<?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-1384745225954018540</id><updated>2012-01-25T23:31:10.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tang Chicken!</title><subtitle type='html'>Walk Through The Odyssey With Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8835371856529613708</id><published>2012-01-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:31:10.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Else Can I Say?</title><content type='html'>Had a tiring day today, rushed for the report that the dumb teacher gave us a verbal&amp;nbsp;announcement, expecting us to hear. Where is the black and white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways had a fun day with half the class at my house playing. But what I did wrong was that in a moment of folly I was supposed to finish my project for tmr's submission, but I ended up playing with half the class. I know what I did was totally irresponsible and I'm feeling guilty for it. But just because of one mistake, just one mistake, everyone in my group isn't happy about it. I didn't want to compare, but there are other people in the group who are like that but they lied their way through. I admitted to what I did, and what happens? I've become a target. So what else can I say? I know I'm wrong, but this is really... unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add on, itwmitg, idyawdab. Jboomim, dmyacbmammasg. Tyaalt, gtylwgynw.&lt;br /&gt;Just one mistake is enough to bring what I've done down to the bottom. Convict?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8835371856529613708?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8835371856529613708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8835371856529613708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-else-can-i-say.html' title='What Else Can I Say?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7781351869233541576</id><published>2012-01-15T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:47:43.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Trains</title><content type='html'>Hello, i've been busy these few weeks, so i wasn't able to post until today. Had some great talks with people around me and realised that things were a lot better than i thought it was. I also found a few people that i can relate to and even tell them how I felt. After releasing everything on my mind, I realised that I feel a lot better after bottling everything in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is moving quickly, but in the midst of the chaos, I can see subtle and calming images through my mind. Many feelings, thought and senses. I've the motivation to finish what I've set to do. But do I have enough time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7781351869233541576?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7781351869233541576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7781351869233541576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/bullet-trains.html' title='Bullet Trains'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6580052920439534999</id><published>2012-01-11T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:08:47.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Dice</title><content type='html'>I'm finally 18:) well actually it doesn't feel that great, it feels more of a burden to me instead. But oh well, what can I do? Anyways school has been really stressful and I'm quite unhappy about some people. But since I'm trying to prevent saying anything, I shall not name and describe. Well I've found my motivation to do well and I hope it can stay:) I'm too tired so today's post will be short. No lyrics no phrases:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6580052920439534999?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6580052920439534999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6580052920439534999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/bottled-dice.html' title='Bottled Dice'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-172555540884909686</id><published>2012-01-04T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:11:38.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>While, it has been some time since I've posted a entry on the blog and today I shall:) firstly, it's my first post of 2012! :) how cool is that? Anyways cool thing have happened and yeah, I'm learning to open myself up to people. Strange as it may seem, I'm a introvert an a sensitive one at that. &lt;br /&gt;Now for the title, of course it will have a meaning. Am I too sensitive? Or rather am I too sensitive towards the wrong things? I've no idea as I'm still trying to discover myself again. 18 soon and still confused with myself... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-172555540884909686?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/172555540884909686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/172555540884909686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2012/01/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7909426492726149989</id><published>2011-12-12T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:53:49.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred Mirror.</title><content type='html'>Well, today's post will be kinda negative. haha, but I can't help it can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start off with some random lyrics/quotes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Seedlings of maturity grow in the harsh weather,&lt;br /&gt;Growing inch by inch into a sturdy tree.&lt;br /&gt;Through summer sun and winter rain,&lt;br /&gt;Falling leaves and withering branches.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons creates stronger barks,&lt;br /&gt;To withstand the fury of Mother Nature.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Like life, from a little baby,&lt;br /&gt;To a three-legged wise man.&lt;br /&gt;Experiences through training,&lt;br /&gt;Training through experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life is easy,&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the tiny moments.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Blooming flowers, falling leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Bearing off-springs, bearing fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Part of a never-ending puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;Even till the very light of you fades.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more things on my mind right now but it would take years to for me type out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful | Confused | Reflect | Change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7909426492726149989?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7909426492726149989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7909426492726149989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/blurred-mirror.html' title='Blurred Mirror.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2782754797886860291</id><published>2011-12-06T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:50:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Being Aggressive Was My Way To Do Well.</title><content type='html'>Right now, I've no idea why I keep feeling unwell or even tired. I wasn't like this during sem 1. I feel more blurred then ever even though I tried to pay attention in class. Is it me missing out volleyball? Or is there other reasons that I'm like that right now? This sucks... When will I get control over myself again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2782754797886860291?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2782754797886860291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2782754797886860291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe-being-aggressive-was-my-way-to-do.html' title='Maybe Being Aggressive Was My Way To Do Well.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4022090161835841483</id><published>2011-11-28T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:51:10.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You? (Lyrics By Me:D)</title><content type='html'>In the ocean of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;There's one to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Like the pearl in the oyster,&lt;br /&gt;Like a princess with the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty like the ever translucent waves,&lt;br /&gt;Gentle like moon that rotates through the days.&lt;br /&gt;Making me wonder if I'll ever find you,&lt;br /&gt;It takes only fate for us to brush shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the individual centered life,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting how it makes us all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through the window,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for that special one,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that it will come,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting by the window with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;In this vast land, sea and sky&lt;br /&gt;Only your smile will make me fly,&lt;br /&gt;Through the memories that will last,&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than the nets that we'll cast.&lt;br /&gt;Brushing through your soft black hair,&lt;br /&gt;Passing clouds move swiftly even if we didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking a light that may shine one day,&lt;br /&gt;My confidence of looking for you will not fade.&lt;br /&gt;The cold won't keep me in,&lt;br /&gt;The winds will let me free.&lt;br /&gt;Till I've found you,&lt;br /&gt;Till I call you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment like this I would savor so much,&lt;br /&gt;How lovely would this be that I pray for such?&lt;br /&gt;Bells are heard from afar,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday we'll part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;In this vast land, sea and sky&lt;br /&gt;Only your smile will make me fly,&lt;br /&gt;Through the memories that will last,&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than the nets that we'll cast.&lt;br /&gt;Brushing through your soft black hair,&lt;br /&gt;Passing clouds move swiftly even if we didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;The ticking clock makes time so slow.&lt;br /&gt;A moment like this I hope will arrive,&lt;br /&gt;That your hand and mine will intertwine.&lt;br /&gt;Pages of the calendar drops, &lt;br /&gt;Seedlings have already grown to trees.&lt;br /&gt;But you're still not here,&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4022090161835841483?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4022090161835841483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4022090161835841483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-are-you-lyrics-by-med.html' title='Where Are You? (Lyrics By Me:D)'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2203349857932574565</id><published>2011-11-14T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:58:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unheard, unseen, unfelt.</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing, I'm feeling terrible. How am I supposed to be a filial son if you're like that? You think that I like being angry with you? I kept hinting that you should reflect. You didn't listen at all. You taught me to be who I'm now. You said that parents should lead by example but you ain't doing that. My braces treatment's cost, I considered for your financial issues if the braces were too expensive. I got a packet of biscuits during my class for answering the right answer, I was planning to give it to you. But considering how unreasonable you were, I was confused &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never listen to anyone, you kept talking about yourself. My mom and sia kept giving in to you. But I couldn't, why should I let you behave this way? You put me through education so I'll learn more and become more wise. But your pride keeps getting in the way  , I don't think I should just keep quiet when seeing things go wrong. It's not me who hate you. It's you who made me hate you. Listening well is a great virtue but you just can't seem to understand. This is not any generation gap, this is just your pride in the way. I've decided not to let it go your way because it's for your own good. I'm a guy, my pride and dignity stands strong. If I'm wrong I'll listen, I really hope that you can change. I'm tire. I wondered if one day, would I take care of you when you're old. I would want to but right now you make me feel as if like its not my business at all. Remember it takes both hands to clap, I do not quarrel with the family members but only you. Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2203349857932574565?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2203349857932574565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2203349857932574565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/unheard-unseen-unfelt.html' title='Unheard, unseen, unfelt.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2784233478010407721</id><published>2011-11-11T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:11:25.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections.</title><content type='html'>Hello:) Well before i begin, i would like to do some reflections. Here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not like that, its the circumstances that forced me to be like that. I'm sorry if anything I've did that caused this. I know I shouldn't be this way, but I've no choice. All I can say is sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, lets start the happy part :)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling troubled and lost since this morning about a certain issue which of course no one else can know, should know or could know about it. I've this sense that some of you all don't trust me, no idea why. I'm and was a bit affected about something though. But later at dinner with junwei, weiling and dillon, I realized that there are times to have the business mind and other times, the happy mind. I know they feel horrible when I talk about school and I'm sorry about that. I should try to keep school's things where they belong, in school. Other than that I should only have fun and be myself :) Thank you guys and 1 gal (LOL) for helping me find out what it means to have good friends, I felt so relaxed during and after dinner :) Feeling the tranquility~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2784233478010407721?