<?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-18862852</id><updated>2011-12-03T20:56:03.262+08:00</updated><category term='Testing Beta'/><title type='text'>Anti-Note</title><subtitle type='html'>500 Characters Max.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4486285745048711669</id><published>2008-03-26T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:41:09.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darrisseus Bleu&lt;br /&gt;Morges teldar bursnar aom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Doccume I&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    A Journal, Arshad&lt;br /&gt;    Post-Genositic Era&lt;br /&gt;    3 years after the 8th Ichorian War&lt;br /&gt;    January 22, 5089&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   [The following excerpt was written by someone named 'Amanziaika'.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "It's been 3 year now since the Union and the Confederacy have agreed to lay down arms and come to peace. It's really hard to believe that they have finally come to terms since they discovered each other after the demise of Earth. Nothing truly points to this as something believable, however, and there will still be some minor guerrilla forces around the fringe worlds trying to get things their way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Everything is quiet now. Quiet except for the solemn sighs from the people who had lost loved ones during the way, and the laughter of those who made it through to the end. We ought to be grateful something like this has ever happened. The last wars stretched nearly 5 decades; this one was only 4 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Everyone has returned back to where they belong. Amanda returned to Nothrend and married Karlos. Together they went off to New Antioch and have lived there since. Raevan on the other hand chose to stay in Nothrend. He finally took up the throne is leading his people to a future they could never imagine of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Mira returned to Jein-Tol. From there she appointed someone by the name of Fredrick to take the throne, then disappeared from the public eye. I still do see her occasionally, however, in the streets of Halmier. She has taken up a Traveler aspect, but I can see right through her. She does not recognize me, however. I am a Traveler too, but I have the Assassin Triad and the Reaper aspect behind me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Christopher retired from the Confederacy's Special Operations Command, mainly because we called him back. His spy mission is over, and having achieved so much trust so as to gain a commander position from the CSOC, we have had more than enough information. Because of him we now have a treasure trove of information on the Confederate special operations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "However, we have to still think here. The Horadric Circle is still active. And as long as there is Ichor on Azeroth, the Horadrim are a serious threat. They will try to take down the control node of the Ion Cannon in New Antioch, then detonate the Ichor like the Combine did so many years ago. Then they will bring forth a force much more devastating than the demons that we have faced so far."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "This is the last war that we will be fighting in. Humanity will fall, and there will be no survivors. The most we can do is keep the war going until the day comes. The day I, Amanziaika, stand above all other. It will be the day that Fracture will fall to bits. It is the day the tallest buildings will crash down to the ground on. It is the day everyone will tremble in fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Let the 9th Ichorian War begin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4486285745048711669?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4486285745048711669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4486285745048711669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4486285745048711669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4486285745048711669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2008/03/darrisseus-bleu-morges-teldar-bursnar.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5072737509290794097</id><published>2008-03-11T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:43:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Headlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5072737509290794097?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5072737509290794097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5072737509290794097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5072737509290794097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5072737509290794097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2008/03/damned-to-oblivion-so-this-is-what-it.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7819755414365772060</id><published>2008-03-05T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:09:50.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end was near enough for me to have seen it, but I was too ignorant. I admit it was not my fault, but the entire catastrophe happened in a chain. At the beginning of the chain was me with my foolish beliefs and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial of fate can lick my boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible. I have found out that the hard way. If it does not happen one way, it will happen the other. The chain was right in front of me, yet I did not see it. The burning hot metal scarred me, yet I thought it was only another obstacle in the way. Turns out it was really the end of the line in the burning city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fires in my dreams. They turned blue. There are more out there. I caution you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Welcome To The Black Parade. I decided it was only fitting that it should be playing in my head these few days. 4 losses in total, I heard. 1 from Singapore, 1 from Malaysia. The last 2 were in Baghdad. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss him too. I didn't even know he left. I was wondering where the bloody hell he was, not coming on for such a long time. Now he's gone where he can't come back. For the time at least. Sadly we won't be able to talk like we used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he's in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharron, Madew, Link. I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7819755414365772060?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7819755414365772060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7819755414365772060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7819755414365772060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7819755414365772060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-was-near-enough-for-me-to-have-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3190337988760471913</id><published>2008-01-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:35:14.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's hell's calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll grow closer each day,&lt;br /&gt;but be pushed further apart the next&lt;br /&gt;I feel it doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps tearing at me with angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just another pain in the neck&lt;br /&gt;I should forget this dumb situation&lt;br /&gt;put down my weapon and go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, maybe you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is who I am&lt;br /&gt;I should just keep going&lt;br /&gt;charge forth and don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I will do?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;When will I turn, and to who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's reaching from it's deep&lt;br /&gt;The burning depths of it's valleys&lt;br /&gt;It'll pull us all in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to fall in&lt;br /&gt;We're going to burn with it&lt;br /&gt;We're going to cry in fear&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have to bear with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's already here&lt;br /&gt;His mouth wide and grinning&lt;br /&gt;We're charging in without fear&lt;br /&gt;It's Hell's Calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristopher Metzen&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before the Battle of Khaz'Eirin at Heinsworth, North Orlan&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah Platoon 9 (Allied Confederacy) vs Marco Polo Unit 6 (Balerin Forces)&lt;br /&gt;16th June 5918&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;892 Allied soldiers and 1245 Balerin soldiers died. The Balerinians won their greatest victory in the Heinsworth Theatre and secured supremacy in the 8th Ichorian War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3190337988760471913?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3190337988760471913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3190337988760471913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3190337988760471913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3190337988760471913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-hells-calling-well-grow-closer-each.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8346291485777052312</id><published>2008-01-13T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:39:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've survived week two at school. OMFG. That's one less week to the December holidays to bear, and most of us are jumping for joy. What's saddened me though is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends are gonna' end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. WTF indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are only 4 boys in our class of 42. We're separated into four groups (one with two extras), so each group has one boy. All of the boys sit at the back. All of the boys are pestered by teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're pretty outnumbered here. Won't those son of a guns realize our situation instead of merely saying we'll get "alot of girlfriends"!? Sure we will - girlfriend means a friend who's a girl. Like you didn't know that... right? You knew that right? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted beast. Thou shalt be purified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cough&gt; Let's leave it at that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaargh geez, I can remember clearly someone's face every time I think about myself. No, not me, someone else. I really miss 'em. To be frank I really miss them all. I wish I could turn time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've actually been doing nothing at home all day. Cast is working perfectly and I can go into dimensions and return in half a second - half a mile away. Still haven't found a gravitational lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for you to know. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidenas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: The only sort of rivalry we hold is academic. She is trying to pull us apart and I will not allow that to happen. Believe who you wish to, if you find one more valuable than the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8346291485777052312?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8346291485777052312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8346291485777052312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8346291485777052312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8346291485777052312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-im-finally-blogging-again-whoo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-6018433873507583083</id><published>2007-12-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:52:13.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jour Na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone (whoever you are). It's been a really long time since I've posted, mainly because I've been away for the period. Well, anyhoo, I'm finally posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new facebook account. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=611858005"&gt;Click here&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to go there. You can tag me, post me, throw chickens at me, spam me, talk crap to me, even spank me in the rear, I don't really care. I know I'm not the most handsome bloke people would see but... yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to blog about. It's the holidays, and the only things I do is to be left unknown to the rest of the world. All I can say right now is that I'm worried for someone who I haven't seen for a very, very long time. If you're reading this, I hope you know who you are. We miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: It doesn't matter anymore now that you've finally done it. Let go of the past and look forward to the devastating future that awaits you as consequence of what you've done. Hope you have a happy "last month".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-6018433873507583083?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6018433873507583083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=6018433873507583083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6018433873507583083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6018433873507583083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/12/jour-na.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-6571769600515986073</id><published>2007-11-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:05:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The dreams are getting worse, and it's all about the same person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, so this is it. More and more blue fires are coming up. Weaker that the first ones but still strong enough. They were cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, maybe I'm losing it, but my intuition tells me something is going on. I've found out what Page 683 is. You've lost something - something very close - and you're afraid you can't get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The buildings around were tall. If I remember, the one beside me commented that their roofs were above the clouds. That's a pretty terrible thought, seeing what it could mean in real world circumstances (read EOTW - Signs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And... and there were sparks in the sky. Not stars, but sparks. Blue sparks. Trying to figure out what it means yet but I know its related to the fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The dreams are becoming more vivid. Please, if you're reading this now, please be careful. I don't know what it all means but please be careful. Don't tell anyone else about this, you're the only one who knows. If you need help, talk to someone, don't well it up. I'm trying to see where this is going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please be careful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-6571769600515986073?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6571769600515986073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=6571769600515986073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6571769600515986073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6571769600515986073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreams-are-getting-worse-and-its-all.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2680659998408293562</id><published>2007-11-21T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:53:08.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your cries have not gone unheard, young one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will be with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sora5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2680659998408293562?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2680659998408293562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2680659998408293562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2680659998408293562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2680659998408293562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-cries-have-not-gone-unheard-young.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-9203393008291456489</id><published>2007-11-20T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:41:35.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elias, Ar'Kreglohm - Ossaris Meitt'll - 38:52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I will say once again, and this will be the last time, that I will not leave until you atone for yourself. You have made the undeniable effort to keep yourself from such a thing. You will eventually fall into its hands once more, so perforate your soul and surrender to yourself. Unleash what is within you for it is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;       "It is true you have already begun escaping the monstrosities that have been haunting you these few years. But you will eventually fall back into the depths and fail to resist them&lt;br /&gt;       "However, if I am wrong, then you will see. A reward awaits you in the end of the road. Don't give up, but don't fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-9203393008291456489?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/9203393008291456489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=9203393008291456489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/9203393008291456489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/9203393008291456489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/11/elias-arkreglohm-ossaris-meittll-3852-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5540175086188022900</id><published>2007-11-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:31:29.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Stolen from Jaspreet, who stole it from Lynette, who stole it from someone, who probably stole it from someone-&lt;br /&gt;xD Feel free to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Have you lost your freakin' mind!? I'm a guy! You got the wrong patient! I'm never coming back! (slams door and leaves lol)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I trust two, and only two, of them]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Personally, I wouldn't care]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[If everything did, then there would be a reason for everything happening - which there isn't from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name two things you would NOT tolerate in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Being in one... and being in one...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Lets see... Best doctor, eh? None]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Fear is just another emotion. Perceiving emotions that occur for another emotion is something impossible and thus I am not]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Always this same person]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you stop talking to your friends because you hooked up with a new person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Considering I had any friends I can talk to, since all of them don't even dare to...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . When was the last time you flew in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Harbringer OSPREY Transport Aircraft, to Leinchenstein, Germania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did the last text message you sent say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[July 20th, to Zul, "Happy birthday!". Since then I didn't get any message that was important]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What features do you find most attractive in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Eyes, and hair. I wonder why]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Fill in the blank.  I _______ you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;["... wish to kill", "... will destroy", "... don't matter to"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... never met"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Attached or single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Single, attached to the Federal Compendium Soldiers, Sniper unit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you were to wake up from being in a coma for a long period of time, who would you call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[The calender, to make sure I won't waste money calling someone who's dead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[None, if possible]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[You want me to answer that?] You: YES!!&lt;br /&gt;[Too bad, I won't]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[StarCraft II WebSite Pack Set 2.5C]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Hellflyer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, what's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Why someone wants to live in the US]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[The events of 9/11. I would have just blown the building the bits without the planes, which America really wasted to make up that oh-so-bad story]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Green shirt, dark blue track pants, insignia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Righty or lefty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Righto--]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Best place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Black Boar's Inn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Orcas - or killer whales, and eagles]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favourite juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Laks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favourite ex boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Who, me?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;This one's from Raghav. He still doesn't know what it's for-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [ ] I have walked into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;2. [ ] I have tripped on my shoelace and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;3. [ ] I have choked on my own spit and thought I was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;4. [ ] I've seen the Matrix a bunch of times and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;5. [ ] I type only with my pointer fingers.&lt;br /&gt;6. [ ] I have "accidentally" caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;7. [ ] I've told a cop to f*** off&lt;br /&gt;8. [ ] I have attempted to sip out of a straw but it accidentally went into my nose, rather than my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;9. [X] I have thought of something funny, and laughed out loud and people looked at me weird.&lt;br /&gt;10. [ ] I've caught myself drooling&lt;br /&gt;11. [X] I've "accidentally" caused an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;12. [X] If someone says the word "duty", I can't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;13. [X] I've been into a "Do Not Enter" one way road plenty of times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Hey, who hasn't?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. [X] Sometimes I just...stop thinking &amp;amp; zone out.&lt;br /&gt;15. [X] It is POSSIBLE to lick your elbow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[It's been proven, I've seen people do it and scientists accept it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. [ ] I just tried to lick my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;17. [X] People often shake their heads and walk away from me.&lt;br /&gt;18. [ ] People often tell me to use my "inside voice"&lt;br /&gt;19. [ ] Gum has fallen out of my mouth while talking.&lt;br /&gt;20. [X] I use my fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;21. [X] I've jumped off a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;22. [ ] I've eaten a bug for $5 or less.&lt;br /&gt;23. [X] I'm taking this test when I should be doing something more important. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Which there's nothing to, thats why]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. [ ] I repost chain letters because I'm scared of what they threaten will happen if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;25. [X] I've removed my pants when I was with friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Happens every time after PE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. [ ] I've ran around naked when I was with friends&lt;br /&gt;27. [X] I've searched all over the place for something, and then realized it was in my hand the whole time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[What was it again? Oh, my phone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. [ ] I "accidentally break" a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;29. [ ] My friends know not to use big words on me.&lt;br /&gt;30. [ ] I put my head to the side when I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;31. [ ] Sometimes I start telling a story and suddenly forget what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;32. [X] I've fallen out of my chair before. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Actually, someone pulled it out from under me but what the heck]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. [X] When I'm laying in bed, I sometimes stare at the ceiling and try to find pictures and words in the texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#324468;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Tally up your number of x's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULTIPLY THAT NUMBER BY 3 TO GET YOUR PERCENTAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5540175086188022900?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5540175086188022900/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2188552655531931064</id><published>2007-11-11T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:43:25.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH 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BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH 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BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;br /&gt;- [BLAH]BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2188552655531931064?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2188552655531931064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2188552655531931064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2188552655531931064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2188552655531931064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/11/blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7569450033071902416</id><published>2007-11-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:37:10.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Improvised Pic&lt;br /&gt;OMAIGAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. The pic on top says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay, lemmie' update what's been going on these few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through the holidays right now.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention the holidays are here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the holidays are here!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*koff* &gt;_&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see now... Been playing this game called Fiesta thats still very, very, very small. Doesn't have much in it at all, to be frank, but it doesn't matter. It's playability is limited for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Looking at picture above) Oh man, I really need to go get Photoshop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got a really cool picture of a 'Pillar of Light' from the web. It's a natural phenomena that occurs a lot around snowy places, or something of the sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RzGk7IzeBoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pixf3aGLfjI/s1600-h/mountain_halo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RzGk7IzeBoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pixf3aGLfjI/s320/mountain_halo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130062786434303618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I went to school yesterday to find out what class I had gotten to. It was C5, 38. Top class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7569450033071902416?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7569450033071902416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7569450033071902416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7569450033071902416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7569450033071902416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-improvised-pic-omaigawd-so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RzGk7IzeBoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pixf3aGLfjI/s72-c/mountain_halo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4052658416209940345</id><published>2007-10-25T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:09:24.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna' act like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4052658416209940345?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4052658416209940345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4052658416209940345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4052658416209940345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4052658416209940345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/10/hate-is-blessing-learn-to-hate-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1778332610117597685</id><published>2007-10-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:32:07.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blinking no&lt;br /&gt;Hell blinking no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, c'mon! You're supposed to scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream? Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Tarios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Tarios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quit joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is everyone going overseas and having fun while you stay at home at play StarCraft all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're rich. They're loaded. They're crap, so I don't really care why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're getting fat like that, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop bull****ing my questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop bull****ing my concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you concentrating at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why fires burn. Why we can't handle raw energy. Why we emanate it even so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You want me to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw energy, like fire and electricity, contain higher levels of psyofrequencies that are potentially lethal to humans, who emanate lower levels of psyfrequencies as significant as an ant on Jupiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WtF was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1778332610117597685?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1778332610117597685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1778332610117597685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1778332610117597685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1778332610117597685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/10/blinking-no-hell-blinking-no-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2083487381499598718</id><published>2007-10-14T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:51:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;lol&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To &lt;s&gt;teh&lt;/s&gt; the &lt;s&gt;ends&lt;/s&gt; Ends of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2&lt;/s&gt; To correct my&lt;s&gt;sefl&lt;/s&gt; self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that today, I shall blog with the usual &lt;s&gt;mistaeks&lt;/s&gt; mistakes I make. Then I'll correct them by &lt;s&gt;slahsing&lt;/s&gt; slashing them off and &lt;s&gt;rerighting&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;erriting&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;rewritig&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;reritwing&lt;/s&gt; putting in the correct words. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was too much, so I'll leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2083487381499598718?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2083487381499598718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2083487381499598718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2083487381499598718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2083487381499598718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/10/lol-to-teh-ends-ends-of-earth-2-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4382775691229160317</id><published>2007-10-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:26:48.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bullet-ed&lt;br /&gt;In the foot&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Selamat Hari Raya to whoever reads this, but looking from how many people actually register in my IP server or actually tags me, thats only Amirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up early because I had to go to join the people at the field near my house. We were there for a short time though, I was home at about 9 AM. My aunt accompanied us (my dad, big brother and me) home, but when I got into the lift (which was already overcrowded), the thing wouldn't move, so I had to take the stairs while the rest took the elevator... But the stairs were faster anyway. By 20 seconds at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amira, Jonathan, Shahidah, Ridhwan, Luq and Jeshua. I read your messages and found out what good friends I had. I only wish Serinna, Lira, Hafizah and Hadi had replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when I got home I saw that Amira has sent me a message asking for forgiveness. For what I don't know, but she said it was Hari Raya and yeah, so she sent me apologies. Still for what I don't know, and being the lazy bum I am, I went back to bed since I slept late last night. Went back confused, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't sleep for the first 1 hours I spent on the cushioning of my bolster with my feet on my pillow. I was sleeping upside-down for crying out loud. I was wondering what that was all about. I eventually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; fall alseep, though, but I didn't have any dreams. As usual. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have dreams that I can remember. I know they happen, but I don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after that I woke up when my dad and sis switched the lights on and my sis whacked me hard in the face. I got up (first, then I got whacked), and found it was around 7:30 in the evening (darn, I've been sleeping for so long!!). So yeah, I woke up, had dinner (didn't feel hungry but still did. I got a new record - actually finished the plate), came down here, sat on the chair and turned on StarCraft. Played as Protoss and punished the Terrans for the suckers they were. Then I bailed out and just sat here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cease my confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized. Maybe I'm getting what I've come to get. Maybe I won't be so happy. Maybe finally life is catching up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing my Death Note tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really miss you. I'm just not sure you miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4382775691229160317?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4382775691229160317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4382775691229160317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4382775691229160317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4382775691229160317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/10/bullet-ed-in-foot-today-is-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7015169250490353043</id><published>2007-10-03T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:37:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mac OS X&lt;br /&gt;On a Windows Platform!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using Windows OS X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac and Windows cross over and cause mayhem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgIjKTfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6io9eyKvqEE/s1600-h/mac_os+pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgIjKTfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6io9eyKvqEE/s320/mac_os+pic1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116964939999366642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of the OS transfusion. That's my Generator Disk space. Damn, it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgojKTgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jAY-pVlg_L0/s1600-h/mac_os+pic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgojKTgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jAY-pVlg_L0/s320/mac_os+pic2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116964948589301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures I made - and someone logs into MSN! Yes really, those pics are by me... and I don't play Maple anymore. I just hack the folios and get the pictures. The eye, at the back of the picture, is a 4th Job Skill for Hunters, by the way. It looked cool so I got it as an insignia from Wizet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgojKThI/AAAAAAAAAIk/okxy71y-8XY/s1600-h/mac_os+pic3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgojKThI/AAAAAAAAAIk/okxy71y-8XY/s320/mac_os+pic3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116964948589301266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Terran guidebook. A personal one I'm making for myself. I started this months ago, I still haven't finished it because Blizzard is so caught up in making money with World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMdwojKTjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n-UQWUiAP-A/s1600-h/mac_os+pic4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMdwojKTjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n-UQWUiAP-A/s320/mac_os+pic4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116966322978836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Display toolbox and Splinter Cell on GBA. Incredible, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will take some time to get used to the new controls, but it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7015169250490353043?