><published>2009-08-19T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:27:46.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>sometimes perfection can be a perfect hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-747392267012968401?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/747392267012968401/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>HOPE AND FEARS</title><content type='html'>everything in front of me is real. everything in front of me is real. everything in front of me is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd really hope it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8397741404839111479?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8397741404839111479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8397741404839111479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8397741404839111479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8397741404839111479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope-and-fears.html' title='HOPE AND FEARS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-4503658261339016948</id><published>2009-08-14T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:46:26.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEE DEE DEE</title><content type='html'>even the sweetest talker will run out of words and his bag of tricks sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4503658261339016948?l=feelandfollow.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-28137860.post-6620524937958348498</id><published>2009-08-06T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:12:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR SO STELLAR</title><content type='html'>Meet me in outerspace&lt;br /&gt;We could spend the night, watch the earth come up&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of that place, wont you come with me&lt;br /&gt;We could start again&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it, make me feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it, it's better than I ever knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6620524937958348498?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6620524937958348498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that we love the ones who ignore us and ignore the ones who love us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2000748194366737886?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2000748194366737886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2000748194366737886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2000748194366737886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2000748194366737886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-it-that-we-love-ones-who-ignore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1719018846004449147</id><published>2009-07-13T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:07:38.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD LOVE IS ON THE WAY</title><content type='html'>i cant help but feel i screwed up my msts... but im way past that. im moving on. the past week has been nothing short of tiring but of good fun and of course, a lack of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this cycle ep launch on sat was pretty awesome despite the rain. the setlist was great. somehow it kinda inspired me to finish up this song which i have been working on all these while, but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spse chalet! it wasn't too bad but it wasn't that great either. played monopoly and the walk in the mud in the early morning at the beach in search of starfishes (now this is why girls are interesting, they do things we boy couldn't be bothered with and open us up in a sense) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamming these days are pretty intense. disappointing to say, my band's set list got cut because my band felt that they couldn't handle it due to the lack of time. i cant help feeling that im shortchanging my friends that will be coming down to support me. right now i feel like turning all of them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of assignments and projects left to conquer. and the best part of it all is that im sick. and these days i realized that i talk a lot, so much so that all the wrong words that come out from me hurt people's feelings. so i think im gonna cut down on talking and stay quiet for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much stumbling blocks, but i figured out stumbling blocks aren't there to break you down but make you realize how badly you want that "thing". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good love is on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1719018846004449147?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1719018846004449147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1719018846004449147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1719018846004449147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1719018846004449147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-love-is-on-way.html' title='GOOD LOVE IS ON THE WAY'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1207502005716008508</id><published>2009-07-07T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:06:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MILLION AND ONE THINGS</title><content type='html'>transformers on sunday! freaking awesome show. worth more than the half star the papers gave. megan fox is a man hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my band is finally complete with the induction of a bassist last week for the student's concert! cant wait till the show. loads of guitar work still needs to be done especially with this oasis song we are playing. and i really need to be confident with my singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, lately school has been... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1207502005716008508?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1207502005716008508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1207502005716008508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1207502005716008508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1207502005716008508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/07/million-and-one-things.html' title='A MILLION AND ONE THINGS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6714040327847618027</id><published>2009-06-29T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:23:34.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT AS RAIN</title><content type='html'>pitter patter pitter patter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the streets are wet and it is good to know that there is rain. its been awhile since it rained like this. i love the weather at times like these. when im all home, chilling out and not somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msts week. i had my first paper today, and im sad to say that i sorta screwed up today's paper by a little. well, anyway 3 more to go and i aint going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so cant wait for the stuff that will be happening after the msts :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6714040327847618027?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6714040327847618027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6714040327847618027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6714040327847618027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6714040327847618027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-as-rain.html' title='RIGHT AS RAIN'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-2484256612953221676</id><published>2009-06-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:18:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSPENSION</title><content type='html'>Lately I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;And lately I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out&lt;br /&gt;That what you do to me feels like&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know right now&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I believe&lt;br /&gt;In the very thing that got us here&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say anything, but say what you mean&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm caught in suspension&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2484256612953221676?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2484256612953221676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2484256612953221676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2484256612953221676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2484256612953221676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/06/suspension.html' title='SUSPENSION'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6473848063194514592</id><published>2009-06-08T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:48:18.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST KEEP ME WHERE THE LIGHT IS</title><content type='html'>im finally back on. internet has been down. lately, its been a gathering. a meet between the past and the present - friends. i have met so many people over the past few days. i cant be more grateful than the little things life offer from time to time. life, if your listening, i really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent mark off at the airport today. he wont be back in 6 months. later in the week would be michael my good old buddy. it sucks when you realize that people you have come to like/love will eventually leave you... physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and people go. but i know one thing's for sure. they'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life. but yet at the same time i hate it. i look at things i enjoy and love while on the other hand im exposed to things which makes me confused and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck. the day is for ours to take. gotta make the best out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6473848063194514592?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6473848063194514592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6473848063194514592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6473848063194514592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6473848063194514592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-keep-me-where-light-is.html' title='JUST KEEP ME WHERE THE LIGHT IS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7695976680342247153</id><published>2009-06-01T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:52:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDISH</title><content type='html'>i'll be honest with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of the right words that would leave a lasting impression on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7695976680342247153?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7695976680342247153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7695976680342247153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7695976680342247153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7695976680342247153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/06/childish.html' title='CHILDISH'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-2147136750505800212</id><published>2009-05-24T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:56:56.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPSE</title><content type='html'>my first ever camp in sp was memorable. cheers up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short summary:&lt;br /&gt;day1&lt;br /&gt;group2(wo men)! then later ghost walk. partner got freaked out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2&lt;br /&gt;station games at chinese garden. awesome. finally forged some bond. dance night. did some handstand thingy along with dancing queen. watched harold and kumar before sleep. saw those porno scenes with unique which was really funnyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3&lt;br /&gt;the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these in case i come back to reminisce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2147136750505800212?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2147136750505800212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2147136750505800212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2147136750505800212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2147136750505800212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/05/spse.html' title='SPSE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1899215278271592202</id><published>2009-05-14T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:18:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE WRITES</title><content type='html'>how the girls can turn to ghost before your eyes, and the very dream that led to them are keeping them from dying....and how the grace of which she walked into your life, can stay with you in your steps, pace with you awhile...for so long......so long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something only guys would understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1899215278271592202?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1899215278271592202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1899215278271592202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1899215278271592202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1899215278271592202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-writes.html' title='HE WRITES'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-2159290708679466684</id><published>2009-05-10T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:22:28.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HER NAME IS ______</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of the bestest of the best saturdays i have ever had in a long long time. from guitar to buddies to ice cream to what happened at the ice cream parlor to wolverine. this memory is sure hell gonna be etched in my mind cause of what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even sweeeter than the ice creams i had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i think about it... khoonbeng was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2159290708679466684?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-28137860.post-4363175807634155848</id><published>2009-05-08T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:10:50.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR AN ANGEL, IAM A DEVIL</title><content type='html'>these days i think time move by faster when i don't put on my watch and so i did just that. i think i need to slow down my head. chillax and dont think too much out of something small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i love being an asshole from time to time, it makes me feel like im more than just alive at some point. these are my jokes from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: I heard you have 6 boyfriends before. is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Maha: Erm. why?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Anyway i was just wondering how did they chase after you. perhaps i could learn something from them.&lt;br /&gt;Maha: i really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Jason: HMM DID THEY PUT ON RUNNING SHOES? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer goes rambling about h1n1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaye: wahlao. this lecturer keep on talking on and on. like telling grandmother story.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: really? look at him once again. does he look like he is telling a grandmother story?&lt;br /&gt;Jiaye: (silence..)&lt;br /&gt;Jason: look at how old and what gender he is. HE IS TELLING A GRANDFATHER STORY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After financial charting lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Sir, i have a question to ask&lt;br /&gt;Mr Boon: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: ya know i was wondering is stock market a form of gambling?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Boon: NO! (With tons of exclamations actually)&lt;br /&gt;Jason: OH..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Boon: Whats your name? what course your from? look at warren buffet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i really wanted to rebutt him. but the conversation and all ended on a good note though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling dead beat , negative and tired. everything's in a whirl now. time to time it makes me wonder what kind of god would serve this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know that god by this name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L I F E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4363175807634155848?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4363175807634155848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4363175807634155848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4363175807634155848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4363175807634155848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-angel-iam-devil.html' title='YOUR AN ANGEL, IAM A DEVIL'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3877898471053008901</id><published>2009-05-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:54:09.