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2784233478010407721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2784233478010407721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4009636334116774742</id><published>2011-11-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:58:24.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random Lyrics~</title><content type='html'>Hello :) I'm back again, this time I'll be attempting lyrics for a rap:) May not be good but hope it won't be that bad. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breathe, you hear, you see what it is into me,&lt;br /&gt;The night, the sky, my mind is never setting free.&lt;br /&gt;Pushed back into the hidden shelves of oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, may be my life would become better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living it up without giving a fight,&lt;br /&gt;All those efforts would go down the pipe.&lt;br /&gt;Endings wouldn't be so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Its the blood, sweat and tears would be so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sight, no sound, no light.&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no wars, no fights.&lt;br /&gt;Top of the white-sealed lid,&lt;br /&gt;Comes the meanings not shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncover what you have to find,&lt;br /&gt;The thought that ran through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;A story will never be what they seem,&lt;br /&gt;What ever their motive, they will be keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The End ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, messy but its just some random things that sound nice I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4009636334116774742?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4009636334116774742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4009636334116774742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-random-lyrics.html' title='More Random Lyrics~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3642061642141718840</id><published>2011-11-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:24:10.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till You Come Back, Everyday Is Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You can’t just,&lt;br /&gt;Receive because love gives&lt;br /&gt;Go away because time walks&lt;br /&gt;Live on because a man breathes&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I’m stopped just like then&lt;br /&gt;The time that’s halted at that last moment; for you its just a yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till you come back everyday is yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The memory that tore my heart tears calendar&lt;br /&gt;And wanes like the sun. I live pretending to have forgotten you&lt;br /&gt;Still, my world is the same; it’s just without you&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I’ll just laugh about it when I will be looking back&lt;br /&gt;Why do they jabber on—i don’t want to hear—when its even hard for me to turn&lt;br /&gt;Back my gaze from your direction&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say, “the sun will rise tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;The morning would be darker than your darkest of nights&lt;br /&gt;“The soil will harden after a rain,” it will be stifling relief than&lt;br /&gt;Time for worrying with you&lt;br /&gt;It’s all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It would be spring for you again, but my season won’t change&lt;br /&gt;Even if my heart sprouts again,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Baby there’s no&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow I’m stopped just like then&lt;br /&gt;The time that’s halted at that last moment; for you its just a yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till you come back everyday is yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;They tell me I look better than when I used to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;but it’s just hollowed-out dead smile.&lt;br /&gt;They can breathe a sigh of relief, but my breaths are tightening.&lt;br /&gt;The smile can’t fool just me. Yeah, I did get a bit normal.&lt;br /&gt;My heart became a burden so I emptied a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna go crazy please stop all those consolations that doesn’t even come near my ears&lt;br /&gt;Saying that you forget a love with another love&lt;br /&gt;It would be a relationship even more lonely than a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that time will solve everything&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I know now,&lt;br /&gt;You can’t just,&lt;br /&gt;Receive because love gives&lt;br /&gt;Go away because time walks&lt;br /&gt;Live on because a man breathes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No no more tomorrow no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till your come back no no&lt;br /&gt;No more tomorrow till you come back no no&lt;br /&gt;No more tomorrow baby there’s no tomorrow I’m stopped just like then&lt;br /&gt;The time that’s halted at that last moment; for you its just a yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till you come back everyday is yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till you come back everyday is yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no no no no more tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3642061642141718840?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3642061642141718840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3642061642141718840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/till-you-come-back-everyday-is.html' title='Till You Come Back, Everyday Is Yesterday'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4472631334940886977</id><published>2011-11-03T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:28:08.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I So Indecisive?</title><content type='html'>I've my points and he has his. He is right but I ain't wrong. But since I've chosen this then I shall go down that path. I wanted to quit twice already. The first time was because I felt like I couldn't fit in. Then I became closer to them, quite happy with them actually. Now it's because of my studies. Pathetic right? A small reason is I couldn't adjust going back to being a junior in a unfamiliar environment again. Something is pulling me but something else is pushing me. Great guys from the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to the dentist today. Wasted 25++ dollars on the taxi fare because I was rushing around. Removed the last stitch and a syringe to clean the hole between my gums. Already planning my semester even though it's week 2. Got to excel and at least get two distinctions to bring back my grades. After that I'll go back to volleyball if it permits me to during my practicum. In the period of missing from volleyball I will start working out on my own or with friends if possible. I feel that I'll feel more at ease when I'm in year two because I wouldn't just be a junior anymore. Anyways, who will feel okay after being in the leadership role for more than 3years then suddenly become a junior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing, I've no idea why my ears block up during trainings and I lose control over myself. I can perform better but my body doesn't allow me to do so. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the surgery, I lost a lot of muscle strength and during the holidays. It made me so weak that there isn't any confidence for me to do well. Guess I'll have to start from scratch again. Why do I always need sleep? Other people can survive with 5-6 hours of sleep yet I never have enough sleep. What's wrong with me? Time to balance things out before adding stuffs into my life. No time for relationships or any funny things, I rarely go out. Feel like a caveman. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4472631334940886977?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4472631334940886977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4472631334940886977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-am-i-so-indecisive.html' title='Why Am I So Indecisive?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3118721494072871502</id><published>2011-11-02T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:41:20.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Can't Have The Best Of Both Worlds.</title><content type='html'>Hardest decision made in awhile, giving up volleyball as a competitive sport for studies. I can't have both ways. But after weighing it out, I realized that the best choice was to give up vb. Feeling damn sorry to my vb teammates right now. Unsatisfied results and other factors made me decide this, feeling horrible though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3118721494072871502?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3118721494072871502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3118721494072871502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-cant-have-best-of-both-worlds.html' title='When You Can&apos;t Have The Best Of Both Worlds.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5136201525530401425</id><published>2011-10-31T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:58:08.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides Of Me</title><content type='html'>Well the title kinda explains what I wanted to talk about today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda shitty for a start for my second semester. Have some problems with people and within myself. Still wondering if I should solve it once and for all. But let's make this clear, even though I'm not very well-off with cars and expensive items, what I was brought up with and moulded into as a person that I doubt you'll know. I won't cite any names for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5136201525530401425?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5136201525530401425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5136201525530401425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-sides-of-me.html' title='Two Sides Of Me'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6992943302123463655</id><published>2011-10-23T05:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:09:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Lyrics~</title><content type='html'>Every step out, the feeling of loneliness strikes back again.&lt;br /&gt;Without the confidence that once brought us to fame.&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard in this world all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when the hard work will ever be shown.&lt;br /&gt;Penning down these random thoughts in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep will never be ever so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, random lyrics for random fun:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6992943302123463655?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6992943302123463655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6992943302123463655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-lyrics.html' title='Random Lyrics~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-133065926035440080</id><published>2011-10-20T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:52:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abashed</title><content type='html'>Well, its has been some time since i've blogged. :) But anyways I've just seen by new timetable got semester 1.2 The timings are a bit confusing though. Wonder how it is going to turn out anyways. Trying to plan out how my semester will be like already. Quite afraid of change and 3hour breaks in between lessons. Well, the good thing is at least I'm getting braces. And... My gums are still swollen. :) Hope to blog soon anyways, got much to talk about~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-133065926035440080?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/133065926035440080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/133065926035440080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/10/abashed.html' title='Abashed'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-72057422358005635</id><published>2011-09-28T07:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:43:11.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let&amp;apos;s move on, I guess?</title><content type='html'>Well, there isn't much to say actually about what happened. But yeah, if there is no point holding on then might as well move on and concentrate on other things. That's all I want to say, don't see a need to explain when I'm actually not as important as you as I thought I would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways done with the sad part, now for the other parts:) My holidays are super boring, hopefully the goals I've set will keep me busy:) learning more about other people's lives and their stories makes me yearn to be a better person. Changing my mind and view about everything:) other than that, I'm learning Korean! :) learning a new language is difficult :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-72057422358005635?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/72057422358005635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/72057422358005635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-move-on-i-guess.html' title='Let&amp;amp;apos;s move on, I guess?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8342075388789058904</id><published>2011-09-23T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T02:54:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Well, another title with meaning. Hmmm, after thinking through what is happening to me, I can say that it's a vicious cycle. No matter where I go, it's always like that because of my attitude. It's also due to the environment I grew up in that made me who I'm today. I need to change that, my unethical and cunning self needs to be changed. Dad, you said before that I'm lazy and useless, now open your eyes. You're not that far off yourself. I need to find myself, need to change. I'm sick of all these wrong things, time for a change. If anything you guys think that I'm weird now, give me some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8342075388789058904?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8342075388789058904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8342075388789058904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4173676376819292012</id><published>2011-09-22T02:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T02:59:18.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding From Both Side</title><content type='html'>Well, people act on impulse and I'm human too. So acting on impulse is normal for me. Here is the thing, I misunderstood. Hopefully things can be resolved. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4173676376819292012?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4173676376819292012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4173676376819292012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/misunderstanding-from-both-side.html' title='Misunderstanding From Both Side'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5154285536323427977</id><published>2011-09-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T01:25:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Vanilla Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>hello:) i'm finally back to blog because it is the holidays! :) hooray, hopefully my hard work paid off. anyways, I decided to bake a batch of lemon vanilla cupcakes for my secondary school volleyballers as well as my volleyball alumni. Yes, it was my first time baking cupcakes and let alone lemon and vanilla flavored. 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I don't know what is happening to you and it worries me, I know that it isn't the right time for you. I just, don't know what to do. Useless is the word that can describe me. I don't mind waiting, I really don't. It has been close to 4months waiting and I've never regretted. I wish I could be there with you, but I'm confused. Hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, done with the sad part on my personal life. This should be the happy part, my exams ended. I should be happy but the person I look forward to celebrate it is you. Guess that didn't work out. I myself found it intriguing, almost most of the things; like the heavy rain, the end of my exams, the urge to cook for someone, it is you. They said waiting was hard, I don't think so because I just think that the communication part is difficult after what happened 1 month ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7343389052077980477?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7343389052077980477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7343389052077980477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/09/isnt-it-horrible-to-keep-things-to.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Horrible To Keep Things To Yourself?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-541347150254650667</id><published>2011-07-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:06:54.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Can't Tell You How I Feel, Repercussions.</title><content type='html'>As seen from the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-541347150254650667?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/541347150254650667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/541347150254650667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-cant-tell-you-how-i-feel.html' title='When I Can&apos;t Tell You How I Feel, Repercussions.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4145125893963991044</id><published>2011-07-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:08:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood.</title><content type='html'>wow, a very long time since i've blogged. I'm not even sure if i sure type out what i feel right now because the past will come back and hit me again. Who can i talk to? Where can i express how i feel? Feeling of telling everything, but... damn afraid that history will repeat itself. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4145125893963991044?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4145125893963991044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4145125893963991044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7315023275130398201</id><published>2011-07-13T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T02:11:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Generation - 2011 Official Desktop Calendar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6jqSlCYjZo/ThyOCKY4-lI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p9qqJAkA-zw/s1600/Girls%2527+Generation+-+Official+Desktop+Calendar+2011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6jqSlCYjZo/ThyOCKY4-lI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p9qqJAkA-zw/s320/Girls%2527+Generation+-+Official+Desktop+Calendar+2011.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From now till 17 July, Sunday 10pm! Going for only $15, usual price $25! Grab one today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7315023275130398201?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7315023275130398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7315023275130398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-generation-2011-official-desktop.html' title='Girl&apos;s Generation - 2011 Official Desktop Calendar!'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6jqSlCYjZo/ThyOCKY4-lI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p9qqJAkA-zw/s72-c/Girls%2527+Generation+-+Official+Desktop+Calendar+2011.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4081609221249787038</id><published>2011-07-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:43:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Know That You're Fighting Many Battles At Once, All Alone.</title><content type='html'>Well well well, I've been too busy to blog about anything due to many problems and commitments. haha, i feel that my standard of English is improving but still at an horrible pace. I feel that i don't have enough time to do what I want and to complete everything with good quality that I'll be proud off. Poly is fun at a huge extend as so far, I'm loving my course! But the people there is the deciding factor to the environment. I'm quite tired with those stupid issues that I thought that young adults in poly would already have matured and don't care about such issues. Apparently I'm wrong. I don't find myself in anything wrong because I had the correct evidence and consensus from people before I take any action. I hate it when people get in my way of my results. How could this be part of locus of control when external factors keep causing me problems? I ain't moving, I will do what I believe is right because it is not my usual self to be rash. Mark my words, screw my results and waste my time and good luck to you because I'm not a fun adversary to be against. Its my last final warning to you, you know who you're. Don't try to be funny because you will know how "fun" life will be. You think that you are being maligned? Guess again. I've go through more shit than you because its not just one thing affecting me. Fill my anger bottle and seriously you can have "fun" soon. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next topic. I suck at comforting, I dare not tell you how I feel because things will definitely go wrong and things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm tired of the shit I've been through, no more Sir Take In All~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4081609221249787038?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4081609221249787038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4081609221249787038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-know-that-youre-fighting-many.html' title='When You Know That You&apos;re Fighting Many Battles At Once, All Alone.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6392314872062246140</id><published>2011-06-19T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:06:38.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me whatever you want except for questions M18 and above:D &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/MrChickenBits" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/MrChickenBits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6392314872062246140?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6392314872062246140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6392314872062246140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3536425718633457527</id><published>2011-06-17T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:53:42.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breached Two.</title><content type='html'>it is continued from the last post. maybe because you didn't know the truth and was misled, i can't blame you. its just fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3536425718633457527?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3536425718633457527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3536425718633457527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/breached-two.html' title='Breached Two.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5018702567168259323</id><published>2011-06-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:09:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breached.</title><content type='html'>been having fun in poly nowadays even though the work keep piling up. haha, but today. I'll be talking about the title instead of talking about my life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breached.&lt;br /&gt;Trust, I doubt you know what it means because after all this time, you should know what i'm talking about. No, it is not you, its you. There will be people thinking that i'm talking about them, guess what? Guilty conscience . Yeah i'm over what happened about the previous time, over you.&lt;br /&gt;But in this case,  its you instead. happy thinking! i don't need you in my life anymore, one time's fool, third time's sure. I'm confident what i believe is right and i shall not budge. I already know that you've done things to me that affected my past and affected other things. I know what you've done to me. Thanks for that, a freaking fool for a few months. Its over, whatever you do to get my attention doesn't work anymore. Find others to give you attention. go find someone else, i ain't  toy. its time to wake up, its over. Its Breached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5018702567168259323?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5018702567168259323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5018702567168259323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/06/breached.html' title='Breached.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1021304575837113270</id><published>2011-05-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:57:04.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only The Time Was Right.</title><content type='html'>Masked behind an emotion,&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the blood,&lt;br /&gt;words creating a flood.&lt;br /&gt;Bottling an expanding heart,&lt;br /&gt;silent, keeping mutt.&lt;br /&gt;Fear strikes of the future,&lt;br /&gt;the clock ticks on.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping silent,&lt;br /&gt;Status quo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1021304575837113270?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1021304575837113270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1021304575837113270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-only-time-was-right.html' title='If Only The Time Was Right.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7816181187811885863</id><published>2011-05-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:49:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections, BiLight.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to reflect on my behavior to those around me, maybe something is wrong with me recently. I can't control my temper well, something is bound to happen. many things on my mind so i guess it need reflections. also, it has another meaning which i will keep secret about. ask me about it and i may choose to tell you. Now, for BiLight. nat give me that look because she thinks that i copied TWILIGHT. and no, i didn't. the formspring question asked about the title of my biography. I will explain the meaning here because there are deeper meanings inside. Bi means TWO, Light means how people look at you. BiLight means the good and bad things of how i went through my life, good and bad. sounds easy now right? the good things i've done, i hope that i will leave a good impression. and for the bad, there are a lot of chapters about the bad parts. hopefully i won't have the chance to actually create this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7816181187811885863?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7816181187811885863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7816181187811885863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/reflections-bilight.html' title='Reflections, BiLight.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6640120087128568709</id><published>2011-05-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:14:44.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed.</title><content type='html'>After a few issues that happened that i'm unwilling to disclose, the title up there is for you to guess if you are actually reading my blog. something is sealed, but what? the pain and suffering burns in me. but there is nothing i can do but watch silently. it looks like it isn't my time yet, life is unfair. it is. to be afraid, to take a huge risk. i had experiences taking it, i end up falling hard. i'm tired of falling, i can never achieve it. i can't tell anyone how i feel, my exterior has to be strong. the happiness, the energy. drained over a few days. a lifeless soul wanders in me, no where to go, no targets to aim. its all over, my hardwork. crushed, destroyed. i'm not taking the risk anymore. i don't wanna lose someone like you. even if you see this, it doesn't make a difference, you won't know anything. nothing will change. Sealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6640120087128568709?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6640120087128568709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6640120087128568709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/sealed.html' title='Sealed.