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7015169250490353043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7015169250490353043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7015169250490353043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7015169250490353043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/10/mac-os-x-on-windows-platform-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RwMcgIjKTfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6io9eyKvqEE/s72-c/mac_os+pic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2067723953156954956</id><published>2007-09-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:44:02.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hellslayers. Slayers of Hell, as they called themselves. They are a&lt;br /&gt;group of vicious, broken people pushed to the extremes in the arts of weaponry&lt;br /&gt;and warcraft. Yet they serve with loyalty than cannot be matched even by the&lt;br /&gt;most hardened and patriotic Allied soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Eastablished after the First Confederate war, and tasked with the&lt;br /&gt;streneous job of eliminating the vast population of mutants then situated on&lt;br /&gt;what is now known and the Hellslaughter Peninsula, the Hellslayers are the&lt;br /&gt;responsive call to the Confederate Ghosts. Trained from as young as 3, these&lt;br /&gt;people are ruthless but proud warriors. Even as that, they will kill their&lt;br /&gt;superiors and even their own peers for the right price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Because the Hellslayers were formed by the Volkshiren Government, they&lt;br /&gt;were forced to train in the harshest conditions nature would give them - the&lt;br /&gt;vicious Volkshiren winter. Due to this, they are the most hardened&lt;br /&gt;governmental mercenaries to ever exist, and will ever exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor and blood, are in this Iron Cross&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2067723953156954956?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2067723953156954956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2067723953156954956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2067723953156954956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2067723953156954956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/09/talking-to-myself-ive-gone-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3809398742083059742</id><published>2007-09-22T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:14:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;You don't? Good, you'll never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since I posted so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had soccer on Monday. In the field, right after the whole place got wet due to rain. I wonder why some people (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; girls, mainly because those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; girls are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so many people&lt;/span&gt;) whine so much about mud. I mean, hey! They're wearing shoes for all hell's worth! It's not like we're asking them to roll in the mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which reminds me of a little joke I heard a few months back. People spend thousands of dollars to go have their face brightened via the application of mud. Pigs do it everyday for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Met Mira on the train back home. xD So lets move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next interesting bit occurred on Thursday. Met her with her friends again. Was nervous since she had company around and I always go home alone. Found out that she has actually wanted to join a uniformed group if not Malay Dance! Imagine her holding a rifle and waring camo... Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the only interesting thing that happened to me this week was that I met Mira on the train twice. And that us Area 20 cadets always seem to share stuff with Area 3. Drat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on Friday... Hmm, our IPW teacher got angry for no reason. She told some of our groups off for making her read the text on the screen (well yeah, some groups told her to read it off the screen, to which she didn't want to), then she comes up and tells us that she can read it off the screen herself if we're going to read it to her. What the hell? Congratulations on making it to the Complete Crap List as well as the Budding Bitch List at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hell, crap! She'll find this blog! She'll read this post! She'll know what class I'm from! She'll know who I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what? I don't give a damn. This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be my blog, and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my blog. There was a reason why I placed password protection here, and there's a reason why I took it out. I can put it back in again if you show me any hint of having taken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious offense after you gave us a piece of your shit&lt;/span&gt;. Keep giving us shit and you'll see more shit from me and probably everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I'm becoming so haywire lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the exams that are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what? I'll give it a pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not do it than kill myself if anything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3809398742083059742?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3809398742083059742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3809398742083059742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3809398742083059742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3809398742083059742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-what-you-dont-good-youll-never.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2441514253589394967</id><published>2007-09-13T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T05:32:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Peacetime Initiate</title><content type='html'>The fasting month has begun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woo~&lt;br&gt;Yeah~&lt;br&gt;Heh...&lt;br&gt;Um...&lt;br&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2441514253589394967?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2441514253589394967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2441514253589394967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2441514253589394967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2441514253589394967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/09/global-peacetime-initiate.html' title='Global Peacetime Initiate'/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4734731962476052759</id><published>2007-09-11T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:50:35.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Blog Keeping rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.At the end of your blog,you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Dont forget to leave them a comment telling them that they are tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 facts/habits about Arshad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They say SPRMNMK2 is infamous. I'm that [SPeaRMaNMK2]&lt;br /&gt;2. If I'm good at one thing, that's being a lunatic!! xD&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone sees me as part ebil. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I dial 999 and ask for flight times. No, really!&lt;br /&gt;5. My eyes are brown, not black.&lt;br /&gt;6. No one understands what I attempt to inculcate into their sentience as such that those who's minds are one will replicate the perpetual energies of psychological and humane behaviour (tell me you didn't understand that - neither did I!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. I like music, I hate heavy metal. Really.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm fat. AGAIN! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 humans who must do this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See No 5.&lt;br /&gt;2. See No 5.&lt;br /&gt;3. See No 5.&lt;br /&gt;4. See No 5.&lt;br /&gt;5. See No 7.&lt;br /&gt;6. See No 8.&lt;br /&gt;7. See No 6.&lt;br /&gt;8. Anyone who wants to try it? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4734731962476052759?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4734731962476052759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4734731962476052759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4734731962476052759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4734731962476052759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-keeping-rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3118635389516049185</id><published>2007-09-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:51:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's how the story goes...?</title><content type='html'>"The word goes...&lt;br&gt;  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, M, I, G, A, W, D, S, T, F, U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;"So that's how the word goes..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I don't know how much longer it is till we know our future. I've been estimating, culculating, counting, predicting, reculculating and counting, again and again and again. I've done the formulae, read the information, collaborated the research. Nothing adds up to any sense. Any influx relative to my thoughts always turns out to be another "What If" situation. Always.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake me up... when September ends!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn it, if only I could sleep that long.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows? Maybe it's normal. Maybe nothing has changed, only me. Then again, for some reason I see everything from another view, in another angle, in a different light... It's strange, but maybe it's normal. It always it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So we all scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HALP! HALP! HALP and again we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HALP! HALP! HALP all the way&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what if it isn't? What if this isn't what it's supposed to be? What if it's going the wrong way? What if this isn't another long-winded useless chapter of my life? What if it's by me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Course it's by me. I'm me. I live my life. My life lives in me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But what about others? Am I living alone? Or is there sentience in the world? Maybe there isn't, maybe there is. What if?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's wrong with me, damn it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm stuck. I really need help. My head's gone playing wacko, and it's being wacked all over the place. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Release me from the shell.&lt;br&gt;Damn it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3118635389516049185?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3118635389516049185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3118635389516049185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3118635389516049185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3118635389516049185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-that-how-story-goes.html' title='So that&amp;#39;s how the story goes...?'/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-873851449172537327</id><published>2007-08-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:53:23.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something to put&lt;br /&gt;The ARCA off our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE WEIRD GAME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about themselves. People who get tagged must write in their blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end of it, you must choose six people and list out their names. And please, no tagging back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I believe silver should be worth more than gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;02] I'm a bookworm. I eat books&lt;br /&gt;03] No one understands what I say&lt;br /&gt;04] I have a German-Scottish-Western esque accent&lt;br /&gt;05] I make quotes at the most unusual places and times&lt;br /&gt;06] I enjoy cracking peoples' nerves (in fact, I just made someone scream "What's wrong with you!?" this morning)&lt;br /&gt;07] I hate Maple Story (oh yes, I really do... burn the discs whenever you see them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they'll control you!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;08] I have a fascination with weapons&lt;br /&gt;09] I go insane whenever the mood gets to me&lt;br /&gt;10] I'm fat. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-873851449172537327?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/873851449172537327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=873851449172537327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/873851449172537327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/873851449172537327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-to-put-arca-off-our-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2253022364036955120</id><published>2007-08-29T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:13:48.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We really need some help&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"East Cardigan Company, Cardigan of ... Belgium, Ollivander, Dog, Skellig and Horace Companies ... have fallen. Celes and Aries Companies ... holding fort at London and ... Berlin respectively. France is being ... bombarded by Visitor shock artillery. Montreal ... gaining land at Germany."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;East Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chi, Kraut and Hound Companies are holding fort where Jeri, ... Holt, Kai and Sterly Companies have fallen. Arc ... Company being besieged by GID ... and ARCA Zone Bombings. Stymatic Company is fighting for land at China from naval bombardments from Japan. Korean zone ... being invaded D-Day esque ... from Singapore. Indonesia ... completely obliterated by Visitors ... Horrible status."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceania&lt;br /&gt;"Eastern part of Australia being besieged by ARCA Lak-II cruisers ... reporting insufficient anti-naval ammunitions ... the beach is a complete mess ... we're having swordfights, with no guns or ammo ... Visitors have taken western forts ... Able and Skipjack Companies down ... -n't think there were any survivors ... Really need assistance ... We're falling apart ..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like I said - we really need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2253022364036955120?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2253022364036955120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2253022364036955120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2253022364036955120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2253022364036955120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-really-need-some-help-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-616523879789449057</id><published>2007-08-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:42:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.S. Government&lt;br /&gt;Federal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send him back. (2036 - 2096)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating August 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send him back. We're in an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Williams.&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan.&lt;br /&gt;Titan Esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5100 IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need your assistance.&lt;br /&gt;Send him back.&lt;br /&gt;Titor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need your assistance&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-616523879789449057?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/616523879789449057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=616523879789449057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/616523879789449057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/616523879789449057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/08/u.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3076990830781333524</id><published>2007-08-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:11:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a publicized serial message just now&lt;br /&gt;It went about in Seven Languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian:&lt;br /&gt;"Это будет Российская Федерация земли&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RFE спрашивает что визитеры немедленно выходят планетарный остаток и территориальный радиус себя как свои планеты сестры и или системы похожие. Если такие инструкции не последованы за мимо, то вражеская политическая, воискаа и или планетарное действие будут приняты против вас территориальным участком 2 1E F7 заказа под магистратом федеральных и планетарных дел Созвезди-эля и господствующий заказа Соединенные Штатыы Америкии, также, как соединение русских конфедераций."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch:&lt;br /&gt;"Dit is de Russische Federatie van Aarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RFE verzoekt om dat de bezoekers onmiddellijk het planetarische surplus en de territoriale straal van zich als zijn zusterplaneten en of systemen verlaten. Als dergelijke instructies niet langs worden gevolgd, vijandige zal politiek, militair en of planetarische actie tegen u door Territoriale sector van de Orde 2 1E F7 onder Magistraat van Federale en Planetarische constellatie-Aal zaken en de Orde van de Uitspraak van de Verenigde Staten van Amerika worden genomen, evenals de Unie van Russische Federaties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French:&lt;br /&gt;"C'est la Fédération de Russie de la terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le RFE demande que les visiteurs laissent immédiatement l'excédent planétaire et le rayon territorial de lui-même en tant que ses planètes de soeur et ou systèmes semblables. Si de telles instructions ne sont pas suivies près, politique hostile, des militaires et ou la mesure planétaire seront pris contre toi par le secteur territorial d'ordre 2 1E F7 sous le magistrat des affaires fédérales et planétaires de Constellation-bière anglaise et de l'ordre Ruling des Etats-Unis d'Amérique, aussi bien que l'union des confédérations russes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German:&lt;br /&gt;"Dieses ist die Russische Föderation von Masse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der RFE fordert, daß die Besucher sofort den planetarischen Überschuß und den territorialen Radius von sich als seine Schwesterplaneten und oder gleichsysteme lassen. Wenn solche Anweisungen nicht vorbei befolgt werden, werden feindliches politisches, Militär und oder planetarische Maßnahmen gegen dich durch territorialen Auftrag Sektor 2 1E F7 unter Richter der Bundes- und planetarischen Konstellation-Ale Angelegenheiten und des Ruling Auftrages der Staaten von America, sowie den Anschluß der russischen Konföderationen ergriffen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian:&lt;br /&gt;"Ciò è la Federazione Russa di terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il RFE chiede che gli ospiti immediatamente lasciano l'eccedenza planetaria ed il raggio territoriale di se come i relativi pianeti della sorella ed o sistemi simili. Se tali istruzioni non sono seguite vicino, politico ostile, i militari ed o i provvedimenti planetari saranno presi contro di voi dal settore territoriale 2 1E F7 di ordine sotto il magistrato degli affari federali e planetari della Costellazione-birra inglese e dell'ordine Ruling degli Stati Uniti d'America, così come l'unione dei Confederacies russi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish:&lt;br /&gt;"Ésta es la Federación Rusa de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El RFE pide que los visitantes dejen inmediatamente el exceso planetario y el radio territorial de sí mismo como sus planetas de la hermana y o sistemas semejantes. Si tales instrucciones no se siguen cerca, político hostil, los militares y o medidas planetarias tomarán contra ti el sector territorial 2 1E F7 de la orden debajo del magistrado de los asuntos federales y planetarios de la Constelación-cerveza inglesa y de la orden Ruling de los Estados Unidos de América, así como la unión de las confederaciones rusas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:&lt;br /&gt;"This is the Russian Federation of Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RFE requests that the visitors immediately leave the planetary surplus and territorial radius of itself as its sister planets and or systems alike. If such instructions are not followed by, hostile political, military and or planetary action will be taken against you by Territorial Order sector 2 1E F7 under Magistrate of Federal and Planetary Constellation-ale affairs and the Ruling Order of The United States of America, as well as The Union of Russian Confederacies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3076990830781333524?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3076990830781333524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3076990830781333524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3076990830781333524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3076990830781333524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-was-publicized-serial-message.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3647321614171647813</id><published>2007-08-26T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:02:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redigieren ohne Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mittel, die mit Fähigkeit redigieren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst beachtet haben, dass ich die Abbildung oben änderte. Ich arbeite an einem Projekt auf dem Bildredigieren (für mich, ist das), sowie die Herstellung eines kleinen Einklebebuchs des bevorstehenden StarCraft II Spiels (und meine Bloghaut mit ihr auch radikalisieren). Das bedeutet, dass ich das Handeln Künste projektiere bin, das mir keine Markierungen in meinem SA und in EYE-E erhält. (Verfluchte und Böe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sind was ich gehend ' tun über meine Prüfungen!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Antwort ist einfach und leicht gesetzt: nichts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, gerade zu sagen, dass fast niemand herkommt (der der vollständige Punkt des Beginnens des Projektes für mich ist) und dort total keine gefährlich schrecklichen Lehrer sein, die ihr Aussehen erscheinen und apparenting. Safe, zum zu sagen, dass fast alle IPS, die durch hier gekommen sind, nicht von der Einheit-sek sind, wenn nur herum 3 von der Bibliothek kommen (alle drei von ihnen durch mich) und von nur 5 Leuten, die in den letzten 5 Wochen besuchen, drei Besuche von mir (weil ich weiß, dass niemand hier irgendwie sein würden).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ist was mein Fortschritt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den Fokus vom vorhergehenden fella', Rachel verschieben ist jetzt meine Hauptpriorität beim Schlagen für Mathe, und Kevin hat sich der abgenutzten Stelle in mindestens versuchen angeschlossen. S.J. führt noch Wissenschaft, also kümmere mich ich nicht umso viel, aber ich bin auf dem Schlagen er noch scharf. Jaspreet, Chloe, Hafizah und Luqman gewinnen auf Englisch, also ich muss etwas scoresheets wirklich, wirklich hier und dort ändern. Nicht viel, das ich über HomeEc ausgenommen tun kann, um zu sagen, dass ich für es kaum viel mich interessieren kann. Kunst wird mich zu den ganz Großen gehören verlassen - auch ein Thema, das ich viel hasse. Ich könnte schreien " EIN LEBEN ERHALTEN!! " an IPW auch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeder weiß, dass ich eine Wahrscheinlichkeit von nichts an der Muttersprache stehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An diesem Punkt würde ein typischer Snivelinglehrer, " sagen; OH- Junge, hast du ein wirklich grosses Haltung Problem, kid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich würde, " antworten; OH- yeah und multiplizieren das mit 40 und dann mit 3 und subtrahieren ungefähr 2 oder 3. Das ist, wie groß unser Haltung Problem is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich zeige nicht Finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, seine 2306 Stunden im Augenblick (Güte für in-built Computertaktgeber danken). Ich erhielt ' erhalte etwas Schlaf, wenn ich lautes an morgen ausbilden heraus schwören soll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gute Nachtleute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gewehren für Auir.&lt;br /&gt;SCO SCO-ES ES ISO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich dort lassen und an mir lachen&lt;br /&gt;- [OF]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3647321614171647813?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3647321614171647813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3647321614171647813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3647321614171647813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3647321614171647813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/08/redigieren-ohne-photoshop-mittel-die.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-6061746029860321564</id><published>2007-08-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:07:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editing without PhotoShop&lt;br /&gt;Means editing with skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And thats only the tip of the iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that I changed the picture above. I'm working on a project on image editing (for myself, that is), as well as making a little scrapbook of the upcoming StarCraft II game (and also to radicalize my blog-skin with it). That means I'm doing an arts project that doesn't get me any marks in my SA and EYE-E. (Damn und blast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the heck am I gonna' do about my exams!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple and easily put: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say that almost no one comes here (which is the whole point of starting the project for myself) and there are totally no treacherously terrible teachers appearing and apparenting their appearances. Safe to say that almost all of the IPs that have come by here are not from Unity Sec, with only around 3 coming from the library (all three of them by me), and only 5 people visiting in the last 5 weeks, three visits from me (because I know no one would be here anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats my progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift the focus from the previous fella', Rachel is now my top priority in beating for Math, and Kevin has joined the fray into at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;. S.J. is still leading Science so I don't mind as much, but I'm still keen on beating him. Jaspreet, Chloe, Hafizah and Luqman are gaining on English, so I'll have to really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; alter some scoresheets here and there. Not much I can do about HomeEc except to say that I can hardly care much about it. Art is going to fail me big time - also a subject I hate alot. I could shout "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GET A LIFE!!&lt;/span&gt;" at IPW too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I don't stand a chance of anything at Mother Tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, a typical sniveling teacher would say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh boy, you've got a really big attitude problem, kid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would reply, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh yeah, and multiply that by 40, and then by 3, and subtract about 2 or 3. That's how big our attitude problem is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pointing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, its 2306 hrs right now (thank goodness for in-built computer clocks). I gotta' get some sleep if I'm to swear out loud at training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns For Auir.&lt;br /&gt;SCO SCO-ES ES ISO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-6061746029860321564?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6061746029860321564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=6061746029860321564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6061746029860321564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6061746029860321564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/08/editing-without-photoshop-means-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7521842573984609776</id><published>2007-07-29T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:12:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored Like Nothing On Earth&lt;br /&gt;Someone Entertain Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, just finished up our English project titled 'Food Medley'. We made a new dish called 'Mutton Wanton', nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craps, there's a science test on Monday - and I haven't even revised. Hope I know what I'm doing... CRAPS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Double Craps - I won't come home till late tomorrow! I have NDP rehearsals at school... Which means I'm in the NDP contingent in my school! Our Sir told us that the 8 were picked because of "Good drills, or good attitude". I think I'm in the 'Good Attitude' part - I completely suck at my drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More craps - Wei Jie doesn't have a thumbdrive to store our presentation that we made. Qi En has it, but he didn't come for the group meeting (hell, that idiot!!). But hey, I didn't go either... I communicated through MSN. Thats how we finished up the Powerpoint anyway. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have to pray to god Qi En has a thumbdrive, and pray harder that he brings it tomorrow. Or else, we'll get a 'Late Submission' stamp on our shiny new presentation and... well, a fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR THUMB DRIVE TOMORROW, QI EN, OR FACE DEATH THROUGH MY FIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7521842573984609776?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7521842573984609776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7521842573984609776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7521842573984609776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7521842573984609776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored-like-nothing-on-earth-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2338669782724325659</id><published>2007-07-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:37:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little drawing&lt;br /&gt;I made during school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration: Scrin Disintegrator&lt;br /&gt;Based on: Scrin Disintegrator&lt;br /&gt;Title: Scrin Disintegrator&lt;br /&gt;By: Scri-- no, wait, by me - [ArsH]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Rp8gBcQTBuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9iXWZkpPQ0U/s1600-h/Scrin+Disintegrator.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Rp8gBcQTBuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9iXWZkpPQ0U/s320/Scrin+Disintegrator.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088821313088456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click to view it in its full greatness (the picture is a bit sketchy - but hey, that's what it is, a sketch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2338669782724325659?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2338669782724325659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2338669782724325659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2338669782724325659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2338669782724325659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-drawing-i-made-during-school.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Rp8gBcQTBuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9iXWZkpPQ0U/s72-c/Scrin+Disintegrator.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7100314715663760922</id><published>2007-07-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:50:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this test!</title><content type='html'>Alright, take this test guys and gals, if you know me. Here are a few guidelines:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have a Japanese name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't call myself 'Pathline'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like Petite Pink.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really, seriously spelt it as 'MICKname'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't deserve to get it all right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like Passive Pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So there. Here's the scoreboard to access the thingy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/682059"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/682059/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good luck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7100314715663760922?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7100314715663760922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7100314715663760922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7100314715663760922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7100314715663760922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-this-test.html' title='Take this test!'/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3608667056731227428</id><published>2007-06-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:30.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Command &amp; Conquer 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battle of Mengsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's been ages since I last posted (actually it's only one week, but to some other people that week is 'ages' without a computer) and I attribute it to my lack of any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am today, playing CnC3 with apparently nothing better to do. So out of boredom, here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started a game out with Nod as my faction (like I always do) and saw that I had no Scrin allies. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ836dePI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rqdlaKOn04g/s1600-h/1_Running+for+Tiberium.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ836dePI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rqdlaKOn04g/s320/1_Running+for+Tiberium.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081767867521530098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for some apparent reason the Tiberium field at the bottom center of the map becomes super important - so important the entire row split into 2 separate groups and starting gnawing at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ836deQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aaK0pQy0Sm8/s1600-h/2_Running+for+Tiberium_2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ836deQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aaK0pQy0Sm8/s320/2_Running+for+Tiberium_2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081767867521530114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ9H6deRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DeplkKL7ntA/s1600-h/3_Another+Tiberium+Field.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ9H6deRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DeplkKL7ntA/s320/3_Another+Tiberium+Field.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081767871816497426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Tiberium field becomes docking point of the Arcas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while team 2 and the newly formed group 3 were bombarding each other with tanks in the first 5 minutes of the game, team 1 found the opportunity to move down the bridge and try to get the enemy unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ9H6deSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8ScmbnIm1H0/s1600-h/4_Team+1+moves+up.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ9H6deSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8ScmbnIm1H0/s320/4_Team+1+moves+up.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081767871816497442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like they were aware all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ9X6deTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KySFW_M5C5c/s1600-h/5_Frontline.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ9X6deTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KySFW_M5C5c/s320/5_Frontline.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081767876111464754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same bloody Tiberium field is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; the frontline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wH6deUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MESw-IEPibY/s1600-h/6_Acturus+tries+to+scout+out+the+map.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wH6deUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MESw-IEPibY/s320/6_Acturus+tries+to+scout+out+the+map.