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO SAY</title><content type='html'>and so today i went to the doc and had an x-ray done. took me a whole 3 hours, but it was all worth it because the results are good news. i cant be more thankful. thanks to all those who were concerned and ask me about my knee. i love ya all. and for those who didnt ask me about it. no worries. i still love yall all same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe a little teeny weeny bit less. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bumped into chee keong today and we had quite a chat. about the things we missed. and how we only came around only after opportunities have passed us by. this made me think about some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i day-dreamed my whole day away today. it sucks when you finally snap out of it and then realize that it aint gonna happen at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now. im contemplating over whether to talk to this certain person. ironic part is that, the song that is playing through my speakers now are going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;say what you need to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3877898471053008901?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3877898471053008901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3877898471053008901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3877898471053008901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3877898471053008901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-what-you-need-to-say.html' title='SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO SAY'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-5395050126401357083</id><published>2009-05-03T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:21:14.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING'S MISSING</title><content type='html'>i walk with a certain paranoia these days... ever since the fall, it feels as if something is missing in that knee joint. its just so different from my the other leg now. i hope sometime in the future this wont come back and haunt me. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacks are piling up in my head. problems/issues waiting to be solved. all these while i go and escape from it all. i need to face them. so much so that i wish somebody came and gave me a pill that defeats procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me go start off firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with maths...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-5395050126401357083?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/5395050126401357083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=5395050126401357083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/5395050126401357083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/5395050126401357083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-missing.html' title='SOMETHING&apos;S MISSING'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6268896028520035139</id><published>2009-05-01T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:46:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER GIVEN THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>today was of all sorts. but it started pretty badly. i slipped and fell on my way to the lecture theatre and my knee hurts like hell even until now. crap. i hope it gets better. i wore a hat to school today for the fun of it. and got the class singing to im yours. im no jason mraz. but i looked pretty close today i guess hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i made some sort of discovery - that the new peeps in my class ain't half as bad afterall. all these while i have been judgmental. humans we have all been. take that Susan Boyle incident for example. its been a wake up call. and i hope that the devil wont change my mind :) ego is such a damn thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a last minute thing today was a bbq at xy's place. but before that i got sorta screwed by my violin teacher for bad pitching first. annd i met up with all my good old lasallian buddies. richard was super duper funny, way crazier than i am definitely. and for the first time i played guitar hero or rock band whatever you call it. AND I SUCKED LOADS! i can definitely play the real guitar better haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i left and took one of the last few trains home. i had a changeover and took the wrong one! i went all the way to marina instead! and so i panicked, afraid that there wasn't any more trains. thankfully there was a last one. and when i finally sat down, i looked to my ipod and read the title of the song that was playing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Remedy (I wont't Worry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im currently writing a story now. if it all goes good, it should be up here soon enough. goodnight people of the world. please be patient with the ones around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6268896028520035139?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-28137860.post-8191523182410882343</id><published>2009-04-20T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:50:08.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR CURIOSITY</title><content type='html'>sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the first day of school was sweet. my new lecturers were pretty good. my thermo lecturer is an old man who seems to be super duper passionate about what he is doing. its just the first day and im loving that old guy alr hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sp has a super makeover. addition of subway and a new cafeteria. more high class tables and chairs, plus the library looks much more organized that it was before! cool shit. and i realized that my class peeps are the most boring people on the face on earth. damnit. i have gotta find some ways to be fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh crap. im down with a sickness already. brace up jason, we still have got plenty more days to go. potest qui vult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8191523182410882343?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8191523182410882343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8191523182410882343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8191523182410882343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8191523182410882343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-curiosity.html' title='MR CURIOSITY'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6797185004170094336</id><published>2009-04-19T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:24:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN STRINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and michael says "man jason, its about time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the beginning of a new semester. and somehow im feeling a little darn excited about it although i will be going back to face more math and physics once more. i figured out at this point in life, numbers dictate our life. they determine how good you are, how far you can go and what you can be. they are scary but hell im gonna embrace it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 7 weeks have been much of a recharge. im grateful. cause i met up with tons of my old stpats mates and received pretty much many other endless surprises from life. good ones mostly. i cant wait to get my rusty brain going... churning. im hoping for this upcoming sem to be of something good. and i hope that goodness will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i broke 2 E strings this week for both violin and guitar haha! and i caught 2 movies back to back in a single day! cool right? haha lame. anyway benjamin my good old bud' has just challenged me to write a poem. man, its been ages. since i last wrote one. will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is goood :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6797185004170094336?l=feelandfollow.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-28137860.post-1089848064983080774</id><published>2009-04-11T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:46:17.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOES GOD PEEK INTO OUR DREAMS?</title><content type='html'>please let me have it back. make it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as close as it is to gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1089848064983080774?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1089848064983080774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1089848064983080774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1089848064983080774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1089848064983080774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-god-peek-into-our-dreams.html' title='DOES GOD PEEK INTO OUR DREAMS?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1663489727048638266</id><published>2009-04-06T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:46:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IAM GONNA START A REVOLUTION FROM MY BED</title><content type='html'>the past week was awesome laced with many smiles and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;and i have got so much to say but my mind its kinda going fast now. okay so let me try to slow it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i got praised by my violin teacher this week! yay! felt so motivated and happy. cause i screwed up a hell lot the previous week. okay aunt rhody is next HA. will own it. someday i will play cannon in d. someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell. i think im gonna go get myself enrolled for the guitar grade 2 exam this year. whee. so excited. hahaha but gotta get myself fully geared up first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing to end off the week was the OASIS concert!!! hands down. at least i've got to see them before they hit the grave. hahaha. the anthemic songs like wonderwall, dont look back in anger and champagne supernova were just freaking epic. i finally got to hear the songs live. one of the first songs i learnt on guitar was dont look back in anger and since then i have been playing that ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khoonbeng told me that for every mistake you make. you only get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; real chance to make it up. either you grab it or let it go, and forget about it/regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1663489727048638266?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1663489727048638266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1663489727048638266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1663489727048638266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SdJD_wK7BYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cwYIkI_qTuI/s320/200px-Approaching_Normal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319388872419509634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The sunset rains, like a bullethole&lt;br /&gt;Trees only seem for hanging&lt;br /&gt;The moon is a target range&lt;br /&gt;And rivers seem only for drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ball the blame&lt;br /&gt;Then you starve to finish your painting&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna take time my friend&lt;br /&gt;You have to keep graceful dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE OCTOBER'S LATEST RELEASE IS OUT!!! &lt;br /&gt;i hope the album is awesome. cant wait to put my ears to them. &lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;and for some apparent reason, i just TOTALLY dig that album cover! :)&lt;br /&gt;cause it seems to just bring out this weird emotion. a mix of sadness and loneliness yet with a tinge of hope. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear im gonna own twinkle twinkle little stars, lightly row and song of the wind on the violin. im gonna make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4716539126891046340?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4716539126891046340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4716539126891046340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4716539126891046340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-5bzPGEvI/AAAAAAAAAas/iEaqjS2UsRw/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-5bzPGEvI/AAAAAAAAAas/iEaqjS2UsRw/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318673572208972530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-5btkpeKI/AAAAAAAAAak/rAxutP1eKNE/s1600-h/markschalet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-5btkpeKI/AAAAAAAAAak/rAxutP1eKNE/s320/markschalet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318673570688759970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-5bT8lGmI/AAAAAAAAAac/eoT0k_5tvbc/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-5bT8lGmI/AAAAAAAAAac/eoT0k_5tvbc/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318673563809815138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i didnt know its so fun to mess around with people's minds, because apparently right now im messing with Yixuan's. this reminds me of times which i used to mess around with nigel's in school. wheeeee... so fun :) anyway one thing which i have to take note of is that school starts in 3 weeks from now - less than a month. no comments about that though. somehow i cant wait to go to school and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; myself, if you get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh. i caught stepbrothers like a couple of days ago. hilarious crap. khoonbeng never fails to introduce me these kind of stuff. i caught a midnight movie on sat - detroit metal city. it was a good watch. makes me think of how much us and our dreams are worth. its good to have dreams afterall they cost nothing. but if someone were to come and ask my what my dream would be. i probably wouldnt find a definitive answer to that... yet. because dreams are like water. they take up different shapes at different times yet remaining pure and honest to their intentions. so my dreams are undergo-ing something like that. they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way its been ages since i posted peektures! so i thought i might have them up. some i realized have been over-dued for so longgg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2042649278851204761?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2042649278851204761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2042649278851204761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2042649278851204761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2042649278851204761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-what-its-worth.html' title='DAYS TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/Sc-38PBiuHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-e2TQ9Btcug/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-344019773038132107</id><published>2009-03-24T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:50:10.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO LONG SO LONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peak hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arms at 90 degrees, holding on to circular Grey bars which never seem to come to a complete end, it just goes on. everyone standing up were doing the same too, but he knew what he was looking for - exactly what the lady to his right was eyeing for. the bus halted to a stop, a clean way was paved, he walked up towards the one and only seat of the last row and sat, the lady was right up behind him and she knew she had already lost when he saw what the boy had done. he smiles. he had just took which many commuters find a prize during hours like these - a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheels in motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a complete halt. people alight and new strangers onboard. and so he saw that lady took to a seat - good for her. he observes, a man in his sixties, white haired but dressed up in a office suit with a brown leather back, walking towards his direction and finally resting on the seat beside him. he takes a quick glimpse at todays paper before retrieving something from his bag. the boy finds him vaguely familiar, as if he as seen him somewhere before. probably a calefare on some teevee shows he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but still, whats there to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy turns towards his ipod and decides to focus on his music anyway. the next time he turned to his side, that old man already has an electronic gadget in his hands, on the screen displayed "snake" in capital big letters. he remembers that game. he played it when he was younger... when his phone has that application. the old man goes on it, and is pretty good too. the boy is surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;time travels along with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old man looks up and wonders where the carriage has taken him now, his snake dies, the boy chuckle cause it happened... more than once. it is time, the boy alights. but one final glimpse, the elder still has one out of the five lives which the digital world has given to his snake. and presses on. that man is still much too young for his age. and then he is gone. 10m...20m...30m... and then out of sight to your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleeting memories from time to time. about the past, friendships and relationships. and fantasies about the future, as if they would come true. i dont know what to say though about them because every moment comes only once and no matter how you try to find another moment exactly the same... the truth is that you can never replicate it. Growing up is really something that put our souls to the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-344019773038132107?