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3357845747370076033</id><published>2011-05-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:40:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Perspective, A Whole New Challenge~</title><content type='html'>well, finally blogger allows me to blog. haha. in a new world, new environment, new people. i'm coping fine with my life and i'm actually doing better than i expected!:D found a clique so fast :D and i thought that people will not like me because their first impressions of me. Quiet &amp; Serious, the two most common feedbacks. Am i really like that? Got into the TPVB!:D damn happy! improved a lot and i'll improve by a lot in the future. melvin is right, train with stronger people and in return, i will get better. :D Great class with exceptional people (hehehehe). I still can't believe i can find my clique so fast! (weipeng,joanne,nat,wendy and sh) :D found a good friend, dillon:D but... i won't tell you guys more because i believe everyone is here for a purpose and so i'm finding my purpose already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great few weeks and great sat vb with daniel and liangda!:D miss my brothers so much. hahaha, played and trained the juniors. long story to be typed here. so in short: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up what i believe i can achieve, &lt;br /&gt;To motivate those who i can to make my life more meaningful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3357845747370076033?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3357845747370076033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3357845747370076033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/brand-new-perspective-whole-new.html' title='A Brand New Perspective, A Whole New Challenge~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1804290562724119929</id><published>2011-05-01T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T01:59:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes Are For The Better, Maybe...</title><content type='html'>Blogging again at last after my short workout:) well today I'll be talking about the title again. I'm trying out new things and hopefully this time it will work. Well for another issue, it is time I forget someone that will never accept me no matter how hard I try. So, time to find someone who appreciates my efforts. Byes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1804290562724119929?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1804290562724119929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1804290562724119929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/05/changes-are-for-better-maybe.html' title='Changes Are For The Better, Maybe...'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5711802480217829725</id><published>2011-04-26T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:10:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>heys:D it have been a freaking long time since i've blogged so i finally decided to blog again. It has been physically and mentally tough these few weeks. like i've no idea what my life will become. right now, i'm damn tired already. would i have the stamina to fight on? Right now i really wish that i've a girlfriend that i can share all my experiences with her. someone to support me, someone to encourage me, someone to love me. I will perform better as I know that i've a responsibility to take on willingly, but there is no one... it seems like my life is rather lonely even though it looks like i'm having fun. I'm lost, damn lost. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5711802480217829725?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5711802480217829725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5711802480217829725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1866786100590412082</id><published>2011-04-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:47:04.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>heys, it has been some time since i blogged. haha, and i'll blogging because i'm bored. busy weeks have passed and more will come:D looking forward to my new life. haha, anyways. The title is again, abstract. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1866786100590412082?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1866786100590412082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1866786100590412082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/04/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3550230696204970778</id><published>2011-04-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:14:47.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decision That Keeps The Rhythm In My Moves.</title><content type='html'>Many things have happened recently and I'm not sure if I've made the right move, but it has to be done to make things move. I'm just tired of the things going on to the extent that I've lost my mood to do stuffs. To be afraid, is to first deal with it before it becomes a problem. Even if this post is private, there wouldn't be much of a difference because people will still know what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is encrypted: &lt;span id="6jZvmcES" title="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"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('6jZvmcES')"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3550230696204970778?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3550230696204970778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3550230696204970778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/04/decision-that-keeps-rhythm-in-my-moves.html' title='A Decision That Keeps The Rhythm In My Moves.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7512816855767361444</id><published>2011-04-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:30:45.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget, Forgot, Forgotten. Don't Worry, I'm Over You</title><content type='html'>haha, title say all bah. i rather be a friend:D no point going for something that will never be. :D tournament in like less than two weeks, school is less than three weeks. wah... plus other stuffs that i'm busy with and i'm injured. yes, injured... horrible, wonder when it will be okay. haha, anyways. i'm quite contented that i actually pulled out of it before things became worse, i don't have to suffer and think about relationship stuffs le:D ain't taking action, making more friends now:D haha. blogshop is driving me nuts. haha, plus my packing of my room isn't complete. i'm suuuuuuuuuper busy now. haha, lucky i've my sisters beside me when i'm down, thanks!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jealously Kills~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7512816855767361444?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7512816855767361444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7512816855767361444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/04/forget-forgot-forgotten-dont-worry-im.html' title='Forget, Forgot, Forgotten. Don&apos;t Worry, I&apos;m Over You'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5725904139802630356</id><published>2011-03-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:45:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Half.</title><content type='html'>Its Monday:D woke up at around 11? then fell asleep and woke up at 11.30/12/12.30. haha. Bought Eskimo for Jolene, XiaoQing, Jiaen &amp; Myself:D But Jiaen didn't want it=.= Went for training again(its only fun during fridays now=.= it used to be fun every training. Is this the change that the new prss volleyball has always wanted?) Missing the days where I was a bboy:'( Dinner with Clarence and Wee. Well, back to the title:D Wonder what is it? Its the Hidden Half:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hidden Half: &lt;span id="dqQaq02e" title="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"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('dqQaq02e')"&gt;Type In The Password&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5725904139802630356?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5725904139802630356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5725904139802630356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/hidden-half.html' title='The Hidden Half.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1711177496540712982</id><published>2011-03-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:11:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>Hellos! profound title again:D Many things are on my mind recently, but it all leads to my title. Cool huh? :D Some of you might have noticed tiny details so here is the clue, look at the big picture:D Happy guessing! It's also quite shocking that I didn't update my blog for a few days, maybe I didn't feel like posting? Haha, I've no idea. :P Anyways, I'm just bored so I decided to post:D BYES:D May make some changes later on:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1711177496540712982?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1711177496540712982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1711177496540712982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/question.html' title='Question.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7484978575211146344</id><published>2011-03-18T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:50:58.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock, The Clock Is Running</title><content type='html'>Haha another abstract title:) anyways. I'm just blogging for fun today:) shall blog again Tmr after volleyball :) goodnight:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7484978575211146344?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7484978575211146344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7484978575211146344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/tick-tock-clock-is-running.html' title='Tick Tock, The Clock Is Running'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7686224173726760552</id><published>2011-03-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:50:13.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A Good Ending Of The Story:D</title><content type='html'>After 7 steps, its finally over:D no more awkwardness:D and it marks the end of the whole story:D a bit sad though, but i rather be friends because i learnt many stuffs during this 3months:D I ain't ready for a relationship myself, I've much to improve on:D so i'm staying single and free for as long as i take to improve:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad songs ain't for me now:D time for upbeat bass dudes:D&lt;br /&gt;Great sisters = Jiaen, Jolene &amp; XiaoQing:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7686224173726760552?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7686224173726760552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7686224173726760552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-good-ending-of-storyd.html' title='Finally, A Good Ending Of The Story:D'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3575882917732341123</id><published>2011-03-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:00:01.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sided Story</title><content type='html'>Short and empty posts recently, its kinda obvious. oh well, considering making this blog private soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3575882917732341123?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3575882917732341123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3575882917732341123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-sided-story.html' title='One Sided Story'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1891329575494009021</id><published>2011-03-15T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:38:30.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1891329575494009021?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1891329575494009021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1891329575494009021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4924339408528012777</id><published>2011-03-14T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:51:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Step Away, Leap Of Faith</title><content type='html'>Last step, going for good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4924339408528012777?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4924339408528012777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4924339408528012777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/seventh-step-away-leap-of-faith.html' title='Seventh Step Away, Leap Of Faith'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3954305867884374988</id><published>2011-03-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:57:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonizing</title><content type='html'>This is encrypted: &lt;span id="LNTHVaVE" 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href="javascript:decryptText('LNTHVaVE')"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3954305867884374988?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3954305867884374988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3954305867884374988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/agonizing.html' title='Agonizing'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2646638391300269356</id><published>2011-03-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:29:01.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Step Away, Pandora's Box</title><content type='html'>Here is a clue for the day, nothing is certain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2646638391300269356?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2646638391300269356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2646638391300269356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/sixth-step-away-pandoras-box.html' title='Sixth Step Away, Pandora&apos;s Box'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8829120446454181788</id><published>2011-03-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:55:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Step Away, Thinking What If I Didn't...</title><content type='html'>Somebody to love… somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;And I know she can hear me say&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love… somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t stop until she’s with me&lt;br /&gt;(BigBang's Somebody To Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It used to be this way, I doubt so now. The feeling is still there, but I'm bound to fail if I try again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8829120446454181788?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8829120446454181788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8829120446454181788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/fifth-step-away-thinking-what-if-i.html' title='Fifth Step Away, Thinking What If I Didn&apos;t...'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6533105184559052966</id><published>2011-03-11T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:54:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Step Away, Wondering If You'll Be Better Off Without Me In Your Sight.</title><content type='html'>Well, this time, the post should be kinda obvious because the title explains all.-.