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082093103920019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acturus takes this time to try and scout the enemy bases. His expeditionary force was ripped apart and he got angry. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wX6deVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mbpkN3VzDA4/s1600-h/7_Base+Expansion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wX6deVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mbpkN3VzDA4/s320/7_Base+Expansion.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082093108214987090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So while Acturus was yelling about how many kids those soldiers who died had, I took my opportunity in the cloud of confusion to expand my base. Thats my Emissary at the top left, near the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wX6deWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c16DGelN7xQ/s1600-h/9_Foreman+crosses+the+bridge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wX6deWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c16DGelN7xQ/s320/9_Foreman+crosses+the+bridge.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082093108214987106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Foreman suddenly sees a chance to cross the bridge. This is the start of the War of Ionas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wn6deXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/e0NPaZmmKDo/s1600-h/11_Foreman+reaches+my+base.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc4wn6deXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/e0NPaZmmKDo/s320/11_Foreman+reaches+my+base.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082093112509954418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Scrin Foreman keeps up at his pace by stepping right into my territory. Big mistake for your team, Fordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97H6deZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X2_XiW_O5lw/s1600-h/12_the+battle+for+Sector+1+is+over.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97H6deZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X2_XiW_O5lw/s320/12_the+battle+for+Sector+1+is+over.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098790456719762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news is that the battle for the Tiberium is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97X6deaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zo_S6PyQL_c/s1600-h/13_but+the+battle+for+Ionas+begins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97X6deaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zo_S6PyQL_c/s320/13_but+the+battle+for+Ionas+begins.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098794751687074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bad news is the battle for Mengsk is happening just a few yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97X6debI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XNTpJ11_Lt8/s1600-h/14_and+Foreman+begins+bombardment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97X6debI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XNTpJ11_Lt8/s320/14_and+Foreman+begins+bombardment.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098794751687090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foreman tries to begin an air bombardment, which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97n6decI/AAAAAAAAAHU/N4Jqf28n6kU/s1600-h/15_i+run+infront+with+helis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97n6decI/AAAAAAAAAHU/N4Jqf28n6kU/s320/15_i+run+infront+with+helis.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098799046654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went wacko with my Venoms and charged at the enemy without any back up even ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97n6dedI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Idtskh3JcOQ/s1600-h/16_acturus+destroys+the+bridge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Roc97n6dedI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Idtskh3JcOQ/s320/16_acturus+destroys+the+bridge.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098799046654418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Acturus gets all angry again and blows up the bridge. Smart move, Acturus - Foreman tried to siege your base with about 15 Annihilator Tripods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RodAIn6deeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ON8wFzvF1Kw/s1600-h/18_ionas+retaliates.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RodAIn6deeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ON8wFzvF1Kw/s320/18_ionas+retaliates.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082101221408209378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ionas suddenly decides to retaliate with stealth tanks after being bombarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RodAIn6defI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GilW2lFMEQ8/s1600-h/19_ionas+blows+something+up.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RodAIn6defI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GilW2lFMEQ8/s320/19_ionas+blows+something+up.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082101221408209394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blows something up and turns it into an unidentifiable heap of metal and flame. What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RodAI36degI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9BnO3sGBJgw/s1600-h/20_+the+first+superweapon%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RodAI36degI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9BnO3sGBJgw/s320/20_+the+first+superweapon%21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082101225703176706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's when the battle really ends - I make the game's first superweapon! I blew Foreman to bits for annihilating my troops, and he returned with a Rift generator, so I bombed the thing with my Vertigoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show that if you turtle with Nod, you can get a Temple of Nod in the first 25 minutes of the game - if you have a bunch of complete losers on your side fighting a bunch of even bigger losers in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending result? I blew 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3608667056731227428?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3608667056731227428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3608667056731227428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3608667056731227428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3608667056731227428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/06/command-conquer-3-battle-of-mengsk-its.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RoYQ836dePI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rqdlaKOn04g/s72-c/1_Running+for+Tiberium.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8879248556903666273</id><published>2007-06-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:30.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell Correspondence&lt;br /&gt;Girl From Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while browsing late at night. The sentence below says "We will take revenge on your behalf".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing appeared on the Google website when I searched teremain_Ehll at around midnight. I don't know why it appeared; maybe it has something to do with the Anarcticus I recently obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RnYlmBgjgeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K3InDRS14x4/s1600-h/hell+correspondence_jpeg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RnYlmBgjgeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K3InDRS14x4/s320/hell+correspondence_jpeg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077286965077049826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8879248556903666273?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8879248556903666273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8879248556903666273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8879248556903666273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8879248556903666273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/06/hell-correspondence-girl-from-hell-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RnYlmBgjgeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K3InDRS14x4/s72-c/hell+correspondence_jpeg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4241507725238899350</id><published>2007-06-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:05:52.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take This Test&lt;br /&gt;And See if You Know Too Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you'll be eliminated in approximately 48 hours of taking the test if you score all correct - or wrong, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/308457"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/308457/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4241507725238899350?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4241507725238899350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4241507725238899350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4241507725238899350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4241507725238899350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/06/take-this-test-and-see-if-you-know-too.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5242839871118246885</id><published>2007-06-15T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:17:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Namelogical Conclusions&lt;br /&gt;or Namathic Delusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on Mira's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A: Loves to flirt but in a way of joking&lt;br /&gt;B: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;C: weird&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;F: People wild and crazy adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: Easy to fall in   with&lt;br /&gt;I: LOVES TO LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;J: Freaking Rowdy&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L: best smile&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: One of the best damn bf/gf anyonecould ask for&lt;br /&gt;O: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Good Girlfriend/Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;S: the best person anyone could have&lt;br /&gt;T: great kisser&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets hugs&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Is a freak when it comes to parties&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Loves to flirt but in a way of joking (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooookay... I flirt?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; - Good Girlfriend/Boyfriend (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend. =D Hope I get a good girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; - the best person anyone could have (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow... So I'm the best. Thats tactless&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; - Easy to fall in   with (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy to fall in with? What's that supposed to mean!?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Loves to flirt but in a way of joking (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it just me or is this guy repeating himself?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; - Has one of the best personalities ever (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cynical is the best personality ever&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hell. I criticize even my own name. That's how horrible I am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5242839871118246885?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5242839871118246885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5242839871118246885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5242839871118246885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5242839871118246885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/06/namelogical-conclusions-or-namathic.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5967084168323797032</id><published>2007-06-10T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:36:28.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Facts&lt;br /&gt;Are always true facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Arshad&amp;gender=m" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Arshad!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It can take Arshad several days to move just through one tree!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over half of Americans are officially Arshad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arshad can jump up to sixteen times his own height!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Australian billygoat plum contains a hundred times more Vitamin C than Arshad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arshad is the only king without a moustache on the standard pack of cards!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donald Duck's middle name is Arshad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fifty-two percent of Americans drink Arshad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The National Heart Foundation recommends eating Arshad at least three times a week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On stone temples in southern India, there are more than 30 million carved images of Arshad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Antarctica is the only continent without Arshad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=George Bush&amp;gender=m" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about George Bush!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;George Bush can last longer without water than a camel can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day, two hours more than George Bush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes 17 muscles to smile, and 43 to frown at George Bush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medieval knights put the skin of George Bush on their sword handles to improve the grip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Europe is the only continent that lacks George Bush!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number one cause of blindness in the United States is George Bush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as George Bush!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about George Bush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donald Duck's middle name is George Bush!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ace of spades in a playing card deck symbolizes George Bush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5967084168323797032?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5967084168323797032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5967084168323797032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5967084168323797032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5967084168323797032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/06/true-facts-are-always-true-facts-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3205965741932735748</id><published>2007-06-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:39:15.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camps Over&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Memories&lt;br /&gt;They're not great at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 1st June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning woke up. Went to school with a really heavy bag on my shoulder and a shoe-bag in my right hand. Took MRT to school and arrived at the school canteen. Met Ridhwan, then followed him to find Luqman. Had a chat in the canteen for awhile, drank some isotonic drinks. Then Sir came and told us to fall in outside the General Office. Then we sat down with the Sec 3s and waited. Soon Sir came and brief us about the camp, then talk to the Sec 2s about tent pitching. Turned out no one knew how to pitch a tent, so Sir tried to teach us how. He told us about the tent covers and pegs, but we didn't know how to tie the knots. In the end he got tired of the whole ordeal and told us to "act busy, pack, and let the others tie the knots".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we boarded the bus and went on our journey to the north-eastern part of Singapore. From there, we took the ferry to the Granite Island, Pulau Ubin. From the jetty over there, we walked around 3 kilometers before we reach the campsite entrance, and from there we walked another 500 meters in to reach our camping area. By then most of us were nearly dead and some dead walkers woke up when they could finally put their bags down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell in at the canteen and were grouped and tented. Then we went to collect our tents and went to the tent site. Over there we started to pitch our tents. I didn't know how to pitch the bloody tent to I just laid out the mat and put the pegs in. But it was bloody hard, and one peg actually bent all the way. We were short of 2 pegs and got into trouble. After we return from punishment, two people come give us 2 pegs that they 'took from us and thought was theirs'. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pitch already, went and fall in at the field. Then we went to have dinner. Collected our mess tins and went to the eating area. Poured water into the tin and started heating it on the stove with some solid fuel. Then our team instructor and school Sir came and had a little chit chat. I started to put my maggie noodles into the tin when the instructor asked me why I didn't put the sauce in. I told him 'as long as I can get the energy, I don't care about the taste', and he laugh with Sir. Then Sir said that I was his cadet, so instructor asked why I didn't talk to him much. I told him that he was our Sir, must show respect and I'm not good at that. Then instructor talk with Sir for awhile while I ate my noodles. It was good without sauce anyway, so I could eat it. Hoped I won't get stomach ache that night. Then we fell in back into our school squads and had a talk with our Sir and Ma'am. They encouraged us that we could do it, had a small chat and went back to bed that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, that night we had sentry duty. Our group was the first, beginning at 1 AM. We slept for like 30 minutes (I slept for 10 minutes), and woke the others up and went for sentry duty. The girls took their own sweet time and so got us a good extension in our duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sentry duty, we went to sleep... then at 0430 hrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 2nd June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell in on the field at around 5 AM. There we did some physical training (pumping, jumping jacks, starjumps, crunches, sit-ups...) and went to eat breakfast. After that we went for trekking. Walked around the island for about an hour, passed by the island's chief's house and reached the 'Bermuda triangle'. They asked us why it was called the Bermuda triangle, and told us that the answer is not further than the area itself. Everyone went towards the shelter to try and look for the answer, and some crowded around in one place and started looking at the trees. I noticed the roads were connected in a triangle and went ahead to tell the instructor, who said it was the correct answer. So after that we played a little communication game and completely corrupted the message at the front so that 'burger' became 'mosquito injection'. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked back to camp, half on soil and half on tar. We went on tar because halfway through, they missed the track and ended up somewhere else. There was an extremely dilapidated car that the instructor took a picture of, and we went on our way. Once we reached back in camp (everyone nearly dead), we changed into our wet attire and went for kayaking. We got a briefing. Then we went for kayaking. I didn't know how to swim, but I sat with the swimmers. Luckily I didn't get a non-swimmer partner. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in the middle of the ocean and I said this was freakin' fun. Then we had trouble steering the kayak. We steered right and tried to go straight but the kayak just kept going right. So yeah, in the end, we headed back to shore and stuffed all our kayaks there. The kayaks were f***ing heavy. We carried them to sea and back to shore. Hell, my fingers were frozen and cramped in pain. I really got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for gun placement. Then we went into a maze. It was pitch black in there. I put my hand in front of me and I still couldn't see it. We had a hard time moving through the first corridor, and I was trying to open my eyes only to find them already open - it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; dark in there! We got out anyway, and went back to fall in in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, we had the campfire. Our group's performance was ugly. Never prepare at all. Group name was Spongebob, so we thought about that. We perform in any way we could, then went back to our seats to watch the other performances. Some people fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 3rd June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and did some physical training. Then we had to slean up the camp. After the clean-up, we went to fall into the field. The instructors told us that we were the fastest in so many years to clean up the campsite. We wanted to go home that badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to get together without squadmates and talked. Then we walked all the way to the Sec 3 campsite and waited for the Sec 3s to get together. Soon, we were on the van to the jetty. We took the boat and bid the Granite Island goodbye. Then we said hello to Singapore. Went through a security check and hen bought some drinks for the shop nearby (the Ubin water nearly killed us. It tasted bad, but was good enough to drink at least). Then we took the bus back to school. Drank my orange juice on the way, and saw that Luqman had already fallen asleep on the bus. The orange juice was damn nice. Heaven. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there, we had a chat with Mr. VJ for awhile. He told us to write a reflection on the camp, then told us to enjoy the holidays. We went on our way back home. Luqman follow me to Mac and I bought a pack of fries for my little sis. Then he took bus to his cousin's house, and I took MRT. Went back home. Took a bath and ate some rice. Heaven again. Then went to lie down on my mattress and fell asleep. SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Thats it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case anyone comes to my blog, I'm already back. If people are still thinking that I'm on "vacation" or "in the forest in Germany", then I'll know that those people don't care about me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I care either, =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3205965741932735748?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3205965741932735748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3205965741932735748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3205965741932735748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3205965741932735748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/06/camps-over-thanks-for-memories-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1078201134024368481</id><published>2007-05-31T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:24:04.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Day Alive&lt;br /&gt;Hope will Soon Arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys. This is probably the last time I'll blog for a month or so. Reason? I'm going off tomorrow. No, I mean, I'm going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, thats right, out of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you guys know, (and if you even come to my blog, seeing I'm just a useless attention-seeking brat) I won't be able to contact you and vice versa from tomorrow. So there'll be completely no communique between you and me (like there ever was in the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going on vacation. I'm also not going on holiday. I'm not that rich to do that, and I prefer to stay at home. Lazy, if you would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm going out? Frankly, I don't know. I also don't know where I'll be going. But I won't be back for a week or so, and even after that I've got alot of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were never to return? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, Sakura: What would your last word to me be if I were to die tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;) I don't know. Chances are I won't. There's a pretty slim-spread chance that I will. There are still a few people who haven't responded to my question (or simply refused), but the completely and elaborate truth is going to come out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1078201134024368481?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1078201134024368481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1078201134024368481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1078201134024368481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1078201134024368481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-alive-hope-will-soon-arrive.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7534326424523874591</id><published>2007-05-30T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:54:15.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;User:Gigabytemon&lt;br /&gt;Password:DoesNotExist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 5 days since I've updated. Let me get you up to speed on what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my father and I went to see our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7534326424523874591?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7534326424523874591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7534326424523874591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7534326424523874591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7534326424523874591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/usergigabytemon-passworddoesnotexist.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5633476345536264151</id><published>2007-05-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:09:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm finally posting&lt;br /&gt;But UNSW just left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming summer... Resistance is futile... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(omfg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From UNSW! They are leaving back on Singapore for some reason, just after only 3 months of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah - What the heck. This is a blog, not a news cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week really was just a worse than usual week, for the last week of school. Normally we'd be crying on each others' shoulders, shaking hands at strong friendships, hugging each other and literally squeezing the air out of them and wondering how we'd get by the June holidays without each other. In this case, I just want to get to the holidays as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine, maybe I'm exaggerating a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we went to this old folks' home, Ju Eng, which was in Jalan Kayu (I came all the way from Russia just for this). We were to look around the facility, see what we could do to improve the area or entertain the residents in the home. We had a chat around with some of the old folks', and one of them mistook me for a Malay and started talking in the language to me. Another thought I was pure Indian and started jabbering about religion (I hate that). Though in some ways, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; good, since they have something to believe in. But, hey... don't jabber at me like that. You make me feel like I'm a religious zealot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on Tuesday and Wednesday we planned on what we'd be doing. The poor old folks' were in for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; hard time. Nah, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday we went to Ju Eng with a portable piano. Some of our class split to go perform, a few lazy ones went to play chess (there was only one opponent; about 11 people went). The rest of us (about 5) went to help out. Two helped peel potatoes, the other three started picking up leaves in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to see the performances. We... performed. That was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched our coach get pwned by the chess master in the home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. A different week through the eyes of a hard earned cynic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5633476345536264151?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5633476345536264151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5633476345536264151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5633476345536264151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5633476345536264151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-finally-posting-but-unsw-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-6673293442157501330</id><published>2007-05-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:30:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More about me&lt;br /&gt;Am I becoming egoistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pundit Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/pundit-blogger.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.&lt;br /&gt;Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Psychic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoupsychicquiz/psychic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty psychic.&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't Miss Cleo, you've got a little ESP going on.&lt;br /&gt;And although you're sometimes off on your predictions...&lt;br /&gt;You're more often right than wrong&lt;br /&gt;So go with your instincts - you know more than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoupsychicquiz/"&gt;Are You Psychic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#C0E3F3;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be An Aquarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDF0F9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/aquarius.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about you: philosophical and idealistic, you are a great thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you require a lot of space - it's hard to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: you're quirky and playful, but you hate to be smothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: likely to have many acquaintances and very few good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: pilot, snow boarder, or science fiction writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: unconventional, unique outfits that turn heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: anything with garlic or unique spices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is PG-13 Rated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.&lt;br /&gt;You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wha? Oh, c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, peaceful, and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who goes along to get along.&lt;br /&gt;And you're definitely afraid of rocking the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you fear your world falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;You'll put up with a situation that you don't like in fear of changing it.&lt;br /&gt;Disruptive and forceful people intimidate you - and sometimes exploit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What the hell? xD I'm easily exploited, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 4% Spoiled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/spoiled-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not spoiled. You've worked hard for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth and grounded, you don't need a lot to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/"&gt;Are You Spoiled?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Addicted to the Internet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtotheinternetquiz/internet-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it under check, and you're by no means a hermit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtotheinternetquiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to the Internet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your English Skills:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/english.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling: 100%&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary: 60%&lt;br /&gt;Grammar: 40%&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation: 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/"&gt;Does Your English Cut the Mustard?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vocabulary Score: B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/vocab.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a zealous love for the English language, and many find your vocabulary edifying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret that you didn't get every word right, your vocabulary can be easily ameliorated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/"&gt;How's Your Vocabulary?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End!&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-6673293442157501330?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6673293442157501330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=6673293442157501330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6673293442157501330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6673293442157501330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-about-me-am-i-becoming-egoistic.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3274999880374327720</id><published>2007-05-19T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:32:17.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your answers suggest you are a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strategist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;!-- set var for appropriate result content --&gt;                    &lt;!-- include appropriate result content --&gt;        &lt;p&gt;The four aspects that make up this personality type are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/images/mind/whatamilike/types/strategist.gif" alt="Spontaneous, Ideas, Heads and Introvert" border="0" height="100" width="424" /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Summary of Strategists&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet, easy-going and intellectually curious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use logical, objective thinking to find original solutions to problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think of themselves as bright, logical and individualistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May be impractical, forgetting practical issues, such as paying bills or doing the shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;More about Strategists&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Strategists are quiet people who like to get to the heart of tough problems on their own and come up with innovative solutions. They analyse situations with a sceptical eye and develop ways of measuring everything, including themselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(10, 59, 108); padding: 8px; background-color: rgb(153, 204, 255); width: 140px; float: right;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/furniture/speechmark_open.gif" alt="" border="0" height="12" width="17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategists are the group most likely to say they are unhappy in their job, according to a UK survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/furniture/speechmark_close.gif" alt="" align="right" border="0" height="12" width="17" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Strategists are generally easy-going. They are intellectually curious and enjoy abstract ideas. Sometimes they like thinking of a solution to a problem more than taking practical steps to solve it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In situations where they can't use their talents, are unappreciated, or not taken seriously, Strategists may become negatively critical or sarcastic. Under extreme stress, Strategists could be prone to inappropriate, tearful or angry outbursts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Strategists may be insensitive to the emotional needs of others or how their behaviour impacts the people around them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Strategist Careers&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Strategists are often drawn to technical or scientific careers, where specialist knowledge is required. They also seem to enjoy jobs that involve long-term planning, abstract thinking or design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so I'm a strategist. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3274999880374327720?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3274999880374327720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3274999880374327720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3274999880374327720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3274999880374327720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-me-your-answers-suggest-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1492951851198981938</id><published>2007-05-19T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:21:25.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The repercussion is over&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; war has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Fort Nigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, you don't know that place... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got our results back the very next week our exams ended. We were blasted to bits, but some of us got grades most others would die to get (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even though those 'some' think their grades are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). So, yeah. Many of us did borderline, our class got highest average and scorer in Geography (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this from someone who actually hates Geography&lt;/span&gt;) and many people failed English. I thought it was easy... never mind. I'm just an ubernerd who posts somewhere only 'emo' and 'elite' people post at... oh, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elite. The word I hate the most in my vocabulary. It seems that anyone who's 'elite' just doesn't seem to care about other people except those in their own circles. True, I don't care about people other than my family and friends, but please -- classmates and friends who've gone to other (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;) schools?? Get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. My most favorite word. The mere essence of life is required for our existence. The mere presence of life gives us all the life we need to live. But when life is snuffed out like a candle in darkness, all the light in the world is gone. Atleast, for the person who got his life snuffed out (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be it natural or purposeful ie. foolishness&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, I'm actually listening to music when I'm posting. I'm becoming a totally different person. &gt;_&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one excuse: cheem words, whatever that means&lt;/span&gt;). Thats all I can actually write about know. The world can see my blog but none of it wants to, so I don't see any point in actually doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to an old folk's home next week. Craps, I'm gonna' play real-life CS and HaloWars with them. I'd either own some oldies or I'd be owned by WWII veterans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In World War 2, the Nazis were being led by a megalomaniac domination fanatic called Adolf Hitler. He took the Japanese code of honor under him when he committed suicide when his country were suffering and he was almost captured. He made a big mistake when he tried to invade Soviet Russia, but Stalin hit back with an iron fist. It was when he committed suicide that he really made Germany suffer in distress. Much of the Nazis followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he'd been alive, he'd have realized that the Germans were hardy people. They'd fight for their country if only they had anything to fight for. Since their leader was gone, everything they did seemed obsolete. They gave up easily. If he'd been alive, they could have atleast saved something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the world sees the Nazis as arrogant, corrupted people bent on world domination (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be frank, they pretty much are: Arshad&lt;/span&gt;), but a small minority of people still think Germany is a Nazi country, still clutching to it's plans for world domination - which don't exist anymore, by the way. But Germany is different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance by the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance by the world. And everyone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other war has just begun. It's just started the light, fired the bullet and already blasted a missile at us. The war most students would regret not preparing for. The war where most people will fall like crumbling stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the End of Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post by Arshad.&lt;br /&gt;Edited Parts (those in brackets) by Matt - unless (:Arshad) is stated.&lt;br /&gt;No really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1492951851198981938?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1492951851198981938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1492951851198981938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1492951851198981938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1492951851198981938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/repercussion-is-over-but-other-war-has.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4441411703392868853</id><published>2007-05-12T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:30.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am finally&lt;br /&gt;MapleStory's TOP DOG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or Spearman, whatever you want. But check this out. After years of relentless training and rage to level, I have finally made it a clear 100 levels overs the previous top character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RkWHbGdwExI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9HLK8rJjnK0/s1600-h/i+am+topdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RkWHbGdwExI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9HLK8rJjnK0/s320/i+am+topdog.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063602255709606674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAH HA HA HA HA HA! Try to beat me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and someone from my class got banned. Look at what I found in the game master edit page. (I had to get rid of the web address so I deleted it before I took the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RkWPdWdwEyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xaP--jtvnxQ/s1600-h/why+alvon+was+banned.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RkWPdWdwEyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xaP--jtvnxQ/s320/why+alvon+was+banned.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063611090457334562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4441411703392868853?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4441411703392868853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4441411703392868853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4441411703392868853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4441411703392868853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-finally-maplestorys-top-dog-or.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RkWHbGdwExI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9HLK8rJjnK0/s72-c/i+am+topdog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2290953712430570800</id><published>2007-05-10T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:49:28.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timeline of War&lt;br /&gt;Utopian Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn is over. The assailants have seen us take our moves, earn our lands and re-plan our positions. Now it's their turn. As we await their moves, behind closed doors. How cunningly they move, we don't know. Because before we even made our moves, they had already showed us their own. They showed us their plans, their techniques, tricks, skills, traps. And we were told to make our moves with the utmost caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was up to us to make moves against the ones we've already seen. It was up to us to learn the techniques and squash the tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some of us just don't learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us will make the wrong move. Some of us will make those wrong moves even though we know its wrong. Some of us will follow blindly into the traps. The tactics that made us go this way. Those tactics are our own folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assailants tried their best to ready us. They sent us warning after warning. Even a small guerrilla siege two months ago. Then they let us rebuild our civilizations. Rebuild our economies, recreate our wonders. Rethink our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they sent to us, wave after wave, bullets of fire. Small scale guerrilla tactics and missions, hit-and-run strikes. Destroyed our slow-moving powerhouses, disabled our turrets. Completely ruined our defenses, wrecked our military. Then they waited for us to make our moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One night, yeah, one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared our own tactics. One by one, we set out to repay the assailants. We started out with hit-and-run tactics. Then we went to guerrilla missions. Then we started full-scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were firing blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it just depends on what we fired and how we fired it. The war is over, but the post-war depression has just begun. Now we wait to see how out civilizations will fight it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results of our blind fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the Mid Year Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2290953712430570800?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2290953712430570800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2290953712430570800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2290953712430570800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2290953712430570800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/timeline-of-war-utopian-destruction-our.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7833829386933980605</id><published>2007-05-01T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:43:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forestgereiuk&lt;br /&gt;Der Emergencyeo Encelopedis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I grappled at the wheel in front, trying to get a view at where we were going. The course was being maintained, but we had no idea at which direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grab the lever! Move!!" Matt shouted behind me, probably already losing the cartons. I wanted to turn back and look, but my instinct told me otherwise. It's interesting when your instinct can get the better of your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the lever, he said. In not even a quarter  of a second, my brain registered the shape of the lever, processed the feeble bleak crowbar-like thing projecting from the floor, turned on mechanical response and waited for input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came. My arm shot out and grabbed the hard mahogany handle of the lever. I pulled myself across the floor towards the reader, trying desperately to see where the hell north was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something hard smashed onto my left arm, and I let out a yelp. I didn't let go though, even though I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself up again. The pain in my arm seared up my shoulder, crippling my neck and nearly blinding me. I grabbed the dome shaped reader and turned to find Matt. He was helplessly flailing at the bolts, trying to keep the portholes closed. If any of them opened, the air would be sucked out of the tiny opening and so would we. Painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hesitate. I pulled myself towards whatever I was holding, and banged my head onto the reader - I had forgotten I was already holding it - and I looked right into the transparent plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dome swiveled and my head started spinning. Suddenly, when I looked at the arrow, the term anti-gravity made sense to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When in anti-gravity, any position of movement will be directly impulsed and amplified, reversing the direction of movement of the object&lt;/span&gt;. Complete sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrow was bolting upward. We were in free-fall in an anti-gravity cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seemingly secure rubber wheel on the wall came loose and clunked my head, and this time I was too stunned to hold on. My fingers lost grip of the rough dome as if it were rubber, and I started floating. The rebound of the rubber pushed some speed into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a horrifying scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bolts securing the porthole came loose and struck Matt in the eye. The covering shook and the rest of the bolts came free. The blood spurted up to my shirt and some of the bolts cut through my skin like bullets. For a moment I wasn't sure if I was alive of dead, but whatever the sensation was, the worst was yet to come. A bloodstained bolt ricocheted off the wall and hit another porthole. The chain effect was like a nuclear reaction. The bolt from the second porthole loosened and shot up to the one on my right, freeing the bolts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the portholes were open, and the air was being sucked out like a vacuum. I saw Matt disappear through one, and I felt myself being sucked out too. Suddenly the pain in my arm didn't seem so bad. The mere force pulling my out in every direction was like I was being chained to a stretching machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, but the the air was pulled out of my lungs the moment I opened my mouth. Crap, now I was in desperate need of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was stuck in this crazy vacuum. How the hell do I get out!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to lose my sight. I turned to look at the bleeding part of my leg. The bolt went clean through, and now... Now the blood was flowing fast out of the window. Some of it split and went into the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing blood fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that the to porthole was drawing most of the blood off. I pulled my limbs together and tried to grab the wires swimming out of their sockets. By the time I had managed to anchor myself to the porthole below the top one, I was almost dead. The force was extremely powerful;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my skin almost begin to peel. I had to push myself out, one way or another. It was the only choice I had if I wanted to survive, albeit with only a few drops of blood left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled. The reaction was incredible. The wire came loose and lashed my back. I instinctively yelped and let go, and my legs were pulled out of the hole. Another stray wire charged me up with electricity, and I completely lost control of myself. My eyesight was gone, my body felt numb, the pain vanished and my mind was blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jolt on my spine bolted me up. The debris of the ship was a few feet away from me. It was burning. My mind was still crippled. I thought I was in heaven. Or hell, considering the ship came along too. But what really shocked me was what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In heaven, I read, people don't sleep. They don't face death, they don't need to eat to live. They were immortal. That meant no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was feeling pain. Immense pain. Complete pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely alive. The anti-gravity cabin had suspended my body just short enough to settle for a short fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the problem was how to get out of these strange ruins I was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ruins of Yurieal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Chapter 8 'The Union of Darkbringers' of AMANZIAIKA:Ethereal Brotherhood II by Mohd Arshad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15 minutes. Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7833829386933980605?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7833829386933980605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7833829386933980605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7833829386933980605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7833829386933980605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/05/forestgereiuk-der-emergencyeo.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5022597638745831897</id><published>2007-04-23T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:38:51.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A really quick post&lt;br /&gt;I don't want cryptic punchlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what would I blog about for these few boring weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last blogged (I think, I lost my memory). And people around me blog a lot more, so I figured I wouldn't be doing myself justice by just sitting here and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis is in a weapons frenzy - he's been talking about weapons all day. We went to the library to search out MG series as well as bolt-action rifles, but some of the filters blocked us off the websites (i.e. the legendary WIKIPEDIA!) by using the pathetic BlueCoat filter and trying us with a pitiful reason: Weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's not like we're planning to rob the school right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob the school...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, soon I went back to class in a half-hearted thought of getting my bag to the library. I saw XM in there, so stood around for awhile and told him that Genesis was in the library browsing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tools&lt;/span&gt; on the web. XM screamed YEAH!! and was off to the library faster than I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, the happenings of today. We saw a pistol (yes, pistol) almost 3 times as tall as Genesis, and Kyle paid a visit to the class blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez, my life is sooooo miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5022597638745831897?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5022597638745831897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5022597638745831897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5022597638745831897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5022597638745831897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/really-quick-post-i-dont-want-cryptic.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7519811290474629950</id><published>2007-04-16T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:58:03.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Height?&lt;br /&gt;1.70 cm&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm that short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;Depends - what type are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;In Wolf, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br /&gt;What's a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Not unless a dog is panting up my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bells - Crazy Frog.&lt;br /&gt;What!? oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;VERY hot Milo. Its cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;I 'push' my work 'up' onto my teachers' faces everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bathroom clean?&lt;br /&gt;Uuuh... wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewlery?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... that emerald ring England's Queen wears sounds kind of interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear missiles, state of the art ballistic weapons, Soyuz rockets, space shuttles, Ion Discharge Cannons, Defense Turrets, Naval Anti-biological weaponry, Nazi spy networks, Underground Russian Fed systems, Fusion Energy dispatch units, land rovers, military Special Ops circles, Air strike units, artillery dispatch squads, military 'Sasquatch' Turret fliers, flak weaponry, plasma cannons, Super Soldiers and ... ouh, sorry, its too secret to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;I know how to M.U.L.T.I.P.L.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name?&lt;br /&gt;Lawliet. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm L!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- School. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you have bought?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, ballistic missiles and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;H2O, Water and something that has two hydrogen atoms bonded to an oxygen atom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;Is that a plural worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;Tests. Tell me a freak who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;Pull the door open and shove it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;Right now I want to go to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I pwn slippers as well as shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A T-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;*Koff* Burn or tan...? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;Black, White, Green, Blue, Orange, Red, Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;Captain maybe. I'd lead the Idiots of the Sevn Sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A song I wrote entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O, Towel, Where Art Thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;br /&gt;Fabric, ants and a molten chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I amuse myself. No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I preferred the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt; more than the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Head got chopped off by executors in 1784.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do u wish on shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;Considering there were any in the Singaporean sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;De...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Digital Fortress&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cool, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that doesn't taste like Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greenday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;Hunting ghosts (which I never found).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Hope today's a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Names You Go By: Arshad, Lucas, Peacekeepers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Parts of Your Heritage: Indian, Muslim, Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of Your Everyday Essentials: Oxygen, Carbon, a chemical H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You're Wearing Now: Shirt, Pants, Underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of Your Favourite Bands or Musical Artists at the moment: Beethoven, Holiday, Tackey and Tsubasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Want In A Relationship (other than love): Trust, passion, compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Truths and A Lie: This statement is false. The statement before this statement is false. The statement before this statement is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Physical Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You: Hair, Eyes and Hair. Did I mention eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of Your Favourite Hobbies: Sleeping, Blogging, drumming (the table, of course. I'm not rich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Foods You Cannot Do Without: The foods that appeal to me. And the Republic of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tastebuddens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Want Really Badly Right Now: Laptop, Camera and that cool new space satellite with built-in fissure laser cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Places You Want To Go To On In The Holidays: Hawaii, Singapore, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die: Live, Breathe and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People I Would Like To See Take This Quiz: I don't think anyone even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comes&lt;/span&gt; here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7519811290474629950?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7519811290474629950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7519811290474629950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7519811290474629950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7519811290474629950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-9154191768316127147</id><published>2007-04-14T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:04:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy&lt;br /&gt;With Dee And Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cripplingly busy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Joe: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up to my ears at work&lt;/span&gt; is a figure of speech denoting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having a lot of work.&lt;/span&gt; Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having work in my ears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah... tenacity aside, lets see what there is to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After 2 hours and 48 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much nothing, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing Design and Technology right now. Have to hurry up the workload so that I can finish it by Monday and hand the piece up by Tuesday for the final check and correction. I can't spare a dangerous mistake - it might make my results fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't want to be stuck with a bunch from Sec 1 repeating Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't think of any ideas for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cultural Effects&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mechanisms/Joints&lt;/span&gt;. I'm totally blown at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Billy Joel "rawkz" you ask? Take a look at my playlist (most of the songs there are dead so just look at the first 3...). Play Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire", then go and find the song on YouTube. Watch the video by worldskye, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worldskye. It's one of the best cut-out  music videos I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melamine -&gt; Thermosetting Plastic&lt;br /&gt;Properties: Stiff, Hard, Strong, Resistant to heat, durable, Doesn't scratch of stain easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...!? Sorry, wrong place. Ha ha...? Crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... Ways to stick a piece of Melamine to another piece of Melamine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Just stick it.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: See Step 1.&lt;br /&gt;Subsequent Steps: See Step 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!? o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-9154191768316127147?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/9154191768316127147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=9154191768316127147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/9154191768316127147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/9154191768316127147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-with-dee-and-tee-cripplingly-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7761378526952437027</id><published>2007-04-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's useless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found a message left for me written by some skilled old bloke who copied my handwriting. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXfHgIHI/AAAAAAAAADc/KRD0OwTFesA/s1600-h/Code+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXfHgIHI/AAAAAAAAADc/KRD0OwTFesA/s320/Code+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051775846539337842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I started to work on the code. The first few letters were easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXfHgIII/AAAAAAAAADk/q07PEzK2_8I/s1600-h/Stp+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXfHgIII/AAAAAAAAADk/q07PEzK2_8I/s320/Stp+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051775846539337858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next part of the first line. There were some digits I couldn't understand, so here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXvHgIJI/AAAAAAAAADs/jNGZlj2Th1M/s1600-h/Stp+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXvHgIJI/AAAAAAAAADs/jNGZlj2Th1M/s320/Stp+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051775850834305170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, the one that I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXvHgIKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j-aHh2xiBig/s1600-h/Stp+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXvHgIKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j-aHh2xiBig/s320/Stp+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051775850834305186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDX_HgILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_OTV0W-83lY/s1600-h/Stp+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDX_HgILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_OTV0W-83lY/s320/Stp+4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051775855129272498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEfHgIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/24U18Avzze4/s1600-h/Stp+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEfHgIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/24U18Avzze4/s320/Stp+5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051776619633451202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a null. So we'll leave it at that... Your browser probably won't be able to take it anyway. The memory. Now lets get to the two sets of ones and zeros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEfHgINI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s8QoHvFW2xU/s1600-h/Stp+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEfHgINI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s8QoHvFW2xU/s320/Stp+6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051776619633451218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Binary is rather quite simple to crack. You just have to find the letter it means. Its a matter of luck anyway, so when I did the numbers, it turned out 11100 = U, and 11001 = R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEfHgIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9M11xNtuhF8/s1600-h/Stp+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEfHgIOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9M11xNtuhF8/s320/Stp+7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051776619633451234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! So that gives us a really vital clue to solve the other set. this binary is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5-digit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEvHgIPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Jg2ZWE8NknI/s1600-h/Stp+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEvHgIPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Jg2ZWE8NknI/s320/Stp+8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051776623928418546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran through the numbers on my own list, and wrote down every letter it corresponded to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEvHgIQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fw8iIYu5J1Q/s1600-h/Stp+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuEEvHgIQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fw8iIYu5J1Q/s320/Stp+9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051776623928418562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFGvHgIRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YwZlb8L2vfg/s1600-h/Stp+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFGvHgIRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YwZlb8L2vfg/s320/Stp+10.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051777757799784722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFGvHgISI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NQPp2h190RU/s1600-h/Stp+11+%28wtf+vr%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFGvHgISI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NQPp2h190RU/s320/Stp+11+%28wtf+vr%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051777757799784738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, WTF is BEN WATCH!? Hmm... Anyway, lets see what else we've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFGvHgITI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xNHWS5vqc20/s1600-h/Stp+12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFGvHgITI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xNHWS5vqc20/s320/Stp+12.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051777757799784754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? whats "IFF"? Maybe its another null... so we have left this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFG_HgIUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YcI056U82aI/s1600-h/Stp+Last.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuFG_HgIUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YcI056U82aI/s320/Stp+Last.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051777762094752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Hell, what does it mean?? I have completely no idea. Maybe you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuF-fHgIVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5liiYl9EJtA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuF-fHgIVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5liiYl9EJtA/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051778715577491794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... nice ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7761378526952437027?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7761378526952437027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7761378526952437027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7761378526952437027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7761378526952437027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-something-its-useless-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhuDXfHgIHI/AAAAAAAAADc/KRD0OwTFesA/s72-c/Code+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2945635564674756243</id><published>2007-04-10T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:34.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;Codec 3 - READ:LOGIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, it's not actually logical to encrypt text in such a way - you have to know what to encrypt it to. Its only logical when you actually start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; the text and writing out every word you read - except the squares, cubes, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a basic code. Indulge, and don't let your brain fry (coz' its too easy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Rht0KfHgIGI/AAAAAAAAADU/uY47t2RF6vM/s1600-h/Code+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Rht0KfHgIGI/AAAAAAAAADU/uY47t2RF6vM/s320/Code+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051759130526621794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real paper&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks, Matt, for giving me the idea. It's bloody easy. Tell me what you see on the tag board. First one gets $10,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2945635564674756243?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2945635564674756243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2945635564674756243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2945635564674756243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2945635564674756243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/beginning-codec-3-readlogic-no-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Rht0KfHgIGI/AAAAAAAAADU/uY47t2RF6vM/s72-c/Code+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-6143255660671920121</id><published>2007-04-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:34.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heil Hetler&lt;br /&gt;Blasted fawks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna' post a few pics today. All not real, all related, all made by me. Here - enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOW4E2FsjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n-bkM35NnQg/s1600-h/BG+vr+RB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOW4E2FsjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n-bkM35NnQg/s320/BG+vr+RB.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049545497329906226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of trouble assembling the picture. But it came out just fine. It shows (from right, clockwise) red-eyed guy holding a Dragon Faltizan, black-eyed fella' holding a Zedbug, a green-eyed girl holding an Eclipse and a blue-eyed girl holding a Fairfrozen. They're all wearing nonsensical armor completely unrelated to the weapons they hold (or vice versa), but it meant to give that effect that this is WAR, and whenever WAR comes, EVERYTHING ELSE appears too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOmmU2FskI/AAAAAAAAADE/pN3cVa9q-QY/s1600-h/crimson+bal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOmmU2FskI/AAAAAAAAADE/pN3cVa9q-QY/s320/crimson+bal.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049562784573272642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the pic where a bunch is trying to kill a Crimson (believe it or not, the one holding the Omega is me). Had alot of difficulty putting the sindit together, plus the guy with the Dragon Chelbird was hard to eminiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOnOE2FslI/AAAAAAAAADM/I0efPuP-XYU/s1600-h/hellslayers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOnOE2FslI/AAAAAAAAADM/I0efPuP-XYU/s320/hellslayers.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049563467473072722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLSLAYERS - the Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Smell ya'll later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-6143255660671920121?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6143255660671920121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=6143255660671920121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6143255660671920121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6143255660671920121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/heil-hetler-blasted-fawks.