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/344019773038132107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=344019773038132107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/344019773038132107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/344019773038132107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-long-so-long.html' title='SO LONG SO LONG'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-4124379837660968127</id><published>2009-03-14T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:59:04.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NE PLEURE PAS</title><content type='html'>i had better get out of the house, the clouds looks like they are about to let it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4124379837660968127?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4124379837660968127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4124379837660968127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4124379837660968127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4124379837660968127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/03/ne-pleure-pas.html' title='NE PLEURE PAS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-8081918275667174359</id><published>2009-03-13T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:01:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPLESS DREAMING</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't been writing much on this page of mine lately, only leaving short vague sentences and lines behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is i don't know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8081918275667174359?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8081918275667174359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8081918275667174359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8081918275667174359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8081918275667174359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless-dreaming.html' title='SLEEPLESS DREAMING'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1697566816513891999</id><published>2009-03-05T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:21:30.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE</title><content type='html'>Jamal: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never forgot. Not for one day. I knew I’d find you in the end. It’s our destiny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Latika: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thought we would meet again only in death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is our destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1697566816513891999?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1697566816513891999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1697566816513891999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1697566816513891999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1697566816513891999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3214198792735186598</id><published>2009-02-28T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:49:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING TASTES AS SWEET AS WHAT I CAN'T HAVE</title><content type='html'>its the way &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are twisting your hair around your fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3214198792735186598?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3214198792735186598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3214198792735186598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3214198792735186598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3214198792735186598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-tastes-as-sweet-as-what-i-cant.html' title='NOTHING TASTES AS SWEET AS WHAT I CAN&apos;T HAVE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3885265571198753301</id><published>2009-02-21T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:00:14.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont keep hanging on to the memories just live your life take things one at a time please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3885265571198753301?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3885265571198753301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3885265571198753301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3885265571198753301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3885265571198753301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-keep-hanging-on-to-memories-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3961559054834244620</id><published>2009-02-20T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:13:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE THE LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND DREAMS</title><content type='html'>the most amazing thing i found out today since friday has just started about an hour and (9 x 60) seconds ago according to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXk77k5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/tsLNv_BdNZE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXk77k5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/tsLNv_BdNZE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555770350375826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Chile has been awarded the Guinness World Record for the largest swimming pool on the planet. The gigantic lagoon is located in the resort of San Alfonso del Mar in Algarrobo City, on the southern coast of Chile. The pool is over a kilometer long (3,323 feet), covering 20 acres and containing 250,000 cubic meters of water."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXncnZhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kvz4F7ZDibE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXncnZhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kvz4F7ZDibE/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555771024336402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The pool took five years to build, cost nearly £1billion and the annual maintenance bill will be £2million. It can harvest, filter and permanently recirculate ocean water by itself."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXEkKKCI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gdm6E3bOEJk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXEkKKCI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gdm6E3bOEJk/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555761660733474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The man-made saltwater lagoon has been attracting huge crowds to the San Alfonso del Mar resort at Algarrobo since it opened last month. Its turquoise waters are so crystal clear that you can see the bottom even in the deep end."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RWu7MfWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xnpdbmHu3Y4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RWu7MfWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xnpdbmHu3Y4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304555755851775330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my (day)dreams, i swim in bathtubs as huge as this and i enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im shot out of the school semester like a cannonball and into the holidays. well im not feeling exactly happy about it though cause that means i have start thinking of things to do to keep my day going. prolly have to come up with a set of things to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we always want what we can't have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3961559054834244620?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3961559054834244620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3961559054834244620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3961559054834244620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3961559054834244620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-line-between-reality-and-dreams.html' title='HATE THE LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND DREAMS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SZ2RXk77k5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/tsLNv_BdNZE/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-3496556060529544599</id><published>2009-02-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:34:24.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldnt let me sign on? &lt;br /&gt;All my islands have sunk in the deep, so I can hardly relax or even oversleep &lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I were home some nights when we count all the ship lights &lt;br /&gt;I guess Ill never know why sparrows love the snow &lt;br /&gt;Well turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3496556060529544599?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3496556060529544599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3496556060529544599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3496556060529544599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3496556060529544599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-believe-that-crew-has-gone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1888681975892567887</id><published>2009-02-15T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:49:48.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DY/DX</title><content type='html'>calculus. a form of math invented by issac newton. &lt;br /&gt;thanks to him, i will be going face to face with the numbers tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;differentiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;integration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to go on them like how homer would strangle bart. &lt;br /&gt;math has been my valentine but i dont like her at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1888681975892567887?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1888681975892567887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1888681975892567887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1888681975892567887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1888681975892567887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/02/dydx.html' title='DY/DX'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7089492992408551122</id><published>2009-02-08T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:55:15.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F=MA</title><content type='html'>CRAP. im in love with this girl from youtube who sings and plays the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;br /&gt;- i think i have just nailed that reggae strumming for the other jason's im yours song.&lt;br /&gt;- i nailed astronomy test on friday&lt;br /&gt;- i didnt screw up the presentation on wed&lt;br /&gt;- i didnt screw up the presentation on fri&lt;br /&gt;- michael is back (more visits to the china girl! HAHAHHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the side note from what happened last week, dont trust edmund on the popcorn. hahahah. all the best for the vertical marathon later pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go against the grain, mr jason c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7089492992408551122?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7089492992408551122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7089492992408551122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7089492992408551122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scene is playing it out almost wrong when it shouldn't be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams start in no time. and im...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1717339430714701683?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1717339430714701683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1717339430714701683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1717339430714701683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-4286024638441450980</id><published>2009-01-28T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:16:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP THE HAMMERS</title><content type='html'>i have finally laid my hands on Goethe's Faust after searching through countless bookstores! cant wait to read this closet drama after i have fought the battle with the exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is building up lately. deadlines, anticipations, workload and stuff. but then again i know everything is just temporary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will all pass and then the realization that life isnt that bad afterall...will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i have finally learnt slow dancing in a burning room two rock amp version. hahaha awesome. and edmund is so damn hooked on your body is a wonderland that he's started to do the egyptian dance along with it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far, chinese new year has been good. and before we know it the next one will come with the past year's one still fresh in our head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4286024638441450980?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4286024638441450980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4286024638441450980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4286024638441450980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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buy more bananas for myself this year hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. i aint taking any of these stuff in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and by the way, if you calculate, lets supposing we all get married in our 20s, we will actually give more than what we'll receive in this life! so dont waste any angpao taking opportunities cause next time we'll have a hard time escaping the giving ones hahahah. what shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAjFnJuk1Aw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAjFnJuk1Aw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chanced upon this on youtube. its pretty cool really. all these musicians all over the world coming together hoping to inspire some change through their music. admirable really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy lunar new year people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7796505149313542546?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7796505149313542546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7796505149313542546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7796505149313542546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7796505149313542546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/01/aye.html' title='WORLD BULL AMBASSADOR UP FOR GRABS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7900859938927040555</id><published>2009-01-21T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:12:40.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMFORTING SOUNDS</title><content type='html'>in spite of all the pessimism, today i heard things that perked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my lecturer said i was damn zai. hahahah. and she meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i feel like the world is on top of me breaking me down with endless monotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like theres nothing stopping me, all things are possible and im unstopppable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7900859938927040555?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7900859938927040555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7900859938927040555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7900859938927040555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7900859938927040555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2009/01/comforting-sounds.html' title='COMFORTING SOUNDS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1153997303249350181</id><published>2009-01-19T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:31:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM</title><content type='html'>this isn't aseop fables. but when i was changing my guitar strings last Saturday, i came to realize that the process of changing strings sucked. the manual tuning of the pegs before the inserting of strings then the stretching while this worry of having it snap in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that isnt the main point really. what i was looking forward to was the end product - silver and sounded pure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like that. and currently im on a pretty bad point on life's graph. going down as i climb myself upwards. i have regretted. i regretted so many times in my life and this is another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say that i would be proud of the things i did which made me regret. but when i look back, i realized this was how it should be. i was glad i regretted really, cause i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;learnt&lt;/span&gt;. and this factor was so damn important for me. but of course, if you can or if we can or if i can, do your best not to have any regrets like how everyone says. but deep inside we all know thats bullshit. just continue lying to yourself, we all need that lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i need a miracle and the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really believed in one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-8311190731638768786</id><published>2009-01-19T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:24:58.