- anyways, thats the clue for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6533105184559052966?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6533105184559052966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7596601870495770693?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7596601870495770693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7596601870495770693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/third-step-away-aching-heart-soul.html' title='Third Step Away, Aching Heart &amp; Soul'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8506941039356772651</id><published>2011-03-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:49:51.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Step Away, Inevitable Story</title><content type='html'>Another blank post for you to have fun thinking about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8506941039356772651?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8506941039356772651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8506941039356772651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-step-away-inevitable-story.html' title='Second Step Away, Inevitable Story'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7827884224784572334</id><published>2011-03-08T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:03:23.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step Away, A Thousand Words To Say</title><content type='html'>This is a blank blog post, happy guessing why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7827884224784572334?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5889517726161428057</id><published>2011-03-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:35:52.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day That The Man Who Can't Be Move, Finally Decided To Move.</title><content type='html'>This is encrypted: &lt;span id="YuQnuaB9" 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href="javascript:decryptText('YuQnuaB9')"&gt;Type The Password&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5889517726161428057?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5889517726161428057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5889517726161428057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-that-man-who-cant-be-move-finally.html' title='The Day That The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Move, Finally Decided To Move.'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1651187142755990233</id><published>2011-03-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:56:34.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Meaning Of A Line</title><content type='html'>heyos, today was a great day. haha, had lunch with jiaen, cher wee and alfred at seoul garden. haha, i guess i ate too much meat until i'm having indigestion. haha. well after that went to walk towards bedok reservoir and walked home with alfred. during the walk home, i found out many stuffs and learnt more things. haha, thus coming to the title of today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is exactly a line? well, there are many objective and personal definitions of a LINE. What is mine? I ain't going to tell you. haha. but a clue for those who read my blog, this line has a direction as well as shows the current position i'm in. haha, abstract for you? too bad.:P haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1651187142755990233?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1651187142755990233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1651187142755990233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/special-meaning-of-line.html' title='A Special Meaning Of A Line'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-901307922760395517</id><published>2011-03-01T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T03:34:10.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Words Don't Convey Your Heartfelt Messages</title><content type='html'>Well, today i shall try to speak in a third person perspective so I'll not sound so self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a normal afternoon and a bad night. Jiaen bought a box of mango with passion fruit to share with him. As he is used to eating&amp;nbsp;muesli&amp;nbsp;bars, the bars were actually quite nice but it would be better with milk. Having only 2 hours of sleep, he didn't have much of a mood to look happy to her even though his heart ached&amp;nbsp;terribly. The only thing he could do was to sit there trying his best to look normal even though it failed badly. His juniors and him went to S-11 for dinner. Thinking that it was his only chance to talk to her after valentine's day, he decided to follow despite having fatigue. As time passed, the stress was building on him. With awkwardness and the feeling of shame rushed through him like a rocket lifting off the ground. The air around him became stale, signs of nervousness came along with periodic urges to vomit. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to leave as he could not forget what happened during those times. His confidence level dipped down low like a desert without water. Everything hit him in an instant, however he didn't budge. All he wanted to do was to see her, knowing that getting together with her is impossible after a few rejections. His limbs started to shiver, as if an earthquake just struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the juniors were done eating and were ready to leave.&amp;nbsp;Contemplating if he should send her home, he decided not to. And why did he not take this chance? It is because he wanted her to have some peace alone before going home to get interrogated by her parents. Questions flooded his head; will i disturb her if i sent her home?&amp;nbsp;What can we actually talk about after that day? What is her impression of me now? He needed answers, answers to questions that cannot be solved. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed a long walk home from the interchange to relieve his pain. But pain came knocking harder this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone along the route of the bus, hoping that she may notice him on the bus. Such a foolish guy, to wait for something that will never happen. But foolishly he waited, hanging on to the smallest of hope. Step by step, tears started to build up in this foolish child, almost breaking down in tears in the middle of the street. But he didn't, beads of tears trickled down his fatigued eyes while walking in the midst of a lonely street. He soon approached the bus stop that she always came down from, hoping that she will just alight there at that moment. But fate didn't allow them to cross paths. Lines of people alighted at that stop, but she never appeared at all. The hope that the foolish child once held on to was gone, emotions swelled up in him like a flooded swimming pool. How much can this foolish child take? He had to cool down, he even thought of hating her until his liking for her was just at a small level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppressing his emotions was near impossible, the bombardment of tears was inevitable. As soon as that foolish child reached home, the bathroom was his only destination. Like the shower head, showers of tears gushed out like a opened dam. He couldn't control it, no one could. At such a young age, he had to experience so much at one time. Like all showers, it always have an end to it. It did. He managed to stop tearing, it was due to his undying determination and imaginations of them being together until adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a foolish child, such a foolish child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes the feelings and thoughts of one cannot be expressed with words. With the habit of using words to express myself, I find it hard to take action to show how i feel. Hopefully with the third person perspective, I can express my real feelings and thoughts at that time. Everyone has a&amp;nbsp;emotionally down period in life, but everyone, at the end, will get back up and look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm sick and tired of negative comments from people, I'll write how i feel and think, because I'm in control of my own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-901307922760395517?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/901307922760395517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/901307922760395517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-words-dont-convey-your.html' title='Sometimes Words Don&apos;t Convey Your Heartfelt Messages'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2021998271048781935</id><published>2011-02-28T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:44:26.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step, Two Step.</title><content type='html'>Hellos! i bet you guys are thinking what on earth my title is about. haha, it has two meaning which i think one is obvious.-.- anyways, life was okay i guess:D went out with jiaen and had tonnes of fun:D then spent a lousy friday night... then had a funny saturday, had breakfast with jiaen and cherwee, had lunch with melvin and daniel then went cold storage to shop with jiaen. I wonder why i always go shopping at supermarkets with jiaen de. haha, sunday was my rest day so nothing much happened bah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mixed emotions and thinking during these few days. but managed to sort it out when my heart took lead.:D time for the more abstract parts to make it harder for most people to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details matter, they do flatter.&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs, details matter.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions bring life, life is a story.&lt;br /&gt;Empty life empty heart, life will be boring.&lt;br /&gt;A nod from you, makes my skies blue.&lt;br /&gt;Just you, only you, but currently without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2021998271048781935?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tried to sleep. but i can't, rupert said something that i was quite disturbed about. its something about actions speaks louder than words, all talk no action. yeah, i'll talking, cause there isn't a way for me to take action. i'm worried, worried if you had fun, worried if you were alright, worried if the food was to your taste, worried if you didn't enjoy your time there. i can only worry, write here and do nothing about it. pathetic right? its okay since i'm the only one feeling it. no one else bothers anyways. hope you have fun for the next part of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm disturbed by many stuffs that writing here alone won't help. problems will never be solved here, but at least i let the voice in my heart and mind come out. that's why this is my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8734032241490453184?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="javascript:decryptText('V2Pf7IHC')"&gt;Type In The Password&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6308977421310204787?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6308977421310204787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6308977421310204787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-true-confessions.html' title='My True Confessions'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href="javascript:decryptText('Pva8iUf3')"&gt;Type in the password&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7915046595343301389?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7915046595343301389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7915046595343301389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1541466644149613075</id><published>2011-01-25T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:48:11.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Word, 1 Sentence, 1 Conversation, A Whole New Understanding</title><content type='html'>Wow:D today is a great day. haha, i finally got better at something which i will not say here. I'm and I've tried so hard to get you just to notice me yet trying to not let it be too obvious. After so long, I've finally start to have feelings for someone, but it gets harder and harder to get to you. Even though many have failed and gave up, I'll not because i believe that one day i'll get to you.:D volleyball was alright though but i love my new shoes:D:D:D:D:D:D its so nice to wear and it gave me the extra kick to play better:D smsed eva after training and got some great news:D well kinda great. haha, JC will be starting for me and i'll have to attend at least 9days of school before my poly admission results come back to meT_T 9days?! and after missing so many sessions of volleyball training in JC? I must be nuts to even go back for 9days!haha, but a step taken, a new path ahead. I've made the decision so i'll stick with it:D I still remember my goal, it is to a be sports teacher who owns a restaurant+pet clinic:D it is my dream:Dhehe right now i feel like sleeping even though its the holidays, but who cares? i sleep when i want to:D haha, i shall stop here if not the post will be a compo, well its already one.haha nitex:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. To Eva: I seriously thank you so much for being such a good friend during these few days:D Even though i'm going through a lot or problems and a new world soon, you are always there to change everything negative to positive:D I will not forget a good sister like you:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1541466644149613075?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1541466644149613075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1541466644149613075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-word-1-sentence-1-conversation-whole.html' title='1 Word, 1 Sentence, 1 Conversation, A Whole New Understanding'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1828215665371618138</id><published>2011-01-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:17:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Only! Daebak!:D</title><content type='html'>okay! i'm back after a looooooong hiatus:D and i will only post positive things in order for me to learn to be a more postive person:D any sad stuff will be only thrown into the sea:D keke. these few weeks have been great! could be greater though:D my results were a huge surprise for me, L1R5 - 19, L1R4 -12:D I wish i could get into tp:D no matter what the course is, i wanna be a pe teacher that teaches volleyball in prss:D i will realise this dream of mine:D the holidays so far were great with volleyball and slacking:D i may find a job soon to earn more money to enjoy my holidays:D hehe. be happy! why? cause i'm finally updating my blog again:D i may change the layout too, see how it goes:D time to eat again!haha cya babes:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1828215665371618138?