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RhOW4E2FsjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n-bkM35NnQg/s72-c/BG+vr+RB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2181760627352460282</id><published>2007-04-01T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:56:57.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sianz"&lt;br /&gt;Is that a word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiopsychological Sciences - (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;) 1 Denoting the study of intercommunication and redefinition of how the body works with the mind. 2 The study of the mind's link to the body. 3 Study of the definition of the Psychological and Physiological branch of science concerning the elements in play between the said living being's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;. 4 Pure crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion Tectonics - (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;) 1 The science of ionic constructions or manipulations of ionic structures already existing or in construction or in process of beginning construction. 2 Construction of structures based purely on ions. 3 Complete crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Space Dynamics - (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;) 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usu&lt;/span&gt; denotes the inner-workings of time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, if possible to travel back into time, can't one change the past? It is because of the second rule of Time Dynamics; The internal system cortex of time is controlled by such a demon or angel called fate&lt;/span&gt;". 2 Denotes the complex system of space structure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within space itself is anti-matter, matter that destroys matter while destroying itself as explained in Maxwell's Law of Interdynometrics"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SEE ALSO 'MAXWELL, INTERDYNOMERTICS (METRICAL ANALYSIS, INTER DYNAMICS)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Also denotes the intricate system of the chaos theory. 3 Total crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arshad - (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;) 1 Creator of trash. 2 Creator of the above 3 definitions. 3 The only person who disagrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2181760627352460282?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2181760627352460282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2181760627352460282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2181760627352460282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2181760627352460282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/04/sianz-is-that-word-physiopsychological.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7272471050967491243</id><published>2007-03-23T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:59:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Run Run Run&lt;br /&gt;Grip! Throw!&lt;br /&gt;WRONG LANE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooh! Ran like hell today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a jogathon today, and in case it's not in your dictionary, its 'jog' + '-athon'. There was a competition called the Road Relay (Mass Relay if you like), which covered a distance of 1km around the school field and D&amp;T compound. We had to send a minimum of 2 teams of 24 runners (12 each), in which there are 6 of each boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class, out of 40, had only 13 boys. One completely opted out because of a shattered knee (oh, please! Trevor had a shattered knee too... and his was more serious), so the rest of us just had to run in the relay. I was selected to be the second last male runner, which made my 10th position in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baton came and I ran. The field was easy to scale - just a few leaps off the border and a dash towards the shelter. It was outside that really gave me the problems. One thing, the idiots outside kept kicking bottles into the path. And I was hoping that outside would be quiet enough for me to concentrate, only to realize the CCA Counsellors were only cheering on people who they knew -- and what more, only those from their own classes. Now where in bloody hell is the fairness in that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually started walking near the gate. Once I got back in, I gave it all I had (or, all that I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;) and pushed myself, maybe a little too much, because I went right by my lane and went into another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's drills got the best of me -- my tibia felt like it was cracked today, especially near the knee. The running left me out of breath and energy, but I could still stand up and walk around for a bottle of water (which everyone had wasted throwing all over the place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually found one, and the water was gone within a minute. Drained. Once it went down, I managed to grope around and found some of my friends lying about. Someone had fallen unconscious and was being taken to the tent on a stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lucky me. At least I got bronze, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7272471050967491243?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7272471050967491243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7272471050967491243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7272471050967491243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7272471050967491243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/run-run-run-grip-throw-wrong-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5944199288318722171</id><published>2007-03-16T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have more than 100 contact&lt;br /&gt;must mean I'm a centurian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really. People just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe me, but hell. I can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an edited picture (I know you say I'm addicted to editing, but I seriously didn't edit this one! I don't edit me evidence when I'm serious with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RfpY2EHh25I/AAAAAAAAACw/y8sPOoTZLko/s1600-h/mein+msn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RfpY2EHh25I/AAAAAAAAACw/y8sPOoTZLko/s320/mein+msn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042440418636192658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had that 'Pikachu Group' since I was a kid... about 10 years old. Never got around to deleting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Going to go check my e-mail and reply to everything. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5944199288318722171?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5944199288318722171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5944199288318722171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5944199288318722171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5944199288318722171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-more-than-100-contact-must-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RfpY2EHh25I/AAAAAAAAACw/y8sPOoTZLko/s72-c/mein+msn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1388788782281427503</id><published>2007-03-15T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:34:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good afternoon. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason there isn't a punchline is because I'm posting from Wei Jie's sister's laptop. Really kewl, I want to steal it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm under (full) scrutiny from Zul right now. We're trying to do a project for Music, and hell we're doing a hell of a job... The first move hasn't been carried out - we've only planned so far. I'll add more later at home... getting uncomfortable here. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1388788782281427503?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1388788782281427503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1388788782281427503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1388788782281427503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1388788782281427503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8364318593145312689</id><published>2007-03-10T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:36:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screwed&lt;br /&gt;For good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about... except I got my report card back. I'm a literary failure. No, really.  It's been a while since I touched 'Caesar'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here, finally! But it's not gonna' be a real holiday... I'm wishing History lessons will come quicker - Geography is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; KILLING ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or, maybe, if I were to type it out like others would, "geog lame xtra lurhh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's English is killing me when I go to other blogs. Especially Singaporean (yes! I'm a 'singapolean' too...) blogs. Okay, right, fine, I don't go racking other blogs, just the links on the left. Its unnerving to read their posts (except a select few who know at least how to use a comma and a full-stop). "then i go parade square", "i hate that teacher lurhhs??", "then he said 'u ah.. talk and talk and talk' then i go back class", "friday results were ugliest damm hope to get a1 4 mt but nvr haizz...", and my favorite, the "super sian". Those were just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys seriously gotta' start working on your English. (I know, I'm starting to get irritating, annoying, stupid, crappy, naggy, idiotic, noobish, insulting, jerkish and 'zomgwah'ish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; blog, I have the right to put &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything I want&lt;/span&gt;. I can voice out my own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt;, and I can decide what I think is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only one person can stop me, and that person is definitely not you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; blog, read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; post, and what, decide what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my personality is&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really think I'm being childish and insolent, then you really deserve someone in your tagboard to say "what sort of crappy English are you typing!?" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;||wow, i actually have something to talk about!||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not only annoyingly bad, but its total rubbish as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\/\/|-|/-\7 7|-|3 |-|3c|&lt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate some people, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8364318593145312689?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8364318593145312689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8364318593145312689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8364318593145312689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8364318593145312689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/screwed-for-good-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8662382958061080380</id><published>2007-03-08T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:35.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_I79pxzBI/AAAAAAAAACo/xRlHc4MqDUA/s1600-h/General.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_I79pxzBI/AAAAAAAAACo/xRlHc4MqDUA/s320/General.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039467440538504210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;pearman&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MK&lt;/span&gt;] -=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;*A*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;=-&lt;br /&gt;-=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;*A*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;=-&lt;br /&gt;Hellslayers Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second Grand General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol, pl0x!! its just for fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie.&lt;br /&gt;I found old ones I made long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! I've found a few old pictures that I made ages ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_EFNpxy-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_LRDRWuFk4w/s1600-h/HellSlayer+%28Capricorn%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_EFNpxy-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_LRDRWuFk4w/s320/HellSlayer+%28Capricorn%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039462101894155234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original Hellslayers Faction Capricorn's emblem. Also a weapon widely used by spearmen in that faction. It is both a Spear and well as a PoleArm. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_Fmdpxy_I/AAAAAAAAACY/ZI7hROj5JYg/s1600-h/Arsh+%28Teal+Gefreighter%29-jpeg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_Fmdpxy_I/AAAAAAAAACY/ZI7hROj5JYg/s320/Arsh+%28Teal+Gefreighter%29-jpeg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039463772636433394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the picture on the right is me as a Gefreighter. No, I'm not that pale, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_IDNpxzAI/AAAAAAAAACg/ddGon9Msi9s/s1600-h/DoubleCrossings_jpeg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_IDNpxzAI/AAAAAAAAACg/ddGon9Msi9s/s320/DoubleCrossings_jpeg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039466465580928002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oooh... this one is one of my favourites! I made this for the 6th Job advancement - Dragoon Class. But nothing compared to what the Hellslayers classes can do. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I found... Looking for more. =P And STILL trying to complete bowman and thief emblems!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8662382958061080380?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8662382958061080380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8662382958061080380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8662382958061080380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8662382958061080380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/lookie.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/Re_I79pxzBI/AAAAAAAAACo/xRlHc4MqDUA/s72-c/General.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7308160858986184221</id><published>2007-03-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:32:06.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing after another...&lt;br /&gt;It all makes sense now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was one heck of a day. Our literature teacher left the classroom crying because we wanted Miss. Soh to come back and teach us. The class was celebrating wildly, and I have to admit, it felt like a silent victory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very silent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You DO know, Arsh, that it wasn't Miss Soh who made Literature class so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was another teacher other than Miss Soh who taught you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was because of her that you got such a liking for Literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats all gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me, being the other side of you, I know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What does that teacher have to do with this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one's teaching style is symbolic of the way she taught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What - Miss Soh told Ms Jessica on.... whatever her name's teaching style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently, her style worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was her name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're avoiding the true purpose, Arsh. Think deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just trying to say Ms Soh told Ms Jessica of a solution that works. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something more than that. Listen, Arsh. The thing you have to pay attention to here is what she (Jessica) is trying to imply. There is completely no point in thinking of what you just said. You saw how surprised she looked when you said you wanted Ms Soh back. The class broke her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought slowly dawned into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get the full picture now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. I did get the full picture. Ms Jessica was not following her own teaching style; the way she was most comfortable with, just so that we could learn better and find Literature easier. She suffered and carried a load she wasn't supposed to carry, to cope to the situation better (which explains the broken arm), but what did we do? She messed with her and she stormed out of the class with tears flowing from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We messed with her for making it harder for herself and inversely easy for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Hasif. Without you, the class would have had a whacking that afternoon. I guess it was true, then. You are the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange, you should think that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice. He has set an example, we should follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like what, Maran not doing this work? I see you follow that example closely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I have my morales, you moron. I stick to my principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what exactly are your said morales and principles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well? I'm waiting to hear them. I pretty sure the others would to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, trust me. Being part of you, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7308160858986184221?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7308160858986184221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7308160858986184221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7308160858986184221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7308160858986184221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-thing-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7166384616859890778</id><published>2007-03-04T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HellSlayers Crests&lt;br /&gt;Two So Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo. I've pieced a few stuffs from Maple into crests. PLEASE rate them in the tagboard! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RepqLIdpP6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-tPbI8tVprA/s1600-h/Warriors+HellSlayer+Crest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RepqLIdpP6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-tPbI8tVprA/s320/Warriors+HellSlayer+Crest.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037955872650248098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Warriors' Crest. A hybrid excavator, two lionmites, Devil's Sunrise, Doombringer and Aquila shields along with polearms that I don't know about. My clan. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/ReprB4dpP7I/AAAAAAAAACA/YYKct45ku_8/s1600-h/Magicians+HellSlayer+Crest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/ReprB4dpP7I/AAAAAAAAACA/YYKct45ku_8/s320/Magicians+HellSlayer+Crest.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037956813248085938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the Magicians' Crest. Hall Staff, Maple selections, Fire Mage skills and Ice + Clerical power. Super uber 1337, but nothing compared to the Warriors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I'm making one for Thief and Bowman. Don't worry, coming right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7166384616859890778?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7166384616859890778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7166384616859890778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7166384616859890778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7166384616859890778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellslayers-crests-two-so-far-hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RepqLIdpP6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-tPbI8tVprA/s72-c/Warriors+HellSlayer+Crest.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5319998058316615503</id><published>2007-03-03T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:00:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouwh, crap!&lt;br /&gt;I missed it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more and more competition everyday... Kevin and Rachel were threatening Math last year, but they fell short this year. This year, its Luqman. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luqman scored a whopping 96% for his math test. A couple of scorns went his way, but mostly congratulatory. He's my next biggest threat, right after Xiao Ming and Gek Hui. But Xiao Ming and I are allies in this -- we help out each other like anyone would for someone who could give you a few extra bucks anytime you need it. So I guess I could scrape him off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science isn't so bad, I don't think I'm falling short of what I expect of myself. So far, no threats there except Gek Hui (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting a losing battle in HMT... But theres always a point in trying. You never know, someone might just miss the shot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English isn't so bad either, my only worry is Hafizah. But I'm not taking up Literature in future, so I won't need it that much. A pass in English would give me access in every direction, regardless of position. I just have to work the 'pass' up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as art yet. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.... Not bad either. I can still get a pass, but the rap group that performed during TDD came together again, so the rest of the groups know they don't stand a chance. After all, the rap group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; win an award for performing in public, and got a highest degree for school prize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature. Again, Hafizah is the arch nemesis of the class. No la, just kidding. She's not my nemesis - I take a heck care for Lit. Why not it be one semester Literature, second semester....... something... else? ||impressionism rulezz||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography... In my opinion, the subject is awesome, cool, and deserves to be framed up and placed on the wall of eternal fame and power. Also, in my opinion, crap is better than the teacher. Calling her crap would be degrading and tarnishing crap's name of being the most used word for describing pain-in-the-rears. Geog teacher is worse than a "pain-in-the-rear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fail geography and am unable to get a place in it next year, the teacher will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, she called my home even when she knew I was at school, and she called my handphone even when she knew I was having CCA. Also, she wanted me to get something from class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even when she knew the classes would be locked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap her up, she doesn't deserve to teach us.&lt;/span&gt; Or, maybe, some of us. Mrs. Chan was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe I should leave it as that. I don't want to get vulgar. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;||impressionism rawkzz to da core||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5319998058316615503?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5319998058316615503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5319998058316615503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5319998058316615503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5319998058316615503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/03/ouwh-crap-i-missed-it-getting-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2143538985841337393</id><published>2007-02-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:10:41.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored out of my wits&lt;br /&gt;What a witty piece of sarcasm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;Math is getting easier.&lt;br /&gt;I've scored a whopping 90% for Science.&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher says I attained a B4, but I could have easily swapped an A1.&lt;br /&gt;My D&amp;T (yes, that pestering person who called my dad up) says I've scored an A.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Geography... I utterly detest it.&lt;br /&gt;Literature -- I wanted to become a pro at it, but looking at what my teacher does, I don't want to be like that. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell ya' later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2143538985841337393?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2143538985841337393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2143538985841337393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2143538985841337393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2143538985841337393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/02/bored-out-of-my-wits-what-witty-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8581034637621881067</id><published>2007-02-27T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:36.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing to post&lt;br /&gt;So I will post this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePnJmAn3gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Sx3YXpIRDBg/s1600-h/Halo+Soundtrack.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePnJmAn3gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Sx3YXpIRDBg/s320/Halo+Soundtrack.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036122960338345474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this near my school on the grass one day. Pity there wasn't anything inside (except an ant or two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I wasn't expecting to find anything in it anyway. Now who in the right state of mind would throw away a piece of utter genius!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense fraggers; Counter Strike rocks too. (I think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, heres a picture of my colony right before a crash war with America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePn0GAn3hI/AAAAAAAAABE/nZaGstMa_Ck/s1600-h/AoE+map1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePn0GAn3hI/AAAAAAAAABE/nZaGstMa_Ck/s320/AoE+map1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036123690482785810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say woah. I command you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I positioned this somewhere in the middle of France, and made a replica of the city in Germany before turning towards South East Asia. But America just had to butt in and burn the place to smithereens. It had no defenses for heaven's sakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, anyway. At least no one attained World Domination in the end. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePpAWAn3iI/AAAAAAAAABM/_5Ds1es01NE/s1600-h/Beseona+Cannon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePpAWAn3iI/AAAAAAAAABM/_5Ds1es01NE/s320/Beseona+Cannon.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036125000447811106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rebutted the colony with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mega Ion Cannon, i.e. Ion Center, Besona. I accidentally blew a hole in Germany, but I didn't care. I shot hell anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had to face this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePp-WAn3kI/AAAAAAAAABc/1kT-vLAuc2g/s1600-h/Zakum_full.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePp-WAn3kI/AAAAAAAAABc/1kT-vLAuc2g/s400/Zakum_full.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036126065599700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8581034637621881067?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8581034637621881067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8581034637621881067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8581034637621881067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8581034637621881067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-to-post-so-i-will-post-this-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RePnJmAn3gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Sx3YXpIRDBg/s72-c/Halo+Soundtrack.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5100103872166762367</id><published>2007-02-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:24:05.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is trying hard&lt;br /&gt;But she is failing miserably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, for the working week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the beginning of a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to Chinese New Year, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we sat in a stuffy hot hall full of sweaty people, watching the concerts put up by amazingly agile, slim, muscular (blah blah) people. There was first a band performance. Really nice music, they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school had ended, I went to Mother Tongue class to collect my homework. Then I left, as usual every Friday, for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the prayers, Eden called me up. But my phone was on silent, so I only realized when I took my phone out after the prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't send his call back until I got off the MRT and was on the way back home. When I finally did, though, he cried out loud to get myself there as soon as I could. I told him I was on my way home, and the reason why I didn't respond just now was because I was at the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I'd be there soon because I would leave home immediately after I'd had a bath and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right after I left the house, Eden called me up and said that the group had left for home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went ahead anyway, and I found out Kim Yet and Fir would be going to MacDonald's for some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went in and waited, and when they arrived I moved up behind them and said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Fir had to leave, so we bid him goodbye, and we (Kim Yet and I) went around Causeway Point for awhile, going into some shops here and there. We talked along the way, caught up a little on matters here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many people came?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not many&lt;/span&gt;" my head said.&lt;br /&gt;"Not many," Kim Yet said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amirah probably didn't even know about the get-together, and Siti would be too busy...&lt;/span&gt;" Matt said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who came?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Jade, Eden, Eugene..."&lt;br /&gt;"Siti didn't come?"&lt;br /&gt;"Siti said she was too busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange isn't it? I always end up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ripping all of us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some are still strong, but the other strings have been severed.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we won't lose touch for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;but our lives will get the most of us.&lt;br /&gt;We will forget; it is but human nature.&lt;br /&gt;We will not turn back; it is but human pride.&lt;br /&gt;If we do, we will only delay the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;It will happen, eventually,&lt;br /&gt;That one day, when you see someone you remember on the street&lt;br /&gt;A someone you haven't seen for so long,&lt;br /&gt;and you call out their name&lt;br /&gt;they will reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain. Don't rebut. Don't refuse. Its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is but human nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;When you rush towards them&lt;br /&gt;They will say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Without you even meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human nature. Leave and move on. Forget and let go. Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fine example my '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;' are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5100103872166762367?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5100103872166762367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5100103872166762367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5100103872166762367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5100103872166762367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-is-trying-hard-but-she-is-failing.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4503249484545646585</id><published>2007-01-31T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:59:35.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;BEGGING FOR SOME WHITE!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lets see... I was just posting a script on brownish golden... the color used in my friend's blog.. and IT HURT MY EYES!! So here, a little refreshment. White Text!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4503249484545646585?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4503249484545646585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4503249484545646585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4503249484545646585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4503249484545646585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/baaah-begging-for-some-white-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7394889824635509222</id><published>2007-01-24T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:25:40.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven? What Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, really. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make today's post completely pointless, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm compiling up a file with all the math crap along with literature, history and blah... Wish I had a digital camera so that I could post what my expression is right now. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 14 now. Wee. Woohoo, so little people wished me, two people so late... Jade was the first one to wish me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU JADE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, this is completely pointless so far... So I'm off. I have stuff to do. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7394889824635509222?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7394889824635509222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7394889824635509222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7394889824635509222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7394889824635509222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/heaven-what-heaven-ive-never-been-there.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5087915523037003933</id><published>2007-01-21T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:33:37.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chasing Dream&lt;br /&gt;Or crashing with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was trying out the new replaced Internet Connection. My brother was back at downloading tons of TV episodes and Anime series (and when my dad checked, it had a virus warning on). So, yeah. Anyway, I tried the new connection out. This is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLb5rkV9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nMTI85jPukw/s1600-h/chase0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLb5rkV9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nMTI85jPukw/s320/chase0.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022318318465709298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So first I checked out the packets sent to connect to Windows Live Messenger. Not bad, connected in 13 packets, since it used to be around 42. It showed that the new connection is faster than the old one, so I left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I tried to open up my homepage in FireFox. To my surprise, I received an error message. I tried IE and it still didn't work. So I kept staring at the status bar while clicking the 'Try Again' Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLdA7kV9QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SOX4KPOezjA/s1600-h/chase2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLdA7kV9QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SOX4KPOezjA/s320/chase2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022319542531388674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that there was no response from the server. So I moused over it to see the connection speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLdbbkV9RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nMeigh28i-8/s1600-h/chase3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLdbbkV9RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nMeigh28i-8/s320/chase3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022319997797922066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so the connection speed is 100 Mbps. Neutral, considering the amount of stress on bandwidth due to my brother's computer. Since MSN was still logged in, I tried FireFox and IE again. Still no effect. So this is what I did: I opened the control panel and selected Connection Status. This is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLeALkV9SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tFL0LvAxhmQ/s1600-h/chase4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLeALkV9SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tFL0LvAxhmQ/s320/chase4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022320629158114594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!! A little overused huh?? In a space of 8 minutes, I had sent so many packets and received none!! I nearly flopped at that, but all of a sudden, the packets started coming in 10 at a time. Thats how I can blog right now. Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents as democratic as ever. Only 3 people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt; wished me a Happy Birthday yesterday, and one really late fella sent me his wishes 10 in the morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. Its all the proof that I need to show myself that my 'friends' are only those who actually spoke to me. Some didn't reply when I said 'Hi', and others cussed at me because they didn't get that ultra rare item in MapleStory because I messaged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**k them lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of people that even bothered to wish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Jade&lt;br /&gt;2] Kim Yet&lt;br /&gt;3] Kang Jun&lt;br /&gt;4] Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are those who just spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Raghav&lt;br /&gt;2] Nur Darling&lt;br /&gt;3] Amirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are those who cussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] E.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you guys this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a public place. Why would I want to share with you what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm too stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5087915523037003933?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5087915523037003933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5087915523037003933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5087915523037003933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5087915523037003933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/chasing-dream-or-crashing-with-them.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkOPdAZbkrs/RbLb5rkV9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nMTI85jPukw/s72-c/chase0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4398024450880752734</id><published>2007-01-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:57:46.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAPTER 5&lt;br /&gt;ALLIANCE OR RIVALRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was probably the worst day I've had these few months. The sitting arrangement was changed by the form teachers, and I was to sit away from my friends (except Luqman and Maran). And guess who surrounded me other than those two? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, not totally. I could say I'm not as unlucky at Trevor, who was surrounded north south east west by them. Crap seh... The sitting arrangement sucks hell. Qi En had to sit right in front of me... that sulking fat piece of crap chicken just HAD to be put there... He's annoyed me enough for one day - nearly stole my books. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had Speech &amp; Drama class today. At least that would have been good if not for that Sir Jieh following all around me. When Maran joined our group, he was mumbling "What am I, an idiot magnet?". I thought the same thing too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What am I, a computer-game-addicted-idiot who-talks-about-Halo,-Counter Strike-and-all-that-crap-everyday magnet?"&lt;/span&gt; The thought was relatively fast, because I didn't consider those games crap even though I've never played them. I only though of that fool as crap. Get me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Science teacher was super-bossy and hateful today. She wrote down some notes on the whiteboard, and as I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; going to take them down, she turned around, saw that some stupid girl was chatting into thin air, and immediately said "Why are you talking?? You don't appreciate me giving you notes is it??" and proceeded to erase the board... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I was just about to take them down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this. Whats this supposed to mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least something good happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Liaow (I don't remember how to spell it, if any counselor is reading this blog in an attempt to crack my head open) finally realized that some of the girls was throwing papers around and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah. Right. Good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4398024450880752734?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4398024450880752734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4398024450880752734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4398024450880752734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4398024450880752734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/chapter-5-alliance-or-rivalry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7858839427092935914</id><published>2007-01-16T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:45:09.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connection problem ceased&lt;br /&gt;RESULT: REPAIRED&lt;br /&gt;Post Creator System OK&lt;br /&gt;RESULT: THRASHED, DUNKED AND SPIKED FOR GOOD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-By [AG]Genosis&lt;br /&gt;(Arshad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All systems go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch, no one will wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... English, Mother Tongue, Mathematics, Science, Design &amp; Tech., Home Economics, Geography, Literature, History, Art, Music, IPW, Elementalism (Chemistry, Physics, Pyromancy, Basic El), Alchemy (Chemistry, Biology), Psychology... That adds up to about 19 subjects... including the totally nonsensical ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, you seriously didn't believe that, did you? I'm not that genius who lives next door... the last 7 aren't real, silly... Well, maybe except Psychology. What!? I'm learning to protect myself from mental breakdown... you wouldn't want me to do handstands, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have no privacy for myself. Thats why I've been going rash a few days back. You see, I don't have my own room; my computer -- or should I say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; computer, is in the living room. I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; computer because my brother doesn't use his own (which he so conveniently has in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;room&lt;/span&gt;), my father uses it as well, and anyone can peek in at what I'm doing no matter what I tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell them to not look or peek, they'd get all suspicious for nothing, like what happened last Friday. I believe you would've fallen asleep before you got to Thursday in the previous post, but I won't relate to you what happened. If I did, my parents would get all suspicious for nothing. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, they read my bloody blog too!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no privacy - or my family doesn't respect it. Whatever I do, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; has to look at it, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; has to blow the situation up so much until my father has to whip the cane at me -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOR NOTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I may sound desperate enough to call on Samaritan Agencies, but I'm not that stupid. The school councilors will work a way to crack me open and read my mind - which I've prepared for, but ever want to do. They'd also talk to my parents, "see what they can do", "try to help him out" and "he may need some attention". I have a lot of attention, thank you idiots, because I never seem to get some time for myself, and my parents always have to come in and watch me surf. How about saying this lady? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Give him some privacy, maybe he'll come over it"&lt;/span&gt; or even this would be fine: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Leave him alone and don't disturb him when he's doing what he wants to do."&lt;/span&gt;, or this would be perfect: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH PLEASE FOR GOODNESS SAKE, LET THE BOY COMMUNICATE WITH HIS OLD FRIENDS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. All of them work fine, but oh c'mon, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give him some attention&lt;/span&gt;" ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as if I'm talking about robbing a bank in New York state with my guy buddies, and dating out girls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEY NEVER TRUST ME. THEY NEVER DID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'm going psychotic now, but thats what I am: a psychopath. A person on the road to insanity - on the road to believe that I am one big fat stupid pain-in-the-ass. I'm a parasite to my parents - I leech off their food and money, and not learn a thing in school because I'm too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thats one word I heard them say about me. And I'm a senseless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I've heard them say that many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If he'd gone any lower, he'd be the last in class.&lt;br /&gt;You spend too much time in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;You're addicted.&lt;br /&gt;To the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard was "If he'd try his best, he'll still be the stupid loser he is", "Is he planning to elope with the computer?", "You're addicted" and "to drugs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because thats what it exactly means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pointless to point out mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they've already been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was to trust my own parents with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a stupid loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7858839427092935914?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7858839427092935914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7858839427092935914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7858839427092935914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7858839427092935914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/connection-problem-ceased-result.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2332260434402001601</id><published>2007-01-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:37:49.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting in a rush here, so no punchline for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just deleted a post just now and replacing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been crappy. Homework rushing in like Malaysia's flood. Project work already putting additional burdens on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can stay out of trouble for the rest of the year like I've done so far for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tamil teacher already tells me that I've improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to disappoint her. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I'll post about next week this coming Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;- [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2332260434402001601?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2332260434402001601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2332260434402001601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2332260434402001601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2332260434402001601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/hallo-all.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-9153152876022521580</id><published>2007-01-13T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:46:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;My parents detest socialism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. They'd make excellent Americans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, updating on a Saturday as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; was like any other day, we had IPW where we had to hold toothpicks in our mouths and transfer a rubber band from one end of the row to the other. The girls kept flunking, dropping the rubber band everytime. Eventually the teacher got tired and let the boys start. We transferred the band so fast that the teacher herself was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; came and went. Lets skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain started to show up again on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. So we were a bit wary of getting wet. CE turned out to be worse than usual - our litera "cher" (we got so tongue tied by saying Literature Teacher so much that we turned the 'ture' into 'teacher', then got rid of the 'tea') from last year came in and COMPRAIN COMPRAIN COMPRAIN. Thats singlish for complain, in case anyone took Masters in English. After that we had to hand in our CE homework (can you believe superbasic psychology can have HOMEWORK!?) on what we want to pursue in one years' time. Why murder ourselves with what we want to do next year when we can decide later with the aid of our grades? You don't know how many people will have breakdowns if they don't reach the grade that seems to be high up in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain really only began to show up to other people on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. We had Tamil orientation that day in which we organized with agonizing ease two days ago. I was one of the group leaders with another guy (Thahir), and our group consisted of a boy and 3 girls. One of the girls was Leona, a girl who went to the same church as Jonathan (or as he told me). Another guy was begging to me to let him be the group's leader, because he was incharge of a paper costume making booth, and he thought it would be boring. He begged and begged, and told me he and Thahir were best friends. Begged on and on and on. I eventually gave in to him and we went to our booths later. Soon, after the orientation, I heard that Thahir and that other guy got detention because Thahir allegedly pushed a boy down on the other team and accidentally slapped someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; came, and since NPCC was on that day, I brought along my brand new shiny uniform. We were supposed to wear Mufti, and since I didn't have my PE shirt, I wore my wet school uniform. It had gotten wet in the rain on my way from the mosque that day - the rain really poured down that day. Flooding everywhere, and pavements (which had VERY deep drainage) were flooded with muddy water from nearby construction and the pelting rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had gotten back, I had to go to Mother Tongue classes, so the first thing I did was to go up and get my bag from the classroom. When I got up, I tried the door and not to my surprise, it was locked. I stpped back from the door and looked around. I saw Shiela. "They locked the door, leh..." I told her, and she gasped. Then I told her that we should go to the General Office and get the keys. Again, not surprisingly, she told me that he had to go to the toilet. I just saw her come out before I tried the door... So I went to the G.O. myself. I had to run, because I had already missed half the class. When I finally entered the office and asked for the keys, the old hag there told me that I needed my form teacher's permission. I hated this, but I went up to the staffroom anyway. There I rang the teacher's number. No one picked up. I eventually got frustrated, and I ran to my class and told the teacher. She called up the office to issue the permission, and sent me on a run. I got the keys and ran back up, seeing that Shiela was only then coming out of her isolation. How long had I taken, actually??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my bagpack and Shiela got to work on the class board. I handed her the keys and went back to class. I had already missed three quaters of the class. We were doing cloze passages, and I was left out of the first three quaters. Thahir at the other end of the class was making alot of noise, and the teacher went to scold him over and over again. Once the teacher had finished explaining the unstarted passage, I did the questions by looking at the keywords ONLY. I finished my work and went to show it to the teacher. At that point Thahir saw me and gasped "You finished already!? You only just came!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to get a pair of new glasses, since he couldn't see that my book was already on the teacher's table and I was packing up my bag after spending 10 minuets in the classroom. I then proceeded to NPCC. I'm gonna' skip that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I discovered that my parents gave me no benefit of privacy, trust or doubt. My mum caught me chatting with Siti (we were talking about guitars and making a band for the class, my mum thought something else. I won't tell you, cause I almost never see into someone whom I trust, which is never going to happen again). Mum then gave me a lecture on why I should avoid girls and going around them and why I should never talk to one. Then she continued to tell me that I have to leave my friends at school and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; bring them about at home (I didn't invite her over, did I!?). Which means I should just pretend to be friends with people, and never communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means mum would tell dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dad didn't look into it either. He actually took out the cane and questioned me! At least dad was a little more understanding, he told me "just leave girls as friends and don't go above that," while mum told me "just leave friends and school and don't even think about them at home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about failing projects because of a parent's instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent out a message to the only person I could trust now (Raghav), telling him that if anyone sent me any message except through Raghav, I would not reply unless it was totally necessary and urgent (for example, you're about to die in 40 seconds because Kira wrote your name in his Death Note. That way, I'd send you a message that would trigger the kill, effectively getting rid of you). Also, there is no way I can get out of the house to go for gatherings. Other than Teacher's Day, I am not free so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO NOT BOTHER TO ALERT ME OF ANYTHING THAT ISN'T RELATED TO TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;. I will NOT reply, and I will NOT come for the gathering, unless it is school related (which my parents will never believe. Especially mum, who will think I'm going to meet a girl......). Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO NOT SEND ME USELESS MESSAGES AND SPAM&lt;/span&gt;. If you send me a curse or anything, I will make sure you will be afraid to get out of the house to even go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust anyone anymore. My biggest mistake was to trust people I realized I hardly knew. An even bigger mistake was trusting someone who lives in another country and spreads lie masterpieces about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother. I know people won't read my blog because its been inactive for so long. Tell you're friends and those who know me about what I said. Heck I care if you even say I'm gonna' suicide. I have my whole life ahead of me - I will never go to that edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest mistake. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;still&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/still&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;      - [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-9153152876022521580?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/9153152876022521580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=9153152876022521580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/9153152876022521580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/9153152876022521580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/guess-what-my-parents-detest-socialism.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1617062020240212919</id><published>2007-01-09T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:40:06.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a message from the nether realm&lt;br /&gt;or the deeps, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This blog isn't dead bandwidth yet... I'm going to post about the weeks every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [AG]Genosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Quotes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you something stupid; whats omega multiplied by alpha over square root of 95 'X' bracket seven multiplied by pi multiplied by six over xu?"&lt;br /&gt;- Terran Synergy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analysts say that tomorrow is gonna' be twice as cold as today. Today turned out to be 0°C. How cold is it gonna' be tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;- Casey R.L. Charles, University of Jagdpanther (Degree Holder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ban, you're such a smartie!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Amano Ginji, GetBackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smartie, you're such a ban!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Gamma No Ainji, BetGackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1617062020240212919?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1617062020240212919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1617062020240212919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1617062020240212919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1617062020240212919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-message-from-nether-realm-or-deeps.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5655333754526286815</id><published>2006-12-30T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:44:01.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fame and Fortune&lt;br /&gt;Only lead to Pride and Foolishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you won't know how true those few words are until you experience it yourself. Sure, you'll feel snide if you have a million bucks with you, and yeah, you'll definitely feel ruined when you lose it all to something totally useless (like that crappy game you've been begging for for so long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats exactly what I'm planning for a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, go ahead. I don't have any Christmas spirit. Big deal. Tell me that giving is better than receiving. I'll reply to you: What good is giving when its worse to receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that constant spam in NPCC: All for one and One for all. How true is that piece of impossibility? It doesn't add up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; in the group, it only adds up to those who are higher in the hierarchy. Look at this scenario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The group's motto is 'All for One and One for All'. There are two ranks here; Corp (higher) and Cadet (lower). The group has to move to a certain point. One of the Corp start running, but the Cadets do not. The Corps begin to scold the Cadets for not living up to the motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario shows the Cadets, rather than not living up to standards, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acknowledging&lt;/span&gt; the standards. For the wrong reason, the Corps punish the Cadets unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The group's motto is 'All for One and One for All'. There are two ranks here; Corp and Cadet. The group has to move to a certain point. One of the Cadets start running, followed by a few others. None of the Corps and the rest of the Cadets run. When they arrive at the point, the Corps begin scolding the few who had run ahead of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scenario up there demonstrates the unfairness of the Corps. There are a few points to take note here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE! The only reason for the Corps to even be angry at the Cadets who ran ahead was that they left behind the group. That isn't an even sufficient reason, because the rationale between the two parties is severely unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO!! The most important fact I want to put up at this point is that the Corps themselves failed to keep their standards; they did not perform 'One for All', which would clearly mean that if one of the group were running, the rest would have to run too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE!!! The Corps, being the higher ranks, are responsible for the actions of the group (thus the rationale), but they failed to keep that responsibility by being total jackasses and letting down the group in terms of command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR!!!! Four, in my dictionary, is a neutral number, so I'll say something neutral. Who, exactly, is the 'One', and who is the 'All'? If one person runs and the other person actually drops onto the ground and crawls, what is the 'All'  supposed to do? If 'All' do something different, what is 'One' supposed to do? If 'One' is excused from the session, isn't is only fair that 'All' are excused? I mean, look at it, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one for all and all for one&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, it doesn't matter what you do, those people who are better than you will always ruin you somehow. A wise guy once said this: "How will the child of a cat become equal to the child of a lion?" And what he said was right; no matter what you do, what you cook, what you kill, what you steal, what you destroy, what you create, what you demolish, what you ruin, what you smash, what you take, what you give, what you say or what you do to even kill yourself, you will always be what you will be - either a poor loser or a snide rich jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to me, I saw it written all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the worst disaster in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Those storms and quakes were only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you what it's like to live like this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [AG]Genosis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5655333754526286815?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5655333754526286815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5655333754526286815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5655333754526286815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5655333754526286815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/fame-and-fortune-only-lead-to-pride-and.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7600600628049839048</id><published>2006-12-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:14:56.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I saw it on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't post yesterday... Internet failed and for a moment there I thought it was really the end of the world. But then today, I wanted to post in the morning where I would have the most freedom to do things, but the Internet was still failing me, and the lag was ominous. So I had to content myself with some DoTA, and now, finally, I can post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sackings and slacking aside, yesterday some of the class met up (about 10 of them). We went to our old school and met up with out old teacher, and had some good old pizza!! Mr. Sim brought in disposable cups because he was expecting drinks to arrive, but they didn't so we had to content ourselves with some tap water. Zulfadli even said the water-coolers were shrinking more and more, and I admit it, what he said was true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, Zul, Xie Hang and Wing Kit were gathered in a small group outside, looking for the others, and Wing Kit began lamenting about how he went to Indonesia and got stung by a hornet with a death wish that flew right into his sleeve. Then he rolled his sleeve up to show his wound off. I was in mock awe and suddenly felt a small sting in my hang. The grounds outside the school were infested with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ants! Ants are bad enough, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ants...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So we were talking and yakking away, and I went to e-con to get a Root Beer for myself. The cap got stuck and Zul cracked it open. I swigged some of the non-alcoholic 'beer' in and stuffed it into my bag. Suddenly, we saw a huge crowd coming in from the other pavement, and Xie Hang was like "WTF?" while Wing Kit just wouldn't stop yakking about the hornet bite. I would have told him that every time air escapes through your mouth, the hornet's poison would travel faster, but I wasn't looking his way though. Eden ran across the road while some others went all the way to the lights, and we were noisy again. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked down and saw a few brownish orange drops. No, you silly person, it wasn't crap! It was my Root Beer!! The cap was loose and I remembered that Zul had cracked it. So my spectacle case and that new book I borrowed from the library were wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With A&amp;W...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden then pointed out the obvious fact that my bag was going to be sticky. I couldn't care less since it was a REALLY old bag (I'm glad I didn't bring my new one), and decided that the best way to cure the stickiness was rubbing it in sand and then wiping it off with a leaf or some grass. But the moment I threw it onto the ground, Xie Hang lunged at it and I remembered that there were ants there. I had already killed one that was biting me, and a bunch of others with my huge shoes, so I pulled my bag up before the ants saw it as a sign to declare war on me. I couldn't pull off the grass, so I just wiped it off with my hands. I was going to where there would be water anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't wash it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, We were outside yakking off, girls from boys, and suddenly I spotted Eugene. I was the only one who saw him. When I yelled out "Look its Eugene!", everyone turned around and chorused out "EEEEEUUUUGEEEEEEEEEEEEENE!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing a yellow shirt tucked into track pants. Eden and I spotted Jade a few seconds later, and everyone lamented that even though she was the one to organize the gathering, she was the latest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a grand appearance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went into the school together (Eden and Kim Yet talking about Indonesian Marketing policies and LAN shop prices, Jade and Siti chit chatting what they probably always chat, Kim Yet talking about his hornet sting... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...), and when we were in, Paul appeared out of nowhere and cried out "Why so many people wear yellow and green today!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right. Hui Pin was wearing a green top and yellow skirt, Eugene was wearing a green shirt, I was wearing dark green cargo pants, Jade and Kim Yet were wearing yellow tops... It was a banana bonanza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went in, and the girls (as expected of them) stayed behind in the canteen while we boys went to get some game equipment. We were so excited of playing games in our old school again, laughing, chasing, some even drooling with anxiety. But five minutes after taking the equipment out, we abandoned the parade square and went back into the canteen. Jade was complaining that it was too hot (I was wearing a black shirt and as you know, black surfaced shirts don't radiate much heat away from the inside), while I didn't even think it was warm. Sure, I was sweating out an amount that could challenge Niagara Falls and might even win, but I didn't think it was warm. I was merely deprived of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, once we retreated to the relative safety of the canteen, Xie Hang pulled out a deck of poker cards and the rest of the guys went to either spectator the game, or actually start playing. All the girls sat around a few joined tables, chatting with Mr. Sim, and I sat alone between the two groups, speculating on what would happen if we kept doing this for the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went out better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You haven't seen the half of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure? You're never sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, yeah, look. What would happen if this repeated for the next 3 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Whats your insight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happened on the first gathering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to recall what had happened in the first gathering. I could only vaguely see myself in a school with hundreds of my juniors running around, and me seeing the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone came. Thats all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about the second gathering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were busy, so they didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the third?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see where this was going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for the third gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now look at the size of the group here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked. I saw. More and more people are being torn apart by time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And thats how its going to be in the following gatherings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At that point, Jade came and sat on the other side of the table opposite to me, and started talking about how sian this was. Then she showed me a message that she received a person called QinBin, and started talking about her own thoughts. I realized Mr. Sim wasn't there, and just nodded at her words. They didn't fall on deaf ears though. You have to believe that karma has never worked on a spiritual basis. Luck is based heavily on thoughts generated en mass throughout the world. We have powers in our mind that we have yet to uncover, but we can easily be mystified by those powers if someone else has unlocked them, and may never learn the abilities simply due to belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jade said that we may never meet the class again. I stared at her as if she had lost it, then she said, "I mean, I don't think I will be able to organize the gatherings one day,". "What do you mean by that?" I said, and she replied that once she has completed Junior College, or Polytechnic, she may have to go to America and live there. I could hear my mind laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychopathicaly, I couldn't think of anything to say. Psychopathical is not a word itself though. But then I eventually realized that this kind of mathematical logic could simply never be avoided. So with a slight grin, I replied, "Let's hope that won't happen,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough time to read her face because the group shouted that the pizza was here! Everyone lunged at the Hawaiian, leaving the Mexican almost untouched. I decided to wait while so that everyone could have their pick. Then I saw Mr. Sim returning again with a pair of purple tubes labeled 'Pringles'. Imagine the yelling! The small group at the other side of the canteen (probably parents buying books) even looked at us when walking past, one of them even bumping into the pillar. Talk about strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating a little bit, Paul sat beside me and started chatting with Jade. I just sat there, thinking to myself, "Next gathering, Paul probably won't appear anymore,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then again, Siti will probably disappear along with Wing Kit and Sok Keng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picking out the most probable out of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As well as Xie Hang and Zulfadli, considering their sudden debut appearance here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had realized I remembered something I thought I'd forgotten. I don't remember seeing XieHang and Zulfadli and Siti during the previous gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amirah has already disappeared along with Amira. We can bet on the fact that Siti will be the next, and then Kim Yet and Xie Hang, or all of them at once. Eugene and Jade won't disappear for so long because Eugene's parents own e-con, and Jade is the one organizing these gatherings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Raghav wouldn't have come even if he could because of the workload he has. Right now he's in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exactly, and Wing Kit just came from Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Jakarta was in Thailand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is closer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never good at geography, considering the fluke I managed to pull during the exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nein. Which is closer to possibility?