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARRY ME OVER</title><content type='html'>the truth is i don't have good numbers and time to my name anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant make sense of this mess im in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8311190731638768786?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8311190731638768786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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VACATION</title><content type='html'>i listen to the news of death lately... on the television and in my reality itself. then i start to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how long can we hang on to this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much time have we left to not take things for granted&lt;br /&gt;how much time have we left to find love&lt;br /&gt;how much time have we left to understand the loss of love and then pain&lt;br /&gt;how much time have we left to move somebody&lt;br /&gt;how much time have we left to make up for some past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;how much time have we left to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when all is said and done i guess the best thing we can do is to find ourselves through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2777138180628842032?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-2319303356872912425</id><published>2009-01-01T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:18:48.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A YEAR IN THE PAST, FOREVER IN THE FUTURE</title><content type='html'>so this is the first post of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the countdown at east coast park along with my patrician buddies, mr ng and miss karen. the whole thing was just super dupa lengendary, just when i thought this year would suck loads. it came out good. real good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lights and sounds at 12 midnight is the friendly reminder of the new year from where we were. ships sounded their horns and shot up flares. clanking of crystals and explosions off in the distance. images and records you see and hear only once every 365 days. classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we popped sparkling juice instead of champagnes and wine. booze are bad for health ya know. and we played with sparklers like we were kids! the starshine, flarelights and sparklights just illuminate the sky. waves of crowds and tents. music from radios and guitars just drown out the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed back to st pats to bum out at the shamrock cove in the wee hours of the first morning. and the first activity i did of the year was to DOTA! hahah. been ages since i played warcraft. hanged out till 6am before heading off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway 2008 has been a pretty much of a "more downs and less ups" year for me. i watched myself made some mistakes which i wished i could take back. but hell, im super glad 2009 is now here to take over. please make it so damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new year resolutions? prolly to ride a flying pig. &lt;br /&gt;so tell me more about it hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures LYNK gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-2717185182334569082</id><published>2008-12-24T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:57:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STREET OF DREAMS</title><content type='html'>i haven't been in the best of moods these couple of days,&lt;br /&gt;but hell i know things will pick up soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the glasses which i have heavily relied on for the past decade broke this morning. to be honest, i was so darn pissed, cause i feel like a handicapped. i can still see but not very well. as i write this post, i have already got over the anger. gonna make the best out of what i have i guess.. theres like 3 tests next week or something... crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a upon time, in primary 5, there was this teacher. he asked the class this,&lt;br /&gt;"which do you think is the worst of all the human senses to lose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the loss of sight, the failure of the ability to see. and for life, you will not see the things you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today the rain and wind married each other once again, so did both of em yesterday and maybe the day before. but then again nothing lasts forever...even this cold december rain. i went to church last night, i couldn't describe more than to say that it was good. i ain't a church-goer but to soak up in the Christmas atmosphere? bet you'd have felt good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december is on its way out of the door and november felt like yesterday. welcome january? we all have to and i hope it will be wayyyy better than 2008.  please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will always be a slave to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its minutes to midnight now (sounds like that linkin park album..), so.. Merry Christmas, my good people, go soak up at the lights and sounds before its too late. i think the christmas fixtures at orchard road sucks though. but thats not the point, well have fun and embrace the joy with your love ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2717185182334569082?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2717185182334569082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2717185182334569082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2717185182334569082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2717185182334569082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/street-of-dreams.html' title='STREET OF DREAMS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1930582594152918868</id><published>2008-12-24T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:09:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP AND LISTEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;im sorry for you,&lt;br /&gt;not sorry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this pretty much sums up my inner consciousness accounts spilling out of its cup right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is that the truth hurts,&lt;br /&gt;don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody fucking owes you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1930582594152918868?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1930582594152918868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1930582594152918868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1930582594152918868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1930582594152918868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/wake-up-and-listen.html' title='WAKE UP AND LISTEN'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1015985879011261121</id><published>2008-12-21T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:51:34.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK (THIS WAY)</title><content type='html'>online quizzes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kills&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either you make it or you dont,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you play the go-around game back to where you started from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1015985879011261121?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1015985879011261121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1015985879011261121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1015985879011261121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1015985879011261121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-this-way.html' title='WALK (THIS WAY)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-8295162452198399628</id><published>2008-12-18T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:53:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MACHINES HAVE TAKEN HOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;time doesnt allow you to catch up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with god-bro yesterday. headed over to dempsey. i never thought that area would be so nice. the food, drinks, ambience and music. people, bring your girlfriend there next time when theres a special occasion or something. that place's pretty sweet. but the downside is that its pretty darn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i chanced onto a cd store and got myself chinese democracy! the music totally blew me away when the cd started it spin on that player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes-man over twilight today! its a darn good show. go watch it, twilight's for girls hahahahh. yess, im generalizing! i think i reserved a copy of that book from the school library... shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im proud to say that the list of things to do are slowly getting shorter, however much is still left to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, from that time piece i see, not much is left of the time to change and understand things. i dont wanna feel short-changed. all i have left is just awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8295162452198399628?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8295162452198399628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8295162452198399628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8295162452198399628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8295162452198399628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/machines-have-taken-hold.html' title='THE MACHINES HAVE TAKEN HOLD'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-8801344515941993184</id><published>2008-12-13T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:06:14.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE WAS A TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you could be walking on the streets, in class or just waiting for the bus. in this case, the bus. so you turn around, bored, then something, its a someone who catches your attention. you normally dont see stars on the ground. but you see one, whose brightness only you can see. you try to brush it away. you think to yourself "shes just a stranger". but unknowingly you just find your eyes gazing towards her. a sudden realization. then you tell yourself you dont wanna look in that direction till the bus comes. and you don't. then from the distance you see the approaching bus and you cant help but screw that thought for one last glimpse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because for some things, you just might not see them again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8801344515941993184?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8801344515941993184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8801344515941993184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8801344515941993184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8801344515941993184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-time.html' title='THERE WAS A TIME'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3906802758228874888</id><published>2008-12-09T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:47.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ERASER</title><content type='html'>the more i try the eraser the more you will appear.&lt;br /&gt;oh the more. the more. the more.&lt;br /&gt;you'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reappear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a cold cold day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3906802758228874888?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-28137860.post-4185254436052693156</id><published>2008-12-07T23:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:07:05.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FEEL GOOD DRAG</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is officially the start of the holidays. the first half of the week has been hectic. fought the war against the mid semester tests and like human, i screwed up here and there. no regrets, i did my best. got back my results for my astronomy test which i took about a couple of weeks ago. remember how i said, that i screwed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but when i saw the truth laid across the computer screen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied the day before and by some weird cosmic reason, i did pretty well. apparently better than my nerd friend who told me he studied weeks ahead. &lt;br /&gt;man, WHAT A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i came up with a list of things which i have and wish to do for the holidays. from the way i see it, i think its more work than fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my things-to-do for the holidays list:&lt;br /&gt;- learn a guitar solo&lt;br /&gt;- read a book&lt;br /&gt;- learn how to fold paper stars&lt;br /&gt;- complete my CAD assignment&lt;br /&gt;- complete my IDEA project&lt;br /&gt;- complete my oral communication project&lt;br /&gt;- do my astronomy quiz on telescopes&lt;br /&gt;- do my math homework&lt;br /&gt;- write a song&lt;br /&gt;- watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;- catching up with old buddies&lt;br /&gt;- batam trip? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i think its about time i go do some exercise too. running. swimming. ya know all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang,&lt;br /&gt;most of the things i listed don't sound very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always felt that life is but a race. and your just a runner along with the millions going through the same distance. you might think, a race for the finish line? maybe. some would think that way. but i'd prefer not to think it that way if possible. its about breathing in, the energy, the feeling and exhilaration along the way. the people you meet and the situations you face. faith determination breathlessness panic fear love, these are what makes life's race beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you think again, does being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just do not want to cross the finish line not knowing what happened along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to set my eyes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;h u m a n&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4185254436052693156?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4185254436052693156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4185254436052693156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4185254436052693156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4185254436052693156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/feel-good-drag.html' title='THE FEEL GOOD DRAG'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1389204355122621543</id><published>2008-12-03T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:11:51.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER PRESSURE</title><content type='html'>the good die young.&lt;br /&gt;you know why? cause they spend their time cleaning up the dirty shit others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and currently, im doing that. trying to salvage some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking insensible fuckheads, go kiss hitler's ass in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1389204355122621543?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1389204355122621543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1389204355122621543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1389204355122621543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1389204355122621543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/under-pressure.html' title='UNDER PRESSURE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3915706912051252131</id><published>2008-12-01T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:54:24.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEE-U-ZIK</title><content type='html'>Check out this band if your free - John Butler Trio. Amazing piece of music. The song below is an instrumental though. Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VAkOhXIsI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VAkOhXIsI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway lately i have learnt the intro to "Tears in heaven"(its a classic!) by Eric Clapton. so im pretty satisfied :) pretty emotional song. afterall he wrote it for his departed son. anyway he retired this song back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRsJlAJvOSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRsJlAJvOSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can be freaking warm/sucky/shitty sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;but all can be good when you try take things e a s y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3915706912051252131?