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1828215665371618138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1828215665371618138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/01/positive-only-daebakd.html' title='Positive Only! Daebak!:D'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7474094303404378341</id><published>2011-01-01T06:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:06:25.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Hopes, Same Dreams, Same Love</title><content type='html'>It's already the new year:) and I'm didn't sleep since 8pm, haha. I just wanted to blog cause I'm kinda lost and sad. With the new year, I've no idea what will happen and I'm afraid of what might happen to me, is my future like that? I'm freaking out.... But all these negative factors is negated with a positive factor, and that factor is you:) just having feelings for you already make me happy:) regardless if there will be a future for us:) 2 more hours before I can eat and finally sleep:) but in the living room:( cause my room will be getting painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7474094303404378341?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7474094303404378341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7474094303404378341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-hopes-same-dreams-same.html' title='New Year, New Hopes, Same Dreams, Same Love'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2127328042093707726</id><published>2010-12-19T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:45:45.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Feel Like Blogging, A Channel To Express My Views:D</title><content type='html'>well, i don't even wanna say anything cause i'm tired.lol, i want my sleep now! i'm just blogging cause i haven done so for a long time.lol cya:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2127328042093707726?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2127328042093707726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2127328042093707726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-feel-like-blogging-channel-to.html' title='Just Feel Like Blogging, A Channel To Express My Views:D'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3430158043193334320</id><published>2010-12-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:48:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is The New Start</title><content type='html'>well, i've been super busy + lazy to blog.lol, but i don't why but i feel like blogging now.:D after thinking about it, my blog is where i let my feelings out:D Sigh, shall blog tmr when i wake up then. My middle finger hurts and i'm physically tired... maybe mentally.lol, going back for nyjc training next week.:D hope i can learn a lot from them.:D Chow~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3430158043193334320?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3430158043193334320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3430158043193334320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-is-new-start.html' title='The End Is The New Start'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7588943178487763245</id><published>2010-11-24T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:25:15.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Me Down</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a very long time since I've blogged. Many fun things happened but there is this thing that really piss me off. I need to tell him in his face that he is very stuck up, cocky. However I suck in my results, doesn't give him the rights to put me and my thoughts down. You may not know it, but I feel it and ive to give face to you until the volleyball camp is over. Did I change or you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7588943178487763245?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7588943178487763245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7588943178487763245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/11/put-me-down.html' title='Put Me Down'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3974238659005277575</id><published>2010-10-30T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:08:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats The Point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Negative day, still sick and dumb stuff had to happen. Cry cry and cry, you only know how to cry to get what you want. I just find you irritating for everything you do and yet you don't understand? Freaking dumb. Other then you provide me with my financial needs, I seriously don't think you're suitable for any other positions in my life. I won't let you pay for my iTouch cause I don't want your stinking money. You promised me a bike, a com and other stuff and yet you don't fulfill it. No point believing and listening to you if time is the only thing that I waste. So What's The Point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3974238659005277575?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3974238659005277575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3974238659005277575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-point.html' title='Whats The Point?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-247174276395553894</id><published>2010-10-27T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:39:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Down, Feels Like Many More To Come</title><content type='html'>Lol. Finished my English and Maths papers, still feeling quite weird. Saw her today:D quite thrilled but I wanna know more about her:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-247174276395553894?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/247174276395553894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/247174276395553894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-down-feels-like-many-more-to-come.html' title='2 Down, Feels Like Many More To Come'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6005089889859296255</id><published>2010-10-19T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:06:33.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dash Of Destiny</title><content type='html'>This title was for yesterday, but I decided to blog today. I realized that life is a journey, a journey to find who we really are. Truthfully, I have not found my real self. Yeah, Daniel is right, I'm deluding myself. That's the reason why I'm what I'm today. I don't know what else to say, but I will stay positive to build the future I want:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6005089889859296255?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6005089889859296255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6005089889859296255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/dash-of-destiny.html' title='A Dash Of Destiny'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4369448011105166268</id><published>2010-10-18T06:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:57:41.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day, Last Day As A Secondary Four Student</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, it's kinda early now and I'm posting:D today is the day, the last day that we are students of the school. The day that tells us that we are on our own. Thinking back for all the times I had in school, it's really a tear breaker. Well shall not say more, off to school:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iTouch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4369448011105166268?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4369448011105166268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4369448011105166268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/graduation-day-last-day-as-secondary.html' title='Graduation Day, Last Day As A Secondary Four Student'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7464715087294078264</id><published>2010-10-17T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:46:34.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse Of Hope, A Word Of Life</title><content type='html'>Hellos, just decided to blog today, feeling quite down still for the past few days, keep even sense mocking from some people. Am I that hopeless? Studying as hard as I can these few days other than Saturday, was too tired so I fell asleep on my table for like 5hours. I even drooled on my chemistry notes( Man, I've to rewrite them) it's a few days to the o levels, stressed up and let down. Don't know what life will bring me next. I realized that I don't have the strength I need, I need to find it somewhere. Even to the extent of wanting to believe in a religion. But I wanna do this alone, no one can help me. Cya, boring day. Still have lots to catch up with. Cya:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7464715087294078264?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7464715087294078264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7464715087294078264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/glimpse-of-hope-word-of-life.html' title='A Glimpse Of Hope, A Word Of Life'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5851972399884793386</id><published>2010-10-14T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:34:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Over The Normal?</title><content type='html'>Hahas, a better day today cause I could feel that the bond was getting fixed, but I still had the mixed reactions. That made me think if that was his real reaction or another action to shrug me off. But I tried to finish my work and tried to do more. Thanks to Hakeem for helping buy food up to class, I could do more work than I could even though I'm tired. Right now I'm dead beat. Resting more before revising again then off to sleep. Now I shall use a bit of computer. Should I put it back in my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5851972399884793386?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5851972399884793386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5851972399884793386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking-over-normal.html' title='Thinking Over The Normal?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8038192179974190183</id><published>2010-10-14T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:36:21.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night's Sleep</title><content type='html'>I had a good nights sleep yesterday night and I decided to blog about it today.:D Another days worth of studying, it's a long time how I missed sleeping on my bed. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8038192179974190183?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8038192179974190183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8038192179974190183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-night-sleep.html' title='Good Night&amp;#39;s Sleep'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4847485252768799472</id><published>2010-10-13T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:22:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Yet Found</title><content type='html'>Weird day. Nothing more describes this better then weird. 8more days to the o levels practical exam. I'm feeling more lost than I should. What Daniel said was right, but after the conversation with him, I knew where and what I wanted to do. However at the same time, I've never felt so distant before. It's almost as if the fate and destiny between us is close to an end. But I really hope that time will make it better like rock solid metal. This is supposed to be in my private post, but I'm using my itouch to post instead. Some stuff he said woke me up, and stuff he said was upsetting. Not that the fact that I didn't like what I've heard. But rather the ways he used the language. J couldn't feel any worse in 8months. I'm guilty, but I can help but think of why did you do that without telling me. I'm typing this here as I hope that by the time you've read this, the matter is over already. Like example today, I got mixed signals and I could sense something that still couldn't break the tension. I seriously have no idea how would this brotherhood relationship would end. The trust ain't what it used to be anymore. Hoping for the better, but if things go otherwise, I wouldn't feel that devastated  like before. Lastly, I've no idea how long is this post cause it's my first time using this application. For the others, goodluck for the exams:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4847485252768799472?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4847485252768799472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4847485252768799472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-yet-found.html' title='Lost Yet Found'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-861715705613491683</id><published>2010-10-12T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:13:53.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap &amp; Dumb Way To Ask For Forgiveness?</title><content type='html'>Come on. Okay first things first, this has nothing to do with my friends. My family rather. Got super irritated with you, it's just recently that I found out that without you in my life with all those things you do for attention really irks me. Give me some shitty paper printed black and white from a printer, you expect me to forgive you? I rather have a separate life from you. You are just wasting my life.  Need attention? Get from my sis, scram from my eyes and ears. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-861715705613491683?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/861715705613491683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/861715705613491683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheap-dumb-way-to-ask-for-forgiveness.html' title='Cheap &amp;amp; Dumb Way To Ask For Forgiveness?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3609108045932127096</id><published>2010-10-11T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:49:38.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Blogging With My iTouch</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps,it's been some time since I've blogged:( but at least I've found an app that allows me to blog when I'm busy or anywhere with wireless:) 14more days to the o levels. Not quite prepared but I'm trying hard now. Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3609108045932127096?