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hesitate] What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raghav went to Jakarta and places nearby due to holiday. Wing Kit just managed to arrive in time for the gathering. I'm judging by this that Raghav had totally no idea of the gathering, or if it was preordained, he didn't arrange for his holiday to end before the 17th.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I realized at that point that people were not coming not because of their schedules, but because of their interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that some of the gang had already gone to the parade square to play, so I followed them too. They were selecting teams for a friendly handball game, and I opted out. I instead chose to go to econ to buy some more Root Beer again, so Eden and Eugene told me to buy three bottles of Green Tea as well. They paid me the money, and about two minutes later, I was back at the canteen with a plastic bag of three Heaven and Earths and a Root Beer. Mr. Sim saw this and eyed me with suspicion. He had probably seen the money being exchanged, so he question me "Did you buy all those for yourself, or your friends?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't used to being questioned for doing something I was told to do, only asked to explain something that I could do. So I hesitated for a little and answered back "I bought it for them,", gesturing to the Parade square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we left the school with good byes and have a nice days at Mr. Sim, and I was probably the only person to wish him an early Merry Christmas. We walked like insects, in three sections. The front was where I, Eden, Zulfadli and Xie Hang were. Behind us were the rest of the boys + Jade and Siti, and at the end were the girls. The bus was almost at the stop; it was at the junction. Eden called out to Kim Yet if he wanted to run to catch the bus. He promptly agreed, and everyone of us boys who used to always run to the stop when we were primary schoolers started running from out position to the lights, at where Eden pointed out that there were no cars and that we should run on ahead, which we agreed to and started running again, looking back only for a brief moment to smirk at the girls who were still walking, oblivious to the fact that we were running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has just GOT to be the longest sentence I've thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, we took the bus before anyone else did, and we reached Causeway Point. We decided to watch a movie call Eragon when we were at school, so we went to check the timing. Since we still had about 45 minutes, we went to TimeZone and I watched as Xie Hang and Eden played 'House of the Dead' and 'Time Crisis'. Kim Yet and I later called some others (who refused our calls), then the girls. Siti answered Jade's phone, and we asked if they could make it to CauseWay Point in time for the movie. They didn't, though, so we just went in on our own. We had to take the second row from the front because no other row could let us sit in a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat and saw, and I thought the movie was quite good. Once the movie had ended, the rest wanted to go to the loo badly. Serves them right for drinking all that Pepsi. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went down from the top floor, we met Jade and Siti, and we walked around for a few (we actually did go around, I'm just getting more and more lazy to type... or... weakening... Mym found small brown fragments in the water jug I just drank out of... it could be rust...). Xie Hang badly wanted to go to KFC, so we went. They sat at one table playing Poker again, while I sat with Jade and Siti. We had nothing to do, so after Xie Hang finished eating, we left to the lower levels - the interchange. From there, we went our separate ways; Eugene took the MRT, Siti and I took our bus home, and the rest just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been just me but the sky seemed to darken in the bus. Guess that's what just happens when we get torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [AG]Genosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Quotes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you something stupid; whats omega multiplied by alpha over square root of 95 'X' bracket seven multiplied by pi multiplied by six over xu?"&lt;br /&gt;- Terran Synergy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analysts say that tomorrow is gonna' be twice as cold as today. Today turned out to be 0°C. How cold is it gonna' be tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;- Casey R.L. Charles, University of Jagdpanther (Degree Holder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ban, you're such a smartie!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Amano Ginji, GetBackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smartie, you're such a ban!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Gamma No Ainji, BetGackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7600600628049839048?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7600600628049839048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7600600628049839048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7600600628049839048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7600600628049839048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-lie-i-saw-it-on-your-face-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1770838239361325341</id><published>2006-12-14T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:19:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insert Home PageUp&lt;br /&gt;Delete End PageDown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, sorry. Couldn't think of a better punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, anyway, home has never been so noisy before. Hell, I couldn't hear the music at half-blast, and I didn't want to go deaf. So right now, I'm ruining one ear on the head-speaker mainly because it only had one ear hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the song list toward the left (if you haven't realized already), and you'll see I have a new addition to the treasure trove of trash. It's Get Backer's second ending song called 'Namida no Hurricane'. I have my reasons to believe this has something to do with PeaceMaker Korugane, but I'm not about to state them. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the lyrics were surprisingly easy to decipher! I got a little help from Ryoko (my clan members would be familiar with the name, if they already haven't) in clearing out some of the more confusing parts (like where 'jump!' sounds like 'cha!'). By the way, Namida no Hurricane means 'A hurricane of tears'. Again, the translation from Ryoko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like the flute-play at the beginning as well as near the end. The basing level is perfect for the tune and momentous beat,  and I'll just have to say Halo's producers can never get as close to that small blunder that turned this whole soundtrack worth listening. Here's the stats, the first of which I bothered to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Title: Namida no Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: 2nd Ending Song for Anime (Get Backers)&lt;br /&gt;Language: Japanese&lt;br /&gt;Tempo: Mexican, Flute-play, Based Percussion&lt;br /&gt;Artist: 'Ninja'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Playlist Time: 00:04:05&lt;br /&gt;Released Playlist Time: 00:04:05&lt;br /&gt;Cropped Playlist Time: Not measured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses: 30 verse&lt;br /&gt;Words (English Par): 209&lt;br /&gt;Characters (English Par): 1,012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Transliteration (to track): Himiko-chan&lt;br /&gt;Original Translation (to track): Ryoko Ayanami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I leave you to go play DoTA with my computer on Warcraft III! I need to test out the characters to choose the optimum for my team later... so, yeah. Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [AG]Genosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Quotes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you something stupid; whats omega multiplied by alpha over square root of 95 'X' bracket seven multiplied by pi multiplied by six over xu?"&lt;br /&gt;- Terran Synergy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analysts say that tomorrow is gonna' be twice as cold as today. Today turned out to be 0°C. How cold is it gonna' be tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;- Casey R.L. Charles, University of Jagdpanther (Degree Holder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ban, you're such a smartie!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Amano Ginji, GetBackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smartie, you're such a ban!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Gamma No Ainji, BetGackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1770838239361325341?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1770838239361325341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1770838239361325341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1770838239361325341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1770838239361325341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/insert-home-pageup-delete-end-pagedown.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2095799613998715658</id><published>2006-12-12T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:15:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found this in the attic&lt;br /&gt;where Yuang Kiang lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah, the answers are genuinely mine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does anyone know your password to your email?&lt;br /&gt;My security is unbeatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you ordered at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;Er.... fries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;No, thats up to my friends to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your school?&lt;br /&gt;Negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in hate at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever felt jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;No, 'cause I don't care what they have. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;My sister. Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;Let me see... no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Inu Yasha OST (Do As Infinity) SHinjitsu no Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Aweful... no rain for a straight 21 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last person who called you today?&lt;br /&gt;No one calls me at all... I'm lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last song you sang.&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Alchemist Movie (Song Bonus) "LOST HEAVEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last time you danced.&lt;br /&gt;Dance? Ha ha, dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lost a friendship over something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and it wasn't my fault. Nearly lost my best friend because someone hacked his Maple account... and thats what I call pure stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last thing you ate.&lt;br /&gt;Mee Goreng. *Slurp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I really fell sick and everyone thought I was faking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Faked being sick to skip school?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the previous question, lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;1000 hrs, slept late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current taste?&lt;br /&gt;Casual and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Green PT shirt (just about the only type I wear at home nowadays), dark blue longpants, underwear (lolz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;If I did, my parents would kill me. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;The face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Darconis Sector, Omega Fleet, Tarsonis, Hector 15-15-26, Genosis Squad Hideout, Woodlands, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's today's date and day?&lt;br /&gt;12th December 2006, Teusday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Did you go anywhere today?&lt;br /&gt;No where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do there?&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Solar Age: 13, Islamic Age: 14, Tarsonic Age: 16, Advent Age: 13, Protoss Age: 6,213, Feudal Age: 35,124, Thanatosian Age: 14, Isotopian Age: 26 Raieconassiance Age: 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you mature or immature?&lt;br /&gt;Im-portantly I'm-mature. Ignore 'Im', 'I'm'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you call your parents by their first name?&lt;br /&gt;No. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you the only child?&lt;br /&gt;No. I have an older brother and a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where do you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Causeway Point, Sheng Siong, NTUC. Blast, I don't go shopping anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you like where you work?&lt;br /&gt;No, because all I work at is studying, and I get nothing from it except 'Why Pi is not equal to Pie'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like books?&lt;br /&gt;Hell, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but somewhere when I'm 30 something, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. To whom?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell you? Well, SHOULD I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [AG]Genosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Quotes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you something stupid; whats omega multiplied by alpha over square root of 95 'X' bracket seven multiplied by pi multiplied by six over xu?"&lt;br /&gt;- Terran Synergy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analysts say that tomorrow is gonna' be twice as cold as today. Today turned out to be 0°C. How cold is it gonna' be tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;- Casey R.L. Charles, University of Jagdpanther (Degree Holder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ban, you're such a smartie!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Amano Ginji, GetBackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smartie, you're such a ban!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Gamma No Ainji, BetGackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2095799613998715658?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2095799613998715658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2095799613998715658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2095799613998715658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2095799613998715658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/found-this-in-attic-where-yuang-kiang.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5032510533851106971</id><published>2006-12-12T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:23:57.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my siggy here. Check it out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [AG]Genosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Quotes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you something stupid; whats omega multiplied by alpha over square root of 95 'X' bracket seven multiplied by pi multiplied by six over xu?"&lt;br /&gt;- Terran Synergy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analysts say that tomorrow is gonna' be twice as cold as today. Today turned out to be 0°C. How cold is it gonna' be tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;- Casey R.L. Charles, University of Jagdpanther (Degree Holder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ban, you're such a smartie!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Amano Ginji, GetBackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smartie, you're such a ban!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Gamma No Ainji, BetGackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5032510533851106971?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5032510533851106971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5032510533851106971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5032510533851106971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5032510533851106971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/changed-my-siggy-here.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7885733505218387120</id><published>2006-12-12T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:12:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came to increase my post count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Jade has 380+ posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 547 if you put together all the blogs I have. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7885733505218387120?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7885733505218387120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7885733505218387120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7885733505218387120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7885733505218387120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothing-to-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5172119916709406933</id><published>2006-12-10T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:26:27.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do As Infinity&lt;br /&gt;Doas Jur Infistchiouel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;akaku&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fade in]&lt;br /&gt;[Amanda and Raevan standing on cliff in MoonStar Valley]&lt;br /&gt;[Zoom in on faces]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;motto&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jump in behind Arke facing Urajom Kesphenetas]&lt;br /&gt;[Zoom closer, move camera up to Urajon's face]&lt;br /&gt;[Zoom on Arke, flash fire sword, move camera with movement and jump]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;arasoi&gt;&lt;/arasoi&gt;&lt;/motto&gt;&lt;/akaku&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[Blink]&lt;br /&gt;[Cristine sitting on a cliff, Tarsonis V7II]&lt;br /&gt;[Zoom in infront, Battlecruiser flies above Christine]&lt;br /&gt;[Christine sees something, and stands up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eien&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Battlecruisers fighting, Tarsonis space]&lt;br /&gt;[One of them blows up]&lt;br /&gt;[EMP shockwave crater, rock camera]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;zutto&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In town, Tarsonis, shockwave felt throughout]&lt;br /&gt;[swing camera]&lt;br /&gt;[Sand blown into the wind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eien&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Zoom in on Arke facing Urajom]&lt;br /&gt;[Arke flash fires swords, jumps at Urajom]&lt;br /&gt;[Urajon retaliates, move camera with movement]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hon&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Move camera behind Arke, he jumps to attack Urajom and stabs it in the face]&lt;br /&gt;[Bright flash, screen black]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the scene I imagined for Inuyasha's 'Shinjitsu no Uta', the &lt;b&gt;fifth ending song&lt;/b&gt; for the series. Yes, the full song. &lt;/hon&gt;Those in the Boxed Brackets ('[/]') are the scenes. Of course, you wouldn't get anything out of this, because you don't know who Arke, Amanda, Raevan and Urajom are. Well, booger for you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I gotta' learn some Anime animation skills soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;/eien&gt;&lt;/zutto&gt;&lt;/eien&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5172119916709406933?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5172119916709406933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5172119916709406933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5172119916709406933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5172119916709406933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-as-infinity-doas-jur-infistchiouel.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1611670972729907128</id><published>2006-12-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:44:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little service break (For whatever stuff I've been doing here).&lt;br /&gt;Heres a little video of me VS my brother in Starcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n211/Xcallibur/awesome.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n211/Xcallibur/awesome.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats me. The guy getting owned. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1611670972729907128?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1611670972729907128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1611670972729907128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1611670972729907128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1611670972729907128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-little-service-break-for-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3157376224403870755</id><published>2006-12-06T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:02:27.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PeaceFire&lt;br /&gt;The Lucky Charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ha ha, sorry, didn't post for some time! Was busy doing stuff my parents don't want me to do and then scold me for not doing... Also, I was playing StarCraft with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing as Protoss and he was as Terran, and being someone who just read a strategy off SCL's website, he kept nuking me here and there. I built up my base until Arbitors and started expanding to two neighboring islands (it was a three-player LAN game, and the computer had already been defeated by my bro's rushing), and set up base there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my brother sent in a Ghost and set a nuke towards me on the eastern island. I couldn't stop it because nukes always come 12 seconds after warning, and my Arbitor was so slow it took 18 seconds to get to the other side of the map. So there, I was nuked twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then my observer had found a mineral reserve in the center of the map, so I sent my Probes to build base there. Bro didn't see it, of course, and after a few minutes of producing buildings, I eventually sent in my corsairs to his western expansion and disrupted the missile turrets. I sent in my carrier and my only arbitor, then began to set a trail of waste along the installation, freezing incoming aircrafts with my arbitor's Stasis. Eventually the entire expansion was destroyed, and I was waiting there for any more aircrafts. I didn't realize that he had found my second expansion on the west and was already nuking it towards the the main base at the bottom of the map. I immediately built more detectors and began defending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was already 2 hours. My bro was getting tired of attempting to nuke the main and fail, so he said he had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won. Only because he surrendered. Because by then, I had no more vespene and minerals to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, I got carried away, didn't I? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading one of the posts on a classmate's blog, and saw that the criticism on Sir Jieh was amazingly powerful. "He looks like a SOTONG!!", "he disgusts me", "his face sez IMA FOOL" and "his a complete idiot!!". The four sentences that I want to agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks like a sotong (squid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very freaky, and true, fact. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a, somewhat, blur blur sotong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He disgusts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the context in which this was written on that post was totally different, this is still a major fact about his psychology.&lt;br /&gt;[1]He is probably the worst trash-talker in the class - and if he talks about anything, it is either "how fast he can figure out functions of an MP3", or "that bloody noob called me a noob!!". Heck, I can figure out functions by just pressing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;[2]On the last day of school, the whole school was detained for 45 minutes because we made too much noise. He was crapping about how well he does head-shots in CounterStrike and Halo, and how many noobs he owned and how he was put into a clan and... the list can go on. When the DM announced the detention because of noise, the entire class - and the whole school - kept their yappers shut. But on occasions like this, there is always a big fat yapper that flaps non-stop, and it was that idiot Sir Jieh saying "Noise? What noise? Bloody idiot la this DM, go and die when did we ever make noise?"&lt;br /&gt;My ear drums were practically deaf because of that idiot's baffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His face says "I'm a FOOL!!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's an idiot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However unorthodox that sentence was, it is still true. He failed his English by one mark, but the teacher gave him that extra mark, passing him and giving that undeserving idiot a seat in Secondary 2. I was honestly hoping that he wouldn't get to Sec 2, honestly hoping we'd finally get rid of him. But noooooo, he just HAD to get a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3157376224403870755?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3157376224403870755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3157376224403870755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3157376224403870755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3157376224403870755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/peacefire-lucky-charm-ha-ha-sorry-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-5775768191948825397</id><published>2006-12-03T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:53:37.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's featured song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180px" height="23px" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogupload.com%2F37408%2Fget_backers_(ending)_-_getbackers_-_ichibyou_no_refrain.swf&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Backers'&lt;br /&gt;"Ichibyo no refrain"&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to feature Halo 2's "Incubus - Follow", but apparently, I'm the only person left with that song in my radio.blog, and so I couldn't find a single link towards the still-operative song. Talk about perspective. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira came and saved the day (twice) for me! xDD thanks Amira!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I also have a baby sis o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the holidays won't end so soon... Still wanna' be lazy... And yeah, my bro taught me Pythagoras's Theorem. What more, it was early in the morning (about 1 AM), and his friend had come over because they would be running a marathon the next day (today =P). Right now, they're running or probably already finished. Bro just SMSed me asking what mum cooked. "Dead chicken with crispy wings and curry". Oh, alright, I didn't say that (dead chicken? C'mon, I doubt most people here would have seen a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; chicken after Bird Flu), but yeah, it's chicken curry today. Strange - we've been having curry for the past... what? Two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD lolx pl0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost all my links in my 'Favorites' tool bar. Just recovered the German translator and the protocol tracker. Looking for the uploader and original system crack for improg... without it INTERPOL will be on my heels charging me for "suing a computer for all the right reasons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, yeah, I'm listening to Get Backers' theme songs, (rehearsing) looking through the lyrics, finding Inuyasha's "Owari Nai Yume"'s lyrics (I know I sent it to Amira and then kept it somewhere... but where!?), and writing down a translation of Get Backer's "Mr. Deja Vu" with the help of an overseas friend. The song is nice, but the translation isn't going so well. =P heck, I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, eyeah. I've gotta' go now, finish up my work quickly. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks again, Amira!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-5775768191948825397?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5775768191948825397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=5775768191948825397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5775768191948825397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/5775768191948825397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-featured-song_03.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4422013894056932535</id><published>2006-12-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:25:42.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's Featured Song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180px" height="23px" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.sekay-anime.net%2Faudio.blog%2Fsounds%2Finuyasha%20-%20owari%20nai%20yume.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inuyasha's&lt;br /&gt;"Owari Nai Yume"&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4422013894056932535?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4422013894056932535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4422013894056932535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4422013894056932535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4422013894056932535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-featured-song.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1973431452210149950</id><published>2006-12-01T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:03:40.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shin-jikeru&lt;br /&gt;Hara temo-tenoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, wait. I starting this post with the most unlikely words and beginning the first sentences with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ver&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unlikely word... What's going on with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've become a bit more rebellious against my parents. A few weeks ago (actually, last month), my mum didn't like me waking up early in the morning. In truth, I was trying to keep my biological clock in its long-lost default - waking up at 0545 - and stay awake. But instead of waking up so early, I woke up at about 0700, and stayed awake by occupying myself on the computer, chatting with friends on MMORPGs who live in America (they stay awake just to play). I practically stay on for the whole day, and sometimes do some stuff (yes, stuff. Which most people would say TOUGH WORK i.e. math).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mum didn't like the fact that I wake up everyday at 0700 and sit in front of the screen, and began complaining to me that the music in my computer was too loud, when in truth I had lowered the volume down so much I strained to hear it, and sometimes turned the entire thing off after realizing there was no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my answer to that complain? I began waking up later. Because of that, my clock went right off the charts of imbalance, and I was shot up so badly I started waking up in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before that, I actually woke up at about 0900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad saw this as super-lazy, and swanked me with a few words and told me to wake up earlier. So when I tried to set myself to around 0810 (about the time my mum actually gave up scowling at me), my balance went off and I woke up in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad started telling me off, I told him that it was mum's idea for me to not wake up so early. One of them eventually mentioned me going to holiday classes to train up "intelligence", and then started a small quarrel that ended up no where and was inevitably seen as "my chance to get away with it all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, I was used to waking up at about 1100, and eventually got down to 1000. Then suddenly, one day - which turned out to be my supposed lucky day - my mum forced me awake at about 0700, and told me that we were going to go to Sheng Siong to get some new vegetables and fish for dinner. I was mortified - what the heck!? I mean, I wasn't allowed to wake up early and doing what I wanted to do, so wheres the justice and forcing me awake early and making me do something I didn't want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, fine, and another part of me woke up to speak. So I finally managed to convince myself to go - long after we had crossed the road on the way to the hyper market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in there, the first department we visited was the candy dep - since my sister was begging to a lollipop (I swear, the advertisements on TV today have some sort of hypnotic ringing to them!!). Then, after we checked out the lollipop, my sis kept quite for the whole journey, and so we went to the fish dep (the vegetable department was a few feet away, but my mum just HAD to see that shiny fish and end up buying it). While mum was looking at the fish and waiting for the cashier there to price-tag it, I turned and saw a familiar sight of an old friend - Amira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she was close enough, I called out her name. Again. And again. She didn't hear, which was understandable. The hyper market was filled with people, all making their own noise and if not, enjoying the noise pollution. Any idiot could have called out "Amira!" to anyone who had Amira as a name, and yeah, probably with that sense we can see what happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was mortifying. I didn't think of that there because the friends I had in primary school were special to me - so special that I don't want to share it on a public blog which everyone can visit but no one would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, there. I was mortified for the second time that day (not exactly mortified, just angry on the first account, surprised the second account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't show it out openly, or if I did I wasn't paying attention. So I whipped out my handy phone that had totally no use to me, and sent her this (word for word): "Are you at sheng siong right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply didn't come for about 5 minutes, and by then we were already outside. So I sent her: "I thought I saw you just now... I'm outside the jewelry store."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no reply for a long time. Then, finally, I got this about halfway back home: "Ouh sry..didnt c u..hehe..yea.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply: "=) I called you, you didn't hear. =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers: "Reali? Oh sry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent her this. By now, I was under the block, and remembered that I was planning to hit the sack once I got back, and then log into MSN after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... Nevermind, I'm at home now... Get MSN soon, it's been so long since we chatted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if 'chatted' is an actual word, but it appeared in the phone's dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply? "Yea..haha..i duno wether im gona get it back.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent her this, by now I was already at the 5th floor, and my mum was eying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, find out soon and tell us, kaes???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that, she replied "okie dokies! sure thing ;P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I found more crappy - the before-we-left, or the after-we-arrived. It had nothing to do with the messages exchanged between Amira and me, but after we arrived back at home, my mum gave me more chores to do. Okay, it isn't as bad as some other people have it, but I had slept at around 2 AM the previous night, trying to figure out why pi multiplied by the diameter squared over degrees twice the correct answer even though it was stated at the front pages that it was the correct formula (and even though I knew diameter was supposed to be radius...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was near 10 AM then, and I was nowhere feeling rested (even though I know I'm supposed to feel refreshed after that time). The blood in me was pumping, and I felt more and more tired by the minute. I stayed up till 12 AM that night only because I wanted to do something I felt like doing, which my parents eventually allowed me to do, and that is watch Anime. I fell asleep the second I hit the sack, and didn't wake up until 10 AM the next morning... to the fury of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1973431452210149950?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1973431452210149950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1973431452210149950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1973431452210149950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1973431452210149950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/12/shin-jikeru-hara-temo-tenoh-hell-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4466757400430975663</id><published>2006-11-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:13:06.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLINKENLIGHTS VIRUS&lt;br /&gt;Is an In-Built Windows Error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get a blue screen while doing your favorite thing on your computer, and it says this, you know you have a virus in your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Achtung!