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3915706912051252131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3915706912051252131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3915706912051252131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3915706912051252131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/12/mee-u-zik.html' title='MEE-U-ZIK'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-4617112444770872260</id><published>2008-11-28T14:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:31:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/STAY6CC35-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/QNDHDt1BJXg/s1600-h/OrionBeltx_demartin_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742548911253474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/STAY6CC35-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/QNDHDt1BJXg/s320/OrionBeltx_demartin_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                           Orion's belt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the time has come. its around this time of the year when you look up at the starry sky. you can see orion. so look up if your out into the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my first time blogging from school. theres time before my next class starts so well im currently at the study area under T18. and its pretty warm here. the smiling sun hangs above. theres shelter, but its still hard to escape the warmth of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got done with astronomy about 15 mins ago. pretty cool topic today though, understanding the starry sky... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some jokes from class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: &lt;em&gt;so if you see the north star (Polaris) above you, you know that your sharing the same space with the polar bears. be careful because the polar bear has already spotted its dinner. *grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: &lt;em&gt;and if your rich. you can pay us30K to go on a trip to the north pole. to see the stars, ice and everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Eng yow (Ya know, the nerd i sit with) besides me replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so sir, will meals be provided?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i nearly burst out of the seat laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4617112444770872260?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4617112444770872260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4617112444770872260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4617112444770872260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4617112444770872260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/polaris.html' title='ORION'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f3KCbYgTRcA/STAY6CC35-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/QNDHDt1BJXg/s72-c/OrionBeltx_demartin_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-513139366813494768</id><published>2008-11-27T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:40:04.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a joke a day keeps the madness away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i insane already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is SPSTAR. well, its like a singing competition within the campus. sorta like singapore idol and all that. and hell, i fooled all my classmates that i will be singing tomorrow. me having passed the auditions and stuff. coolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-513139366813494768?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/513139366813494768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=513139366813494768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/513139366813494768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/513139366813494768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/joke-day-keeps-madness-away-or-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7722041543249086873</id><published>2008-11-25T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:09:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK HORSE</title><content type='html'>OH MY GAWD. NICKELBACK'S DARK HORSE IS FREAKING GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard the single and its mind blowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life&lt;br /&gt;The one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it by the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we're meeting&lt;br /&gt;Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holdin my breath&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I spend forever with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7722041543249086873?l=feelandfollow.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-28137860.post-5662344182644347594</id><published>2008-11-23T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:51:09.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT YOU WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;lay still, and all around you, you will hear a million voices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the heavens released its faucet of tears as i was sitting inside a metal box moving forwards. and i was wondering whats up with the weather nowadays. it just blows hot and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i figured out that my telecaster is in bad news. gonna send it for repair. apparently it has some sound problems. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese democracy is out!!! finally after over a decade. axl should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got myself use your illusion I and II. haha. cant wait to put my ears to it. hope both are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael made a video blog post. its pretty cool though. replacing words with visual senses. if you know the link, hit it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday - i hate to know that the start of week is coming in a matter of hours. a surprise test tomorrow and im totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 2 weeks to december freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-5662344182644347594?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/5662344182644347594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=5662344182644347594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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up to face the sucky-ness of it all, i thought i might as well go do those tests with a bang. and apparently, i screwed up quite a bit for astronomy. but hella i owned the first one almost hands down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this question during the astro test which required me to create my own calendar, and i had to suggest 2 names for the first and the last month. i was thinking of animal names, colours and stuff. then i settled for "Faust" and "Midas" at the end. i hope i still get my marks though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my astro lecturer is damn funny person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;once a student asked me how long will the sun last before it dies out.&lt;br /&gt;the answer was 10 billion years. and i told the student not to worry and that he still had a BRIGHT future ahead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn lame la. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, finally happy birthday to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... and i was supposed to feel good about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the wishes people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2526491398487598482?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2526491398487598482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2526491398487598482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2526491398487598482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2526491398487598482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/faust-midas-and-myself.html' title='FAUST, MIDAS AND MYSELF'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-30336998975667162</id><published>2008-11-16T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:10:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11PM</title><content type='html'>the week is gonna hit like a rocking hurricane. its already the storm before the calm. projects, tests and more projects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, happy birthday chris oh. cheers to over a decade of friendship :) the chalet was great. couldnt have found a better escape route out of the hectic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and edmund, he's on the globe somewhere climbing mountains and stuff. i hope no tigers bites him. stay good and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can be overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i believe, goodness is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-30336998975667162?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/30336998975667162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=30336998975667162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/30336998975667162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/30336998975667162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/1111pm.html' title='11.11PM'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-4205636462474101122</id><published>2008-11-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:45:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And today, the clouds opened up and let it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4205636462474101122?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4205636462474101122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4205636462474101122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4205636462474101122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4205636462474101122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-today-clouds-opened-up-and-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3906563093789897459</id><published>2008-11-09T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:19:17.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DONT KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING NOW</title><content type='html'>the first saturday of the month was pure golden. need i say more? nothing beats hanging out with good old Patrician buddies. some couldnt make it but the birthday celebration for the november dudes but nevertheless it was still hella fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner then off to mike's place... for soccer. hahah. and damn man utd lost to a arsenal by a goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, to all my friends who got promoted to j2. congrats man. &lt;br /&gt;im proud of you hahah &lt;br /&gt;to chris whose re-exams are coming up. hell yeah. you can do it man!&lt;br /&gt;to all my other pals who are out there somewhere, in the polys or the ites.&lt;br /&gt;you all have been missed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say how much i treasure all these buddies of mine. wouldnt know where i would be without them. freaking seriously. they make up half of my world. all the nonsensical shit we all used to do together and all those jokes that would you apart again and again were well missed. but they all came back last night. all the laughters and memories added to the hard drive in my head will sure be bound to be replayed over and over again, to not just me, but all of us who experienced "it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i miss stpats so much. the place where i grew up and really understood and learnt many things. i remember a senior telling me years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jason, once you leave stpats. you will enter the REAL world. and realize how good stpats was"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i look back at all the good things, like 2 sides of a coin... there were also the bad part. for that side, i wished i had done better. made better decisions and lessened the hate. fuck. it sucks. now that its over, like a sudden wave of realization hits and you cant help but think how childish you were. and to all the other mistakes i made, i wish i could take them all back. to the times when i thought i was doing the right thing to the months later knowing how &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; i was. i wish i could take them all back. i wish i had done better, been wiser and understood more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SRa4gLmaKqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iVVhxsthBM0/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SRa4gLmaKqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iVVhxsthBM0/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266599677265586850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SRa4gDanXTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jkVkQLYUA0c/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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NOW'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SRa4gLmaKqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iVVhxsthBM0/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-570529336399238490</id><published>2008-11-06T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:25:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-570529336399238490?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/570529336399238490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=570529336399238490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/570529336399238490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/570529336399238490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3118486000617695981</id><published>2008-11-05T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:29:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHFUL THINKING</title><content type='html'>OVER. the invisible obstacle in my ear has left for good. stay a while longer and its freaking gonna pay rent. hell im glad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mechanics squeezed my brain hella dry. but i swear im so damn gonna own you. watch out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this upcoming saturday could probably one of the bestest days of the year. aint placing my bet on it yet. but im pretty sure its gonna be hell of a fun. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luck? sheer perseverence? i dont know bout that mike. will see how things goes. and sorry bro, im bad at remembering birthdays, from friends to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days ago, khoonbeng came up with something magical. but it has gonna take loadsa work. so right now, anticipation breeds. and i feel inspired to come up with chunks of words and melody. but time plays a huge part and i dont have the luxury of it. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the hell, aids talk tomorrow lah. haha 1 cca point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waves of silver, waves of gold are coming down to take me&lt;br /&gt;Separate my body from my soul, and Jesus either leaves or takes me&lt;br /&gt;Hopes of heaven, fears of hell and what's the chance I'll make it&lt;br /&gt;When all my other plans have failed and I have tried so hard to fake it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3118486000617695981?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3118486000617695981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3118486000617695981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3118486000617695981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3118486000617695981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='WISHFUL THINKING'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6858890009948395003</id><published>2008-11-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:18:46.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING IS SOUND</title><content type='html'>ears are important. they make you listen. they make you want to listen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to noise, to sound to everything that makes this world more perfect with every note coming out from an instrument to words that carry meaning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these couple of days, something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my right ear that is. its like theres this muffled sound resounding. something like air stuck. and its refusal to get out. i cant write how much it sucks cause its more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how my ears are important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it goes away tomorrow or even better, NOW. Just please go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6858890009948395003?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6858890009948395003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6858890009948395003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6858890009948395003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6858890009948395003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-sound.html' title='NOTHING IS SOUND'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-3487663756823860975</id><published>2008-11-02T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:14:47.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, WHERE DO WE GO NOW?