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3609108045932127096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3609108045932127096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-blogging-with-my-itouch.html' title='Finally Blogging With My iTouch'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7832430023641120624</id><published>2010-10-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:55:31.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reach, A Grab, A Pull, We're Near The End</title><content type='html'>hahas, finished what i've planned today. ordered a new itouch^^ not very happy cause its my own money but at least i know that the money will be used wisely.( not in games for my itouch but rather something to organize my life) downloaded all the free apps i think i'll use and none of them are games!!!cool uh? hehe. just wanna blog today cause its almost the end of our journey! happy and sad, happy we met.lol last few weeks before the turning point of our lives. going to try my best and get the life i want. sounds like i'm too young? its about time.lol cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7832430023641120624?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7832430023641120624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7832430023641120624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/reach-grab-pull-were-near-end.html' title='A Reach, A Grab, A Pull, We&apos;re Near The End'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2003420297753520161</id><published>2010-10-02T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:54:17.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream The Drive, Drive The Dream</title><content type='html'>lol, i didn't know that i didn't blog for that long. maybe because i was too busy or i lacked a topic.lol. but at least i felt like blogging today.hahas, watched the VV drama show just now. i was so touched by the relationship between rex and kristy.lol, but before that, i read my horoscope. i believed in horoscopes, reading my horoscope daily. but finally i had the guts to find out who or what was my compatible sign. guess wad. its a scorpio.lol, fyi if you didn't know my sign, i'm a capricorn. i didn't believe it at first till i went to different sites. also i found out that taurus(daniel) is a great sign for my friendship. no wonder we are so close.lol, anyways. after that show and after seeing you coincidentally, i believe that its possible that i've a chance.lol and those who read this, don't bother trying facebook.lol, only a few people know. even daniel don't know. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets come back to the title. Dream The Drive, Drive The Dream. sounds profound? well, its simple. you have a dream, its your drive. a drive means motivation.:) so since you have your Dream The Drive. so you can start to Drive The Dream, which means do something about achieving your dream. hahas, cya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2003420297753520161?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2003420297753520161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2003420297753520161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream-drive-drive-dream.html' title='Dream The Drive, Drive The Dream'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1211185587699487506</id><published>2010-09-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:38:08.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Overall View On What I Do~</title><content type='html'>lols, can't see much now without my specs. so pardon me for any spelling errors. hahas, i myself don't know that i didn't post like 5 days.omg.lol, okay school.... i've no idea cause there wasn't much about school.lols. specs ready tmr. right now i'm kinda blind without my contacts cause i don't wear them at home. haha, today, a sneak peek of what i do for my music mixing when i'm free, its something like the video but i dun haveg my own video.lol, enjoy^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulpPjGKNKDE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/ulpPjGKNKDE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-1211185587699487506?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1211185587699487506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1211185587699487506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/overall-view-on-what-i-do.html' title='An Overall View On What I Do~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1407852496750716137</id><published>2010-09-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:34:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Monotone~</title><content type='html'>heya, just bored. seriously super bored. nothing but boredom. T_T, exams suck damn bad. but i'm quite happy with my performance, just hope that the results are better. if not i'll be like extremely down... no videos, no pictures, just felt like blogging.hahas, cya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-1407852496750716137?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1407852496750716137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1407852496750716137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-in-monotone.html' title='Life In Monotone~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8006656529538010209</id><published>2010-09-14T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:25:08.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Bounce~</title><content type='html'>heyo, doing quite okay for the prelims. maths ruled. except for some questions. other than that i think and i hope that i can do it well.lols saw clive's vlog. wonder if i should do one myself. nah, i'm too in front of the camera.lols, so no picts but theres a vid today. feel a lot better, thanks to malcolm and more people.lols, oh ya, where were we? oh. the video, SE7EN's digital bounce dance video^^ enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eN7bS8xXvpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/eN7bS8xXvpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-8006656529538010209?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8006656529538010209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8006656529538010209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/digital-bounce.html' title='Digital Bounce~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7476058582235857696</id><published>2010-09-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:52:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL HANGOVER</title><content type='html'>hihi^^ hahas, epic great day today, i feel so much better. happy birthday mr wong^^ hope you like the gift. a page a day, after many pages later you'll know how long you have walked in this odyssey^^. i've learnt alot these two days, alot alot alot. well, seen many true faces, seen many true hearts. i've grown...^^ well, tmr's the prelim week~ GGWP... hahas, tmr's maths, i know i can do it. i've studied and practiced. hope tmr's a good day, need a A1 to get back my confidence. Under 20!!! for today's video choice. BigBang's BEAUTIFUL HANGOVER^^ no meaning towards the song cause i just like the beat and melody.^^ haesarangmolla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYuYqgcWDWY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/zYuYqgcWDWY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-7476058582235857696?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7476058582235857696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7476058582235857696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/beautiful-hangover.html' title='BEAUTIFUL HANGOVER'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6023759398016577458</id><published>2010-09-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:48:23.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment Of Rashness, A Lifetime Of Regret</title><content type='html'>hahas, didn't go out to study today. i actually told myself to sleep more today, but ended up i played on the com today instead-,-... but at least i've done some work and am 50% prepared for the prelims.^^ but i still worry about all the subjects, dunno why. hmm, the title is special cause of some problem to me now^^, why am i smiling? cause i dun wanna frown and get into deep shit. well, i'm halfway there~ this is my current problem~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem = 9&lt;br /&gt;9 is caused by 8&lt;br /&gt;8 is caused by 7&lt;br /&gt;and so on so forth till 1 = root of the problem. &lt;br /&gt;seriously, i shouldn't have done that, if not my life would be so much better, now i know why ______ hates you. i'm beginning to... wait, i'm already hating you. hahas, i hate it when some dumbfuck does something dumb and doesn't know it until it happens. smart eh dumbfuck? hahas. rather laugh then feel worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a surfer, I've surfed through all kinds waves and storms, nothing can pull me down. Even if i go down, I'll climb back up to surf to the finish~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6023759398016577458?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6023759398016577458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6023759398016577458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/moment-of-rashness-lifetime-of-regret.html' title='A Moment Of Rashness, A Lifetime Of Regret'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5665518558594186202</id><published>2010-09-08T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:20:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Up Your Volume, Shatter Some Windows~</title><content type='html'>lols, another nice title by me.lols but seriously, my little glass mac cup shattered after i played this song like on 50% of the volume. of course you need a subwoofer to make it happen^^. well, today, relfection. i've been slacking too much and i need the motivation to make me move on. but today's song intro, Benny Benassi - I Love My Sex. P.S. i just love the music and bass, not the title or the lyrics~ i'm thinking, thinking if i've made the right move.lols and novy's blog~ epic emotional gateway. read her blog, practically feel sad after reading.lols enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sbfrXgbCI4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/0sbfrXgbCI4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/1384745225954018540-5665518558594186202?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5665518558594186202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5665518558594186202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/bring-up-your-volume-shatter-some.html' title='Bring Up Your Volume, Shatter Some Windows~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2604427836074496277</id><published>2010-09-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:15:39.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Music &amp; Food~</title><content type='html'>lols~ i'm thrilled~lols, just bought my Creative Inspire T6160 5.1 speaker system for my com~ imba sound quality~hahas. surround sound with heavy bass, clear sound and the feeling of grooving with the music~ perfect^^ watched lord of the rings on dvd on my com today and was amused that it sounds just like a theatre but the screen is smallT_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm the title? yea the difference!^^ well, to me..... there is no comparison cause i just love both the sound and the food~^^ i'm kinda a sound freak recently with the desire to get better sounds~ changed my speakers and earphones~ my sony headphones still pack the punch^^ well food, no worries^^ its great to be able to cook, i can cook whenever i want and at anywhere as long there is a heating source~Lols, ate great food these past few days~ no picts, sadly~hahas. holidays kicking in~ still ain't studying~ have to push my brain to its limits before my laziness pulls me down~^^ cya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2604427836074496277?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2604427836074496277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2604427836074496277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/difference-between-music-food.html' title='The Difference Between Music &amp; Food~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6366476606237793866</id><published>2010-09-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:47:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Just Weird?</title><content type='html'>weird day at school~ something happened~ kept thinking about it until now~ can't believe it~lols, but after going back to school~ i feel more tired~lols more short mixes uploading in youtube soon^^ but maybe i'll create a 4shared acc~^^ toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6366476606237793866?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6366476606237793866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6366476606237793866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/isnt-it-just-weird.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Just Weird?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-5332592238281464257</id><published>2010-09-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:17:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated MixPod~~</title><content type='html'>lols, boring day. need motivation again~ i can't lose out, i need to win, i have to win. a sweet ending awaits me~ well, updated my mixpod with TaeYang's SOLAR &amp; international SOLAR songs~ have fun^^ maybe its you? i can't~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-5332592238281464257?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5332592238281464257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/5332592238281464257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/updated-mixpod.html' title='Updated MixPod~~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3548112080044258146</id><published>2010-09-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:30:24.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its The Past That Makes Me Move On~</title><content type='html'>lols, firstly. HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!!lols, shall not name teachers cause it will be too long~lols, besides which teacher will read my blog? hahas. congrats to people who finished AS cause the dnt students are already at the end point cheering you guys on^^ concert today wasn't that bad, daniel and choon wang nailed it. respect for ryan and group. and that teacher beatboxing, well done^^ i couldn't have done it better myself~hahas, but stop breathing into the mic~hahas. finding the spark that i lost again~ its time i dig deep into my heart to ask what i really want~ cya peeps~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-3548112080044258146?