</title><content type='html'>yours truly is sick. &lt;br /&gt;the creep just feeds on me and is taking me down. trying to separate my brain from the body. seriously, im losing it - focus. quickly go away or something. i never liked going on the trip to have a conversation with a man in white. maybe when im gone then i'd have him pronounce me. i'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wont be replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cranky is the word for me this week. been feeling it up there all the time this week. but its all good i guess. the next two weekends will prove to be great. looking forward to that. schoolwork is a pain. man, how many times have we gone through this already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, people come and go. bani, its been a pleasure. hello fugune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now im pretty mesmerized by semi-hollow bodied guitars right now. and if your wondering...it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SQybC4vJFfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9qDuriBgxxY/s1600-h/474944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SQybC4vJFfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9qDuriBgxxY/s320/474944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263752538381424114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;Epiphone Dot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to own at least one in this life. &lt;br /&gt;and it has to be in red . so sexay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-3487663756823860975?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/3487663756823860975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=3487663756823860975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3487663756823860975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/3487663756823860975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-where-do-we-go-now.html' title='OH, WHERE DO WE GO NOW?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SQybC4vJFfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9qDuriBgxxY/s72-c/474944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-284949676555231203</id><published>2008-10-27T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:59:57.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO PAIN NO GAIN NO PAIN NO GAIN.&lt;br /&gt;JUST USE YOUR HEAD AND IN THE END, YOU WILL FIND YOUR INSPIRATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-284949676555231203?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/284949676555231203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=284949676555231203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/284949676555231203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/284949676555231203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-pain-no-gain-no-pain-no-gain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-9200861929055285699</id><published>2008-10-26T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:49:16.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRODIGAL SUN</title><content type='html'>i survived over an hour of intense moshing this week on friday.&lt;br /&gt;avenged sevenfold! yeah it was awesome even though no matter how you move you were touching sweaty shirts and stuff. the sound quality was pretty bad, cant hear no shit, only the crowd. and i think zacky's guitar was out of tune. xianyi turned into a monster the moment they played "afterlife"! shoulda seen him. he started shouting the songs and elbowed this fella who was moshing his way thru the crowd. and i saw that dude fly backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey, did you see the mosh just now?&lt;br /&gt;oh you mean the bunch of people who were trying to kill each another? did they survive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school hasnt been working really well for me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like a guitar. an instrument that goes out of tune from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something or someone to come and tune it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i feel so... out of tune now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i have been having doubts or have been doubted of my abilities to perform well. its all in the mind they say. i say that too. but the mind is just something so hard to comprehend. like we're all slaves to our thoughts. it blinds us, controls and forces us to do the unthinkable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a shot from the dark - something just speaks to me, telling me "this cant be it". im more than what i think i can. larger than what i think i can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause im bigger than my body gives me the credit for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;its time already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to let my little shoe start kicking ass :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-9200861929055285699?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/9200861929055285699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=9200861929055285699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/9200861929055285699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/9200861929055285699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/prodigal-sun.html' title='PRODIGAL SUN'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-739246358542899774</id><published>2008-10-23T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:36:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER</title><content type='html'>Never thought that with you I'd manage to avoid the invitation&lt;br /&gt;Of promised love that cant keep up with your adoration&lt;br /&gt;Just use your head, and in the end you'll find your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;To choose your steps and wont regret this kind of aggravation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-739246358542899774?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/739246358542899774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=739246358542899774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/739246358542899774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/739246358542899774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/better.html' title='BETTER'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1600287383038281260</id><published>2008-10-19T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:57:43.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DON'T NEED TO WHISPER</title><content type='html'>a getaway plan is what i need from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to stpats today. and through the human windows, i realized the east had changed quite a fair bit. from the people, to the surrounding and to the things we know. people come and go. but today, i saw some who went but came back. i was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasallian peace prayer today. there were moments when i felt this tape in my head rewind. old memories come rushing back. good ones. and yes, i saw most of my friends who appeared in these past scenes. and during reflection i felt myself think, about my life especially. what i really want and what i really need. they took to different prayers for peace. peace in the world? its vague really. what sort of peace actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting beside Alex and Calvin. old time buddies. and yeah, they revealed another side of them to me. emotional matters - problems. we all have them. when asked if i had any, i replied yes. and they said i didnt look like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact remains that from time to time, we all have this rebel fighting inside of us. ready to confuse and turn us against ourselves. theres a war raging now inside someone, somewhere, anywhere. its this war inside us that turns us against people and ourselves. firefights you see from the tv screens evolve from that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear this war. not by a broom or obeying commands. but listen to your heart. im grateful for today even though it was short-lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1600287383038281260?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1600287383038281260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1600287383038281260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1600287383038281260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1600287383038281260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-dont-need-to-whisper.html' title='WE DON&apos;T NEED TO WHISPER'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-231503179108822906</id><published>2008-10-13T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:04:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAYANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;alvin : help me do this survey can? thanks. http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=HpWpNgS01BBo7jOkq_2fl3dA_3d_3d&lt;br /&gt;alvin: its only for poly students. ask your frens do can? i need at least 30 people sia.&lt;br /&gt;jason: yeah no problem.&lt;br /&gt;alvin: just paste on their msn liao.&lt;br /&gt;jason: yep. doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;alvin: &lt;strong&gt;then you wayang abit, say im a chiobu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason: hahahah. okay will do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my former tuition teacher who is currently in uni now. he is such a funny fella. man i havent been keeping in touch with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school wasn't that bad. but my timetable is pretty hardcore now. and that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday is international lasallians prayer for peace. &lt;br /&gt;venue will be at stpats. hope to see all you lasallian buddies there. come down and pray for peace ...be it for the world or for the heart of yours or another's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potest qui vult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-231503179108822906?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/231503179108822906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=231503179108822906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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like colgate and im glad that everything is working pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next few days is gonna be nothing short of being hectic. but hell, im prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally... im gonna go jamming with my buddies this sunday. i will be covering 2 songs. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;angels or devils by dishwalla.&lt;br /&gt;slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna start next week. im happy yet sad at the same time. arghh. and i have signed up for calendar and astronomy for GEMS. im pretty much looking foward to it actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're going down &lt;br /&gt;and you can see it too &lt;br /&gt;We're going down &lt;br /&gt;and you know that we're doomed &lt;br /&gt;my dear &lt;br /&gt;we're slow dancing in a burning room &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-5575326434356578846?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/5575326434356578846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=5575326434356578846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/5575326434356578846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/5575326434356578846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/paint-my-blues.html' title='PAINT MY BLUES'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-2864238853646748548</id><published>2008-10-03T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:49:09.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVED?</title><content type='html'>it seems that my thinking over the invitation has been dumb and wasted. i was supposed to apply for it first but aha i missed the date. how great is that? should have read the letter properly. and God made the decision for an indecisive me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, move on biatch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-2864238853646748548?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/2864238853646748548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=2864238853646748548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2864238853646748548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/2864238853646748548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/saved.html' title='SAVED?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-4891003927627087121</id><published>2008-09-28T17:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:24:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGRANT RICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you have too many complaints towards this world&lt;br /&gt;When you fall down you don't dare to continue walking forward&lt;br /&gt;Why must people be so weak, depraved&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to turn on the TV and see&lt;br /&gt;How many people bravely try hard to continue walking for their life &lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we be content with what we have? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should cherish everything even if you don't possess it&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you said your home was the only castle, you continue to run with the fragrance of the rice and the flowing river&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, the dreams when you were young, I know&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, let the fireflies lead you to escape, the eternal dependence of the folk song in the country&lt;br /&gt;Just go home&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the happiness at the very start &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so easy to give up, it's just like I say&lt;br /&gt;For dreams you can't achieve, switch it for another and it'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Put some colour into your life, firstly paint the colour you like on love&lt;br /&gt;Come on and smile, merit and fame aren't the goals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be happy, this is what you call meaning&lt;br /&gt;The paper airplane from my childhood, it's finally flown back to my hand now&lt;br /&gt;That so called happiness, running barefoot in the fields chasing crickets and getting tired&lt;br /&gt;Picking fruits without permission and getting scared from being stung by bees, who's sniggering?&lt;br /&gt;I lean on the scarecrow while being blown by the wind while singing while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Wo Wo The guitar sounds clearer when played with the calls of insects &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo Wo when the sunshine splashes on the road, we will not be afraid of being heartbroken &lt;br /&gt;You should cherish everything even if you don't possess it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe jay chou wrote this! what happened to the yo yo yo thing man? this english translation is not 100% accurate though... got it off some comment off youtube, but it seems pretty good. i think im liking this hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright lets see if i can get a song churned out before the holidays burns dry. and hell i didnt know doing guitar solos gives you a kind of a weird feeling - like your high on drugs. rockstarrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4891003927627087121?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4891003927627087121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4891003927627087121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4891003927627087121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4891003927627087121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/fragrant-rice.html' title='FRAGRANT RICE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6927429041211687594</id><published>2008-09-25T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:59:10.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;pay my respects to grace and virtue &lt;br /&gt;send my condolences to good &lt;br /&gt;give my regards to soul and romance &lt;br /&gt;they always did the best they could &lt;br /&gt;and so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know &lt;br /&gt;wave good bye, wish me well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will your system be alright &lt;br /&gt;when you dream of home tonight &lt;br /&gt;there is no message we're receiving &lt;br /&gt;let me know is your heart still beating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we human or are we denser?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The killers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6927429041211687594?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6927429041211687594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6927429041211687594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6927429041211687594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6927429041211687594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/human.html' title='HUMAN'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7199934360757158015</id><published>2008-09-16T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:46:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NOOOOSE</title><content type='html'>so whats up? i was playing around with channels just now when i came across the noose on channel5. freaking hilarious nonsense. the show just reminded me of some old times... good memories though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWS FLASH : Carpenter got fired because he got hammered on the job. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just damn dumb yet funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the news about my life. squash yesterday. mental miscalculations led to my ball hitting a girl on the head during a match. i just hope she feels even better now. still feeling a little sucky shitty though. of course, i apologised. more than a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i injured myself too. a first time. my palms made contact with the wall to prevent my impact. the pain shot up to my arm. i swore. it burned. my final glimpse saw my ball hit the wall. i won that point.... but whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7199934360757158015?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7199934360757158015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7199934360757158015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7199934360757158015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7199934360757158015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/noooose.html' title='THE NOOOOSE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-8601828604542286764</id><published>2008-09-14T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:45:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE THE MUSIC WHILE THE MUSIC LASTS - T.S ELIOT</title><content type='html'>in the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight ..&lt;br /&gt;Near the village the quiet village the lion sleeps tonight ..&lt;br /&gt;Hush my darling, don't fear my darling. The lion sleeps tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach boys. classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8601828604542286764?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8601828604542286764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8601828604542286764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8601828604542286764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8601828604542286764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-hear-it.html' title='YOU ARE THE MUSIC WHILE THE MUSIC LASTS - T.S ELIOT'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7955056728814300494</id><published>2008-09-11T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:00:34.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CURSE</title><content type='html'>i have been thinking... not now but for a long time already. it just pays me a visit time to time. not welcomed but i gotta accept it. i have been brooding over decisions, mistakes and actions i have made. from good bad shitty crap. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i just want to forgive myself and move on. its a long road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptance... and coming to terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7955056728814300494?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7955056728814300494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7955056728814300494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7955056728814300494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7955056728814300494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-curse.html' title='MY CURSE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-8451597990999034108</id><published>2008-09-11T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:16:06.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEDDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;expect the unexpected&lt;br /&gt;and the dusty faded book from 1983 said:&lt;br /&gt;"not mine. &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revisit the past with&lt;br /&gt;a newpaper cutting, black and white photographs&lt;br /&gt;and a rusty paperclip connecting both stories&lt;br /&gt;for one would not be complete without the either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of what that has been&lt;br /&gt;bliss, excitement , worry - happiness.&lt;br /&gt;interlocked arms&lt;br /&gt;their lives intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took to their promises on paper&lt;br /&gt;all in a day on september 1936&lt;br /&gt;no cakes nor fireworks&lt;br /&gt;did the picture held secrets?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written: sept 11, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8451597990999034108?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8451597990999034108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8451597990999034108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8451597990999034108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8451597990999034108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/expect-unexpected-and-dusty-faded-book.html' title='THE WEDDING'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-7227764044542082545</id><published>2008-09-04T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:29:08.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLDIES</title><content type='html'>i have been listening to more and more oldies these days. Paolo was right. Patricians really prefer oldies to currents. well maybe not all though, only some of the "classic"...fews. so here are some classics on my playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric clapton - tears in heaven / my father's eyes&lt;br /&gt;lighthouse family - high&lt;br /&gt;elvis presley - suspicious mind&lt;br /&gt;big star - thirteen&lt;br /&gt;the beatles - let it be&lt;br /&gt;guns and roses - november rain&lt;br /&gt;oasis - wonderwall / don't look back in anger&lt;br /&gt;ben e king - stand by me (freaking awesome song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the night has come&lt;br /&gt;And the land is dark&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is the only light we'll see&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7227764044542082545?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7227764044542082545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7227764044542082545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7227764044542082545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7227764044542082545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/oldies.html' title='OLDIES'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6930857957474481918</id><published>2008-09-01T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:25:10.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES ARE MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrThygsNdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0YELsajNCHg/s1600-h/m161744396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrTiZ1LVnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3tHBjwi5Gvc/s320/30082008219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733704401933938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrTiYsvKuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Cbe0ebIWDxg/s1600-h/30082008221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrTiYsvKuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Cbe0ebIWDxg/s320/30082008221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733704098097890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrTrZD3dSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BlhGknpn9rw/s1600-h/30082008222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrTrZD3dSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BlhGknpn9rw/s320/30082008222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733858813932834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6930857957474481918?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6930857957474481918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6930857957474481918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6930857957474481918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6930857957474481918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-are-memories.html' title='PICTURES ARE MEMORIES'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SLrThygsNdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0YELsajNCHg/s72-c/m161744396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-8975601621807944622</id><published>2008-09-01T00:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:47:05.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSATLANTICISM</title><content type='html'>the past week have been nothing more than mind-blowing and "once in a lifetime". i guess that phase of "once in a lifetime" applies to everything including that meepok, i mean if you had ate a bowl of it today. but anywayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days has been nothing short of memorable. lynkster gathering then 75th anniversary dinner, then the camp over at mike's place. sweet. like a big chunk of chocolate. just that even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell i believe it now. Joseph sure damn makes thunderous snores. hahaha then we colgated him in the middle of the night. yeah, i got colgated too, but woke up in the nick of time. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about 2012. ya know, all those frreaking rumours about the world is gonna end then. im not sure how things are gonna turn out. 2012? im waiting. we all think its nonsense. but if its sure gonna happen (we only have to wait till then...), i must emphasize on this - &lt;strong&gt;that we must live like the world is gonna explode today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then out of random. i dont know if my phone has decided to take a break or what. it just went into flash mode. and suddenly i feel a sense of loss. i have grown so dependent on this plastic device that it just doesnt feel right without it. i cant remember numbers of people and stuff. but then i have got a backup phone. but my contacts cant be loaded in cause it doesnt have a memory card slot. so now i have to deal with the loss of pictures and numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, what i feel is that all my dear friends and people whom i all know are so far from me.&lt;em&gt; transatlanticism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im grateful for the past days, cause i have actually met up with tons of friends whom i havent met in eons. gotta keep em close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye screw this shit. but thru this i have gain priceless insight. we depend on little and big plastic/metal devices too much for our own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish the songs you can sing without an mp3. try to remember those 8 digit numbers by heart. if you can’t then write the real important ones down on post-its or little notes and carry them around, or better than that… try to be with those important people more often than not. take pictures of beauty with your mind and not just your cameras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling one day when all those tech gadgets eventually go into “flash mode” that we’ll be left with nothing but our memories. don’t be someone who didn’t bother to actually commit anything to memory assuming your hard drives will always have your back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8975601621807944622?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8975601621807944622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8975601621807944622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8975601621807944622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8975601621807944622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/09/transatlanticism-long-post.html' title='TRANSATLANTICISM'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-770946646643071071</id><published>2008-08-29T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:07:26.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA</title><content type='html'>im pretty sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep all night at the chalet. was bbqing in the middle of the night and having some long conversations with classmates with great food and great music backing us up. it was just about 7 of us who were awake all night. talking about relationships to cigerettes to anything else in this world. was great but it came with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was playing some video games. and i think im still pretty good.  i got thrashed by hysam during the first few games of naruto. then later on was playing against jeremy. hell fun. then on early morning. jermy and i tried ultraman. HAHA. the game is just freaking retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i camed home and just conked out for at least 7 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-770946646643071071?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/770946646643071071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=770946646643071071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/770946646643071071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/770946646643071071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-pretty-sick-now.html' title='CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-121160502536421906</id><published>2008-08-26T21:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:03:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECYCLED AIR</title><content type='html'>breath in..... breath out....&lt;br /&gt;the papers are done. its now back to the stone age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught a play last saturday at cj with a couple of people. made new friends too. hell yeah. pretty dark story. ends up with a baby get killed. wtf? but it was pretty cool. later on i left my umbrella and i went back to get it. this is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*khoonbeng and i arrived back at the audit but couldnt find my umbrella then some adults come round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vp: its a rainy day, it seems that your left this behind. *he then whips out my umbrella*&lt;br /&gt;jason: oh yeah, thanks. its mine.&lt;br /&gt;vp: no problem. and we helped you threw your kfc in the dustbin too.&lt;br /&gt;*pauses for a few seconds*&lt;br /&gt;jason: thanks, sorry bout that.&lt;br /&gt;khoonbeng: wait, we didnt have any kfc.&lt;br /&gt;jason: EH... OH YEAH. i dont remember eating kfc.&lt;br /&gt;vp: i trust that you guys didnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;jason and khoobeng: yeah of course not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left. by the way, the kfc was ours! khoonbeng wanted to actually give it to clara after her performance as a joke. what the shit man. was telling this to josh and adeline later on and we laughed like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i see things coming. this week is gonna be hell of a par-tay. class chalet tomorrow, lynksters gathering on fri, homecoming on saturday, camp over at mike's house - hell yeah im excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;late night waits&lt;br /&gt;off to destination unclear&lt;br /&gt;old playing records screaming to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;put one down on the phonograph&lt;br /&gt;a scene of grey tables and metal chairs. &lt;br /&gt;pondering over what to say&lt;br /&gt;we laughed instead.&lt;br /&gt;the obvious message resounding unforgettable memories in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before dived into reality's arms&lt;br /&gt;and moved forward at an alarming rate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-121160502536421906?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/121160502536421906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=121160502536421906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/121160502536421906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/121160502536421906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/08/recycled-air.html' title='RECYCLED AIR'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-4416478524129235767</id><published>2008-08-20T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:21:28.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CONTROL MY JUDGEMENT DAY</title><content type='html'>Humans. we are driven by an invisible force from the mind and things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;willpower. faith. zeal. courage. love.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never let other people's opinion affect your thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it goes black. it goes black so fast.&lt;br /&gt;bouncing back was never that quick.&lt;br /&gt;and on some days i realize you have to i n v e n t what you lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all gonna live a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4416478524129235767?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4416478524129235767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4416478524129235767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4416478524129235767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4416478524129235767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-control-my-judgement-day.html' title='I CONTROL MY JUDGEMENT DAY'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6920682717846500011</id><published>2008-08-17T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:05:16.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.40</title><content type='html'>i have been feeling shitty these fews day. no elaborations on that though. i feel that things like exams are just meant for us to laugh at it like its some sort of a sucker cause your better than it. when things like questions, words and numbers just cant seem to bring you down. all you have to do is to write the answers on the railway tracks given to you before you give it up with a smile. that is with tons of revision and the stacking of confidence before that. it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days to go before my first paper. i am... excited yet nervous/afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then today's kway chap's with friends cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something lost. something is gained. and the world continues its spin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6920682717846500011?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6920682717846500011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6920682717846500011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6920682717846500011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/6920682717846500011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/08/140.html' title='1.40'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-6609800517301168860</id><published>2008-08-12T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:30:30.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH CAB FOR RABID FANGIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;okay i screamed too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i just got home from death cab for cutie's concert at the esplande. it was freaking awesome. full house. tickets were sold out on the first day of release. and people who couldnt get the tics were willing to buy them online for at least fourfold the price. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a night of great fun. they played almost all of my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bixby canyon bridge. photobooth. the sound of settling. title and registration. title track and so much more. but the best had gotta be "i will follow you into the dark". gibbard's vocals rock. chris looked cool and gay at the same time. the bassist and the drummer were just crazy and insanely good. never thought they'd be so good live. 111 was well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting beside this bald mid 30s guy who was dancing around during the songs. damn funnyy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpLGmlMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jVC0Lcc4n58/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpLGmlMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jVC0Lcc4n58/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233999311987446978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpfhb3eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uZFKOzDzw4E/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpfhb3eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uZFKOzDzw4E/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233999317468700130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpS-3_YI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1duoXxaC5Fs/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpS-3_YI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1duoXxaC5Fs/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233999314102517122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpvkLOxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z8bca7Gk5DQ/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmpvkLOxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z8bca7Gk5DQ/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233999321775160082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmp8utAoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RpE0EpBRHsg/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SKLmp8utAoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RpE0EpBRHsg/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233999325308977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easily the best concert by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody put your best suit or dress on&lt;br /&gt;Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once&lt;br /&gt;Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn&lt;br /&gt;As thirty dialogues bleed into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world was flat like the old days&lt;br /&gt;Then I could travel just by folding a map&lt;br /&gt;No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no distance that can hold us back&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-6609800517301168860?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/6609800517301168860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=6609800517301168860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-1755426071832502100</id><published>2008-08-09T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:37:56.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE THE CITY MEETS THE SEA</title><content type='html'>squash paused. friday night spent with friends.&lt;br /&gt;all the way at siglap's georges celebrating dom's birthday. Happy birthday yo. your finally legal :)&lt;br /&gt;and so we ordered two barrels and drank the night away. i had only 2 glasses so it was all good. i remember the world spinning for a while before the gravity pull.&lt;br /&gt;while dom on the other hand was on the K.O. the flaming drink brought him over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee today with kaijun.&lt;br /&gt;homecoming, cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life played out captured in cameras of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;people caught in this land of emo spirit.&lt;br /&gt;only to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~JC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1755426071832502100?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1755426071832502100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-7837598834469155325</id><published>2008-08-03T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:19:41.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF ONLY</title><content type='html'>i could press restart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       i would hold back every breath that went too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            just maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-7837598834469155325?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/7837598834469155325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=7837598834469155325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7837598834469155325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/7837598834469155325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-only.html' title='IF ONLY'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1776931503268312654</id><published>2008-08-01T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:58:50.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWELVE TOLLS FOR A NEW DAY</title><content type='html'>My dear friends "High five" won talentime. congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pretty much dead weekend is up next. won't be going for my first class outing later on though. not in the mood for such things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will only be me and the papers this weekends i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~JC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1776931503268312654?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-28137860.post-4238970494777488318</id><published>2008-07-28T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:03:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE JOKER SAYS...</title><content type='html'>WHY SO SERIOUS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-4238970494777488318?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/4238970494777488318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=4238970494777488318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/4238970494777488318'/><link 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and smu. there were some jazzy performances, booths, people and tons of cameras all around in the air. and so here are some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2tscDfLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uc77S3pd9hw/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2tscDfLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uc77S3pd9hw/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683794865323186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2twl8heI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xiHfhGGH5NQ/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2twl8heI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xiHfhGGH5NQ/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683795980551650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2t1qMiJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9pHh3e7kyzY/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2t1qMiJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9pHh3e7kyzY/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683797340555410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2uIPflII/AAAAAAAAAPM/K8JGARS6iTI/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2uIPflII/AAAAAAAAAPM/K8JGARS6iTI/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683802328831106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2uH0e-hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eJ8IeZCEBks/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2uH0e-hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eJ8IeZCEBks/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227683802215545362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark knight today. it was dark and good. joker was a genius. you should catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first finals in 3 weeks time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel - fear&lt;br /&gt;i lost - faith&lt;br /&gt;i search - motivation&lt;br /&gt;i need - change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the man im seeing in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a sos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone. just pop me some pills or anything. &lt;br /&gt;the ones that induce motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you could just lend me your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~JC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-8072288532439122366?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f3KCbYgTRcA/SIx2tscDfLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uc77S3pd9hw/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28137860.post-8625334989231400116</id><published>2008-07-27T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:14:48.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SING AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let's sing again &lt;br /&gt;Sing together without disguise &lt;br /&gt;Let's raise up a song in unrest &lt;br /&gt;I think that would be best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to poison &lt;br /&gt;You will hear the noises &lt;br /&gt;You will feel the breaking &lt;br /&gt;It's all yours for the taking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life packed full of mindless joy &lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1314HRM1hO4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1314HRM1hO4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/28137860-8625334989231400116?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/8625334989231400116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=8625334989231400116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/8625334989231400116'/><link rel='self' 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when everything just stops. the time when you can't move. you stand still, waiting. the time when hope seems to be taking long to come knocking. the time when you felt that you are losing your mind as the scene slowly begins to slip away. the time when you couldn't think when life's cars passes by emitting gases of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber for the trasitional period. when things begin to change. for the better or the worse. up and up. down and down. down to up. up to down. the part when life is what you think it is. the part when you feel lost. the time when you send your thoughts to a greyhound station far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green for life. the part when cars stops and the roads are meant for us. the times when you know your on a journey to somewhere. a beautiful destination. the part when your eyes are able to see at all directions at the same time. the part when connections are made. full of life, vibrant. of love and of energy. the reason why lovers, families and friends come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this week i learnt things that i have learnt long ago, but forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;thanks dad for bringing insight. i saw the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to let us know. that for the red light, theres always the button for the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest is simply up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~JC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-858195333988456001?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/858195333988456001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=858195333988456001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/858195333988456001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/858195333988456001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-we-moving.html' title='ARE WE MOVING?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-99302750650750986</id><published>2008-07-18T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:19:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY</title><content type='html'>today life broke life's records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i took 1 and half hours to get to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) electrical tech practical test. i redid the setting up of my circuit at least 6 to 10times before getting the invigilator to mark it. luther said i was giving him pressure. others said i was hardcore. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. and the weekends are backk =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~JC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-99302750650750986?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/99302750650750986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=99302750650750986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/99302750650750986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NONUhERM2fI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i was jamming this 13 year old song on my acoustic today. it was sweet. awesome. old times rock hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths project is gonna be due soon. and the good news - we are done. i dont understand why must we give our team a name. and so jeremy named ourselves "Mathematicians in Black" team. sounds dumb. yeah i agree. but who cares. he was too "man in black" crazy lately after all those dvds he has borrowed from the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, my role of leader will be done. the hours are coming close to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up. electrical tech project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul slides away&lt;br /&gt;dont look back in anger, i heard you say...&lt;br /&gt;at least not today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~JC &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-9204866331948942874?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/9204866331948942874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=9204866331948942874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/9204866331948942874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/9204866331948942874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-start-revolution-from-my-bed.html' title='SO I START A REVOLUTION FROM MY BED'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547454926373026044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28137860.post-1390366134195875082</id><published>2008-07-13T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:06:54.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTIVATION IS SUCH AN AGGRAVATION</title><content type='html'>everything comes and passes by in a flash. something which i cannot comprehend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i remember was people singing bon jovi during squash and then all of a sudden a time warp - im here. ready to explode or implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's ready to begin. and weekend seems so far away once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need time. i need time. i need time. i need time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, stress is going to be the word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~JC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28137860-1390366134195875082?l=feelandfollow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelandfollow.blogspot.com/feeds/1390366134195875082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28137860&amp;postID=1390366134195875082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1390366134195875082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28137860/posts/default/1390366134195875082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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