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3548112080044258146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3548112080044258146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-past-that-makes-me-move-on.html' title='Its The Past That Makes Me Move On~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7933098016507481987</id><published>2010-08-25T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:03:53.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating MixPod Tomorrow^^</title><content type='html'>lols,just read the title~lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7933098016507481987?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7933098016507481987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7933098016507481987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/updating-mixpod-tomorrow.html' title='Updating MixPod Tomorrow^^'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-3079388540095631850</id><published>2010-08-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:11:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There~</title><content type='html'>lols, wow i didn't know that i did not post for such a long time~lols. busy with schoolwork and getting sick easily. stressed? i think so. dnt's deadline soon~ actually this friday~ i gotta rush rush! so the vid today is just the vid that came out recently from YoungBae~^^ enjoy^^ many things are going through my mind, but i choose to ignore them cause i know what i wanna do~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpQ2-iyc-bo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/OpQ2-iyc-bo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-3079388540095631850?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3079388540095631850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/3079388540095631850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-be-there.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4336100964388718018</id><published>2010-08-19T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:37:01.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Feeling~</title><content type='html'>lols, dnt for the entire day.lols 3more dnt days of rushing and i'm confident i can finish everything nicely~ tired now. off to sleep~nitex~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4336100964388718018?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4336100964388718018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4336100964388718018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-feeling.html' title='Just A Feeling~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-2886739855553480971</id><published>2010-08-19T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:27:25.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Break It Down Down, Break It Break It Down</title><content type='html'>lols, sick at home. thanks to the pasar malam food. diarrhea and headache.T_T stuck at home nothing to do, rather go school now~ just bored right now and lazy to update many things~ so you all have to wait.hahas, ytd i saw two guys smirking for some reasons. i will prove that i'll have the last laugh^^ anyways. just bored so i decided to blog.lols, congrats to me! i deleted all the games in my com~lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-2886739855553480971?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2886739855553480971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/2886739855553480971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-break-it-down-down-break-it.html' title='Let Me Break It Down Down, Break It Break It Down'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-1286493249579257935</id><published>2010-08-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:14:12.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulse Through Your Mind And Body~</title><content type='html'>lols, loved 'o' level oral today^^ managed to not stutter as much as i used too^^ nothing much too~ rushing dnt too.lols have fun with this vid. freaking cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIi7GHt7UzM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/ZIi7GHt7UzM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-1286493249579257935?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1286493249579257935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/1286493249579257935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/pulse-through-your-mind-and-body.html' title='Pulse Through Your Mind And Body~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8216916219169693928</id><published>2010-08-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:15:41.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good, Too Bad Too Blue~</title><content type='html'>lols, nice title eh? hahas, easy meaning behind the title actually. figure out it yourself^^ have been busy with D&amp;T recently so i didn't have the chance to update the blog or the mixpod.lols, omgomgomg, tmr's english oral~ quite nervous but at the same time i wanna throw in everything i've in this exam. hahas, dnt deadline approaching fast. i have to rush or rather do finish the journal is 2week's time and counting. but i know i can do it~lols, nothing much today. just sleep, dnt dnt dnt sleep, tuition, dnt dnt dnt, and dota abit~lols nitex peeps, off to workout before i sleep~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8216916219169693928?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8216916219169693928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8216916219169693928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-far-so-good-too-bad-too-blue.html' title='So Far So Good, Too Bad Too Blue~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-4303045474145127303</id><published>2010-08-12T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:12:49.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happier Me~</title><content type='html'>lols, after spamming hw( still uncompleted) i feel much better.lols, going to finish them tmr morning~ for now, i shall sleep^^ nitex`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-4303045474145127303?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4303045474145127303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/4303045474145127303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/happier-me.html' title='A Happier Me~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-7156229231664978364</id><published>2010-08-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:07:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done To Deserve This?</title><content type='html'>late night last night. a bad day today. well you can say that stress is pulling everyone part of my body apart. but i know its my last lap. i can do this. no matter what you throw at me i won't fall. even if you dislike me, its okay. its my future not yours. biased against me, i'm also okay. i'll make sure that my results will have nothing to do with you. i'm disappointed, the teacher that i once respect so much has become like this~ oh well, i'll move on~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-7156229231664978364?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7156229231664978364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/7156229231664978364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-have-i-done-to-deserve-this.html' title='What Have I Done To Deserve This?'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6653921451499991194</id><published>2010-08-09T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:17:57.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranging My Beat~</title><content type='html'>lols, nothing much today. seriously. slept and slept and slept.lols, then helped my sister arrange her snsd cards.lols, she has alot of spare cards, interested then contact me yea?hahas. then i found taeyang's vocal and instrumental tracks^^ how cool is that?hahs, going to remix it real soon. but i'm tired now~hehe nitex~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6653921451499991194?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6653921451499991194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6653921451499991194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/arranging-my-beat.html' title='Arranging My Beat~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6722108867193283258</id><published>2010-08-08T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:58:55.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Sound~</title><content type='html'>lols, nothing much today. woke up and ate kimchi noodles with raw egg yolk for breakfast. ended up pukking like an ass.lols, didn't go for poa cause the teacher told me to rest. ended up i went to school to do work instead.lols reached home and played. weeee~ RealSound By Taeyang Episode 3 part 1/4 enjoy^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/msBJAlys27M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/msBJAlys27M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/1384745225954018540-6722108867193283258?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6722108867193283258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6722108867193283258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-sound.html' title='Real Sound~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6261359523330123131</id><published>2010-08-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:58:44.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Deep~</title><content type='html'>well, tired to 3.0x10.0^23(avacado's law if i'm not wrong) lols. kept sleeping and got stressed out easily. plus my cut fringe damped my confidence by alot. seriously alot.T_T, dear hair grow back soon~ got scolding the day i style my hair after cutting it. mr ng scolded me and as always, his tone that i would not do well cause he looks down on me. you can deny it but i can sense its quite strong.-.- no teachers believe that i can do it, i shall show it you. hahas, but i need my sleep. dumb performance today with a lousy reception. wasted time. went home and slept. lols, tuition and dnt tmr, going to sleep again cya^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINee's Lucifer~ enjoy&lt;br /&gt;P.S. will be updating the mixpod tmr if i remember.lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dww9UjJ4Dt8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/Dww9UjJ4Dt8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-6261359523330123131?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6261359523330123131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6261359523330123131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/ocean-deep.html' title='Ocean Deep~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8183806369909548211</id><published>2010-08-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:26:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Together~</title><content type='html'>lols its Se7en's new song, well sorta. guess wad? even though how positive i'm about moving on, but my physical and mental strength is down, smashed, drained. having mood swings, and if i'm noisy in class please forgive me. stressed out and even worst, my hair sucks to the max. just waiting for it to grow. even during classes and tests, i felt like tearing the paper and walk out of class to get fresh air. i need a channel to release my emotions other than here~ any ideas? so i've just decided to post this vid. dunno why~lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlyAD_Jjhks&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/UlyAD_Jjhks&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1384745225954018540-8183806369909548211?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8183806369909548211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8183806369909548211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-together.html' title='Better Together~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-6449878807769958717</id><published>2010-08-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:26:29.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Words In Your Eyes~</title><content type='html'>hihi, today sucked, failed physics badly cause i didn't memorize the formulas-.- failed ss by 1 markT_T 12-25, hopefully history is better^^ poa 28/40 ( A2^^). but it was boring and it sucked. PE sucked too, felt like a second( not grammar error, its a description). the title today is kinda universal in a sense, but its how you first think of that phrase^^ Thousand Words In Your Eyes~there are many meanings to it as i've said. the good meaning is that i can see many positive things in your eyes, happy guessing who^^. the bad meaning is how people in this world(not all) are selfish, they pretend to disrupt the class and yet they do well in their studies. f*ed up much? and i freaking swear i'll do better than you creeps and i'll get the first few positions in class, just you wait^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i can't believe that its possible, but i'll believe in it, nothing is impossible^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-6449878807769958717?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6449878807769958717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/6449878807769958717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/08/thousand-words-in-your-eyes.html' title='Thousand Words In Your Eyes~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384745225954018540.post-8509979566044866469</id><published>2010-07-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:13:07.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained Out Like A Battery~</title><content type='html'>lols, today was boring!!! had a bad appetite. my mind ain't working!!! why? anyways, went for dnt banding after that. slept for 40mins and no one woke me up.lols, slacked around then went home cause there was seriously nothing to be done~T_T, tmr tuition. and dnt again, wonder how long can i last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384745225954018540-8509979566044866469?l=whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8509979566044866469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384745225954018540/posts/default/8509979566044866469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacked-outchicken.blogspot.com/2010/07/drained-out-like-battery.html' title='Drained Out Like A Battery~'/><author><name>ToYourBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202368530635060439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhCEksxVWSc/STe4nqGPlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/9wPvdTBx3Ew/S220/Air+Walker.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