&lt;br /&gt;Alles turisten und nonteknischen lookenpeepers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Das maschine-kontrol ist nicht für der gefingerpoken und mittengraben! Oderwise ist easy to schnappen der springenwerk, blowenfusen und poppencorken mit spitzensparksen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Der maschine ist diggen bei experten only!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ist nicht für gewerken bei dummkopfen. Der rubbernecken sightseeren keepen das cottonpicken händer in das pockets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zo relaxen und watschen der blinkenlichten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the mock-German version of the blinkenlights error, an error that only occurs when the computer is being infected by a certain Trojan Horse with the same name, "BlinkenLights". The trojan installs into your computer without prior warning, and is totally undetectable by virus scans such as Ad-Aware, AVG and Com.Doc. This is because the Blinkenlights error is a virus that only made a recent release of itself - its origins traced back to the 1990s in the UK. Microsoft only recently discovered its existence - something that has been speculated by programmers for so long, but totally ignored by the world - and thus Microsoft is trying to create a vaccination for the virus, since todays computers were built upon the foundations of the first computers made, and since the virus has been existent from then, it is proving difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the virus has been existent from the first computers, Microsoft might have to reprogram the entire operating system series that they have released to far to challenge the blinkenlights virus. And because of this, Microsoft may have to withdraw the recent OS, Windows Vista, from stores for reprogramming purposes. Bill Gates has said that it may take 2 years to reprogram the entire OS with a different code but still achieve the same effect as it does now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for all this is that the trojan is a very dangerous virus - it steals information from the computer secretly and sends it to a masked computer which does not seem to even exist! Also, it installs a keylogger into the computer system, and if the Trojan can somehow be deleted, it will quickly install spyware into the computer and relocate to it, so that you delete the spyware instead of the trojan. How the virus has this ability to download from various online programs and relocate it's code is still unknown, but it is possible that it can control tasks between multiple computers so that the transfer is almost instant - between both the allegedly nonexistent computer, the internet and the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that if you ever experience the blue screen with the message above, immediately reinstall your copy of Windows and do not connect to the internet for at least one month. It is believed that from the source code of the blinkenlights virus, the allegedly nonexistent computer refreshes it's memory of infected computers once every 2,678,400 seconds, which is roughly a month and a day. It resends updates to the infected computers every 2,678,460 seconds, so every computer that is infected will receive a list of every infected computer. Through this, the infected computers send copies of the trojan to each other computer. Also, when the main computer sends the updates, it also sends encrypted and compressed commands to the trojan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be warned that the virus may linger in your computer after reinstallation. It seems to delete itself when the timed update does not reach it at the appointed time. Right now, it is the only way to delete the virus from your computer, but it may, in certain instances, reinfect your computer if reconnected to the internet. Please be on the alert for the symptoms of the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4466757400430975663?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4466757400430975663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4466757400430975663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4466757400430975663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4466757400430975663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/blinkenlights-virus-is-in-built-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8150138990151489593</id><published>2006-11-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:25:31.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Σ = 7Ω × 3⅝β(α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;κ)² ÷ μ ± 4κ7³ ± √(σρ × λ²⅞)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relevance has nothing to do with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen that crap anywhere before, its in this blog or on my Windows Live personal message. If it's been copied out anywhere - heck I don't care. Doesn't make sense to me, anyway - I pieced it together using etymology, algebra, summation simulations, linear simultaneous formulas, concept graphs and total layman crap. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Σ = 7Ω × 3⅝β(α²κ)² ÷ μ ± 4κ7³ ± √(σρ × λ²⅞)" is generally a term used to signify that whatever is at the beginning, is a summation of everything behind the equal sign. The algebra of the entire question is the substitutes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ω&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;β&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;κ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;μ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;σ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ρ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;λ&lt;/span&gt;), while the entire summation is equivalent to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Σ&lt;/span&gt;. The simulations include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;σ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ρ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;λ&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, while the formulas are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;β &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;α&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; respectively. The concept... well, the concept is what I said before. Everything behind the equal sign is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Σ.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I have to say for now. I'm looking for some new skin that is compatible with FireFox. I recently received an e-mail from one of my friends that was titled "firefox is for loosers". In it, was a one-sided flame-war on why Internet Explorer is "1337 hax0rz g0dly" and why FireFox is "n00bl3t".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, heres a piece of information for you - "Almost 78% of the combined internet usage of Asia and South America involves Mozzila FireFox. Internet Explorer, however, is only that much famous in North America, topping the scales at a 92%. This is the only factor remaining that makes Internet Explorer users fill in 57% of the internet-using population."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if everyone in North America were to suddenly be disconnected from the internet, FireFox will reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8150138990151489593?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8150138990151489593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8150138990151489593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8150138990151489593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8150138990151489593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-3-47-relevance-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-4159347087017708713</id><published>2006-11-23T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:51:12.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this 1337 thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm really sick of it. Just to prove how confusing it could be, I'm gonna type this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: You need to have studied Higher 1337 in school or at home, to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7|?(_)3 7|-|47 7|-|!5 !5 /\5 [0|\||=(_)5!|\|6 /\5 !7 !5' |3(_)7 7|-|!5 !5 7|-|[- |-|[]|2|2!|31[- 7\|/|o []|= \/\/|2!7!|\|6 7|-|[-\|/ (_)5[-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7h47 w45 c0nfu51n9? 7h15 15 7h3 51mplyf13d v3r510n 0f 1337 sp33k. 7h15 15 7h3 b453 r007 0f 1337, 7h3 b4r3 f0und4710n5 0f 7h3 3ncryp73d l4n9u493 wh1ch c4n b3 d3c1f3r3d 50 34s1ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, n dis is teh ubr noob lang. alot of ppl use dis lang becoz de othr langs r 2 confusin n r hard 2 understand. note d grammar n english, not much attention put in 2 it at al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis more noob de. easier to undr stnd. vry esy to lern aso. u shud tri it sm day. it rawkz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see, what pure English has turned into due to the computer age - and a certain word called encryption ([-|\||2!|o7!0|\| or 3ncryp710n or encrptn, or wth??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have to vent. Hope you liked the post. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-4159347087017708713?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4159347087017708713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=4159347087017708713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4159347087017708713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/4159347087017708713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-what-im-sick-of-this-1337.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8156827953085747997</id><published>2006-11-17T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:12:21.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The good things about being an MK&lt;br /&gt;And the bad things too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, this has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, OK, nothing. Well. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time Goes So Fast". The holidays are flying by. I was hoping I could spend a much longer time on Wolfenstein, but seems some people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; for the end of the holidays. The abnormality created by them did so much damage that I ended up in Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, wrong article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window-mode itself is a hack. It forces the game, which is built to fit screen, to size down, and any matter of forcing the game to do something different from what it usually does is considered pirate editing. Or in other words, hacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, dang. Wrong article again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the new books I bought the other day, my parents are crapping me out, telling me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;!! They are even threatening me that they will dismantle the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;danged&lt;/span&gt; computer if I don't!! And worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are calling me crazy for spending so much time on the computer. Time that I spend catching up on old friends whom I've hadn't had a chance to meet up with... Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialism is crazy to them. I wonder if madness and satanism are the same thing now... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8156827953085747997?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8156827953085747997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8156827953085747997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8156827953085747997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8156827953085747997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-things-about-being-mk-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-1965151549055896729</id><published>2006-11-15T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:55:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***NOTE!!: This was leeched from Jade's blog. My English and grammar aren't THIS bad!! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message : Can you name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head.Don't read the question underneath until you write down all the 11 people.this is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the name first.[**DO NOT CHEAT**]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.jonathan&lt;br /&gt;#2.eden&lt;br /&gt;#3.jade&lt;br /&gt;#4.amira&lt;br /&gt;#5.grace&lt;br /&gt;#6.raghav&lt;br /&gt;#7.mervin&lt;br /&gt;#8.amirah&lt;br /&gt;#9.matthew&lt;br /&gt;#10.rebecca&lt;br /&gt;#11.blaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;- thru maplestory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what would you do if you have never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;- then i'd never have a friend who actually knew what calculas was. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;- no, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what will you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- o.O u implying they're gay!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you think 1 is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;- =.= the questions get creepier... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. tell me somthing about number 11.&lt;br /&gt;- she is the last person on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how do you know 8?&lt;br /&gt;- shes my classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. would you ever go on a date with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- NO! i can't, anyway. she lives in america...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. whats 7 favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- i... have... no... idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what will you do if 2 confess to you that he/she like you?&lt;br /&gt;- like I said, the questions get creepier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. fact about 9.&lt;br /&gt;- he is one really GODDAMN GOOD HACKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. who is 6 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- no one. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. who is number 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;- the closest friend i had in maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. would you ever live with 11?&lt;br /&gt;- not if she lives in new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;- da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. how much does 3 mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;- she means as much to me as one gold coin means to a filthy rich banger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what do you think about 1?&lt;br /&gt;- helunoiise. thats what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. whats the best about number 8?&lt;br /&gt;- her sense of humour, and the way she looks at the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what do you dislike about number 10?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing yet, don't know her much anyway. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 11 things that i wanna them to do.&lt;br /&gt;1 - Oh gosh, I can tell them what to do!&lt;br /&gt;2 - What will I say? What SHOULD I say?&lt;br /&gt;3 - Oh gawd, this is exciting~&lt;br /&gt;4 - Lets see, what do I want them to do?&lt;br /&gt;5 - BAH~ the feeling of power!&lt;br /&gt;6 - Feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;7 - But what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;8 - Oh crap!&lt;br /&gt;9 - I'm runnin' out of space!&lt;br /&gt;10 - Lets see--!!!&lt;br /&gt;11 - NOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. oops, too bad. times up!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-1965151549055896729?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1965151549055896729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=1965151549055896729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1965151549055896729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/1965151549055896729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/message-can-you-name-11-people-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-2234701404954880141</id><published>2006-11-14T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:01:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with the article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my new next year school books yesterday. I would be reaching Secondary 2 cum the new year. Did a few sums in the math assessment book. Felt weird when I opened and actually looked into some of the new books. Felt like what I felt like when I opened this years' book earlier at the beginning of this year. Yeah, you know - the smell of new books, stationary (which consisted of a permanent marker pen, 4 drawing ink pens and 2 'B' type pencils!), and fresh new pages that I will have to spend my days next year hogging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting on math right now because I hope next year's math teacher will be the same as this year. That way, people can still fail and not get punished by their parents for being irresponsible in their studies. If I don't hope the teacher is the same, its like hoping the sun won't rise up tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that probability put aside, lets see if there is any possibility my old teacher will come back. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she is in Australia, so the options are: She comes back (1/2)/She stays there(1/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, thats half the probability that she will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back to Singapore: She will teach us (1/2)/She won't teach us (1/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the probability that she will come back to teach us is 1/2 * 1/2 = 1/4, or 25%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if: She takes the place/She misses the plane&lt;br /&gt;Or: She has money to get back/She doesn't have money to get back&lt;br /&gt;Or: She wants to see us/She doesn't want to see us because we are a bunch of annoying juveniles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats 1/2 * 1/2 * 1/2 * 1/4 = 1/32 of chances she will return. Scary ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention if she has problems with family there, refusal of cooperation by the airport staff, she has work to do, studies, being hunted down by the CIA, and INTERPOL, and Surrete, loan gangs... It can go as low as 1/2 to the power of 60!! That is, I am just guessing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I don't feel all that uncomfortable at the thought of going back. The feeling I got when I was brand new in the secondary school. Thats because the whole class is moving up together - we all stick to the same class. It's only at Secondary 3 that we split up. Its only at secondary 3 that our subjects separate us from the others - and from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats a year away now. Why would I want to trouble myself with things that haven't happened yet!? Ha ha, well, don't care - don't wanna' care. =) Most of them aren't social anyway. Especially the people grouped at the other end of the class... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, heck, the math assessment book is going gorgeous. Almost as easy as pie, though I have to admit, I don't know anything about making pie... Well then, see ya next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-2234701404954880141?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2234701404954880141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=2234701404954880141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2234701404954880141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/2234701404954880141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/incubus-this-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-7025564176784370698</id><published>2006-11-10T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:39:40.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I summon...&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOBOCO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo everyone. And a big fat "WASSUP?!" to you too. I've made some really cool pictures I didn't actually share until now. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4868/2302/1600/DoubleCrossings_jpeg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4868/2302/320/DoubleCrossings_jpeg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so, yeah. This skill here with a guy with red eyes is called the 'Double Crossings' (Trigun in Europe). What it does is attach an enemy (in this case, the Crimson) from a distance even if you are wielding a melee weapon, which, incidently, warriors can only wield. Don't mind my name though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this skill, you need to be a Dragoon Class (Spearman &gt; Dragon Knight &gt; Dark Knight &gt; Dragoon). Also, you must be wielding a pole-arm to make this particular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keystroke: Face enemy, W + WS + Skill Button + ATK click (Mouse Left/CTRL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4868/2302/1600/Lancing_jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4868/2302/320/Lancing_jpeg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the guy with the helmet. The skill is called 'Lancing' (Bullet Spear in Europe). Same thing as the Double Crossings, only this one works only when a spear is equipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this skill, you need to be a Dragoon Class (Spearman &gt; Dragon Knight &gt; Dark Knight &gt; Dragoon). Also, you must be wielding a spear to make this particular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keystroke: Face enemy, W +  Skill Button + ATK click (Mouse Left/CTRL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I have now... still working on my other ones. Till' next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-7025564176784370698?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7025564176784370698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=7025564176784370698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7025564176784370698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/7025564176784370698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-summon.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-799175363194961092</id><published>2006-11-08T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:58:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tri Link Trade of Spades&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt sent me a draft on whats happening to my MapleSEA account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From SpearmanMK&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alph0nse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Arshad says that you have to train on your own statics, and no funding should be provided for you. However, he has made a deal between Silva, you and me. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "No funding will be provided from level 10 to 30. If you reach level 30 by the end of this year (2006), funding will be provided for transport between Sixtopia and Ossyria. Also, funding will be provided for equipment(s) above or at the level of 35."&lt;br /&gt;    "All magician synthesis ores from both Silva and SpearmanMK will be transfered to you via the bank if you are in Ossyria, or the drop map (Game Room) if you are in Sixtopia. Also, all magician based items will be transfered to you regardless of level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "However"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "If funding is provided for transport between Sixtopia and Ossyria, the return trip's cost must be covered by yourself. Also, if funding is provided for equipment bought in Ossyria, 75% of the total purchased prices must be returned regardless of anything but under favour of sponser."&lt;br /&gt;    "If all magician synthesis ores have been transfered to you, you must transfer all warrior synthesis ores to SpearmanMK, and all bowman sysnthesis items to Silva. You must also transfer all warrior-based/bowman-based items to their respective parties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Please send me a reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;                            SpearmanMK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Silva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Arshad says that Alph0nse will have to train on his own league and statics, and thus no funding is to be provided to him. However, he has made a deal between you, me and Alph0nse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "No funding will be provided to Alph0nse from level 10 to 30. If he reaches level 30 by the end of this year (2006), funding will be provided for transport between Sixtopia and Ossyria. Also, funding will be provided for equipment(s) above or at the level of 35."&lt;br /&gt;    "All magician synthesis ores from both you and SpearmanMK will be transfered to Alph0nse via the bank if he is in Ossyria, or the drop map (Game Room) if he is in Sixtopia. Also, all magician based items will be transfered to him regardless of level from you and SpearmanMK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "However"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "If funding is provided to Alph0nse for transport between Sixtopia and Ossyria, the return trip's cost Will be covered by himself. Also, if funding is provided for equipment bought in Ossyria, 75% of the total purchased prices will be returned to SpearmanMK regardless of anything but under his favour."&lt;br /&gt;    "If all magician synthesis ores have been transfered to him, he will transfer all warrior synthesis ores to SpearmanMK, and all bowman sysnthesis items to you. He will also transfer all warrior-based/bowman-based items to their respective parties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Please send me a reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;                            SpearmanMK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Wish me luck on my mage. *oh shucks...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-799175363194961092?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/799175363194961092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=799175363194961092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/799175363194961092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/799175363194961092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/tri-link-trade-of-spades-wtf-matt-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-3200602996046257202</id><published>2006-11-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:34:20.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGWTFBBQ HAX!!!111one one eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its me, again. I have nothing to say - there is just NOTHING going on in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except that I finally reach level 36 with my Spearman... and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Flan Pocky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/flan-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: modern and offbeat&lt;br /&gt;East meets west... sweet meets salty.&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at bringing unusual combos together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Yes, its spam alright. And here  is my guide to the 5th Job Advancement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MESANA ISLAND&lt;br /&gt;Mesana Island's Advancement is probably the hardest, next to the Endless Chasm's. Once you have talked to your in-chargee, take one whole hour to travel to Mesana Island. Then talk to Kaine, and he will tell you to hunt 10,000 (yes, ten THOUSAND) Grande Mesana Feathers. You can give it to him slowly, in sets of 200. This will take a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you've collected all 10,000 feathers, head back to El-Nath and find Alcastor. Talk to him and he will forge you the Grande Mesana weapon (if you are a sniper, you will get a Grande Mesana Bow. If you are a dual weapon class, like Great Crusaders of Hellslayers, you will get BOTH weapons, i.e. Grande Mesana Sword + Grande Mesana Axe if you are a Great Crusader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, go to Ludibrium's Alpha Sector, which will allow you access to Beta Sector. In there, you have to fight 5 Alishars and one Zakum. As long as you beat the Alishars and/or manage to get a Dragoon's Mark from one of the Alishars, you don't have to worry about dieing. If you happen to die, you will NOT lose experience - but that is only if all the Alishars are dead, or you have the Dragoon's Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you maracilously defeated Zakum (like I did. Zakum there is overpowered, for your information), or you died, you will end up in Omega Sector. Get back to Alpha Sector and go back into Beta Sector. Talk to Thomas, and he will tell you to go meet a guy called Marcus Sleiger in Victoria (oh crap). Get back to Victoria and go deep into the Ant Tunnel, past the Falled Sanctuary, kill that Balrog in one hit, the one countless noobs are trying to kill aimlessly, and enter the Reverant Sanctuary (Covenant Sanctum in mapleSEA). Talk to Marcus, and he will tell you to kill 99 Balrogs (oh... my... god...). But don't fear - You don't need to be surrounded by idiotic noobs all day. Head back to Omega Sector (this is starting to cost money), and enter Beta Sector again. Slash Blast the super-powered Balrogs, and once you've killed 99 of them, head back to Victoria and talk to Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will tell you to meet up with your in-chargee (atleast this time you don't have to use money). Once you get there, your in-chargee will ask you which class route you want to take for the advancement. Choose one, and he will tell you to go to Mesana Island (ANOTHER HOUR... AGAIN!!!!!!!1!!11oneone eleven). Go to Kaine and he will tell you to go to the Torched Abyss and find a Physis Sanctum. Before that, repot in massive amounts. A full inventory of pots in less than enough, so after that, go deep into Mesana Tower, and you will eventually end up in a map full of Lopers. Find 2 Oversee Charms, and use one in the Physis Sanctum, which is just a few maps away. You will be able to enter a door into the final area you might ever see as a fifth Jober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, you will have to kill a Dragoon version of your job in-chargee. In other words, they will wear Dragoon armour, use Dragoon weapons (Polearms, TwoHanded Swords, Bows, Daggers, Staves) and use Dragoon spells (Dual Lightnings, Hellbringer, Okami [Blaziken], Refrost). This battle is much more tougher than the 3rd job Advancement, in which you just have o fight the darker side. I was a Dragon Knight when I advanced, and Sitting Bull's armour reduced my damage to as low as 980, at the least. His damage to me was more than 30k, and he summoned super-powered Crimson Balrogs that darkened, slowed, weakened and got in the way in more than every way thought possible by man. Its one hell of a fight, and it'll drain out all of your pots. I pulled through somehow, being a job lower, so you'd be able to get through if you did Ludibrium's advancement. The time you're given is 4 hours 45 minutes. It should be just about enough time to pull you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that torture is over, wipe your sweat, slam your head on the keyboard, punch the shoulder of the closest person near you and scream "I OWNZ U MAN!!!!!1111one one eleven 1" and talk to Kaine. Now he'll just tell you congratulations (THATS NOT ENOUGH YOU IDIOT!! YOU MADE ME WASTE 24.3 MILLION!!!) and to get back to Victoria and talk to your in-chargee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get back to Victoria and talk to your in-chargee, you will finally get the advancement to your next job. When you get your new skill book, I tell you, its gonna' be all worth it. Except you missing your lunch and dinner just to get a worthless status on a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ 1337 H4X0R!!!!!!!!!111!!11111!!!11one one eleven one thousand one hundred and one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-3200602996046257202?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3200602996046257202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=3200602996046257202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3200602996046257202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/3200602996046257202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/11/excellent-zomgwtfbbq-hax111one-one.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-6621117904322835611</id><published>2006-10-31T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:19:41.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arsh is Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo!! It's been some time since I blogged, and thats because of the lag... My bro has been downloading tons of anime and movies from ARES, and it's been stealing all my bandwidth and left me only a measly ping of 999...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever visited, then you might have noticed that the song-list has a few new additions -- all Full Metal Alchemist. It had struck me yesterday that FMA actually had a Music CD for itself, and 'Rewrite' wasn't that bad either. Now, my favourites are GunZ's Violin Trance, FMA's Rewrite, and Undo.  I'm now looking for Megaman Zero's "Thysis". Actually, I'm not really looking... I didn't even think of it till now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoop, holidats (yes, holidats) are here again!! Meaning I have the whole day to play and play and play and play and... eat... and sleep... and play and play and play and... uuurhh - my head hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhoo, if anyone is playing MapleSEA during the holidays, my name is SpearmanMK from Bootes, and I'll probably be at Orbis or El-Nath training!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-6621117904322835611?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6621117904322835611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=6621117904322835611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6621117904322835611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/6621117904322835611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/10/arsh-is-evil-hallo-its-been-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8269678440374162586</id><published>2006-10-12T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:35:06.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Basic Element in Alchemy&lt;br /&gt;Is Ion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its true, if you study Metal Alchemy to Year 10. For Fire Alchemy, the basic element is Ein, Water is Hyro (drop the 'd' from 'Hydro'), Earth is Djin, Ice is Oxiu, Wind is Kein and Biochem is 'Bio'. Urh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've (Me, Kyle, Humptaman and Matt) put up a new blog thats familiar to people we know - that is, &lt;a href="http://curseoftime.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter's Reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We have also put up a link to the left, for easy viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The password is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'refrost'&lt;/span&gt;, no caps or spaces or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for that matter. The RadioBlog takes a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long time to load, so if you want to hear what little tracks I have, hear it from here - we post here too ya'know. Only thing, Matt and Humptaman will be posting often in Winter's Reign. Most of my posts will be here. The blog still belongs to me though, so all my info is there as well - and I can delete whatever I want. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8269678440374162586?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8269678440374162586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8269678440374162586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8269678440374162586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8269678440374162586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/10/basic-element-in-alchemy-is-ion-well.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-8878144873229321559</id><published>2006-10-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:50:48.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIS&lt;br /&gt;Clan Info System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I just can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rkaifr)&lt;br /&gt;Name:    Red Kaifers&lt;br /&gt;Colour:    Red&lt;br /&gt;Size:    152 members (Large)&lt;br /&gt;Founders:    Royal Pavilion of Blackthorn&lt;br /&gt;Top Members:    Deithell, Juino, Irun, Iris, Rukairo&lt;br /&gt;Element(s):    Metal, Fire, Bio (Chemist), Bio (Mechanic)&lt;br /&gt;Alliances:    MegaLithium&lt;br /&gt;Rivalry:    Blue Knights, Teal Gefreighters, Outlaws&lt;br /&gt;Consistancy:    Engineers, Alchemists, Biochemics, Mechanics, Lesser Crusaders, Magicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bknigt)&lt;br /&gt;Name:    Blue Knights&lt;br /&gt;Colour:    Blue&lt;br /&gt;Size:    95 members (Big)&lt;br /&gt;Founders:    Atlanta's Frostburg UberKaine&lt;br /&gt;Top Members:    Kanta, Alphonse, Vladmir&lt;br /&gt;Element(s):    Ice (Alchemy)&lt;br /&gt;Alliances:    Teal Gefreighters&lt;br /&gt;Rivalry:    Red Kaifers, Outlaws&lt;br /&gt;Consistancy:    Alchemists, Paladins, Crusaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tlgefr)&lt;br /&gt;Name:    Teal Gefreighters&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Bright Blue/Metal Green&lt;br /&gt;Size:    10 members (Tiny)&lt;br /&gt;Founders:    Ion Reavers (EarthRealm)&lt;br /&gt;Top Members:    Amanda, Kai, Arsh&lt;br /&gt;Element(s):    Bio (Mechanic), Bio (Chemist), Ion Tech&lt;br /&gt;Alliances:    Blue Knights, MegaLithium&lt;br /&gt;Rivalry:    Outlaws&lt;br /&gt;Consistancy:    Chemists, SoulLinkers, Mechanics, Magicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meglith)&lt;br /&gt;Name:    Mega Lithium&lt;br /&gt;Colour:    Dark Blue/Black&lt;br /&gt;Size:    23 members (Small)&lt;br /&gt;Founders:    Circle of Twelve&lt;br /&gt;Top Members:    Raghav, Sarah, Armos&lt;br /&gt;Element(s):    Lightning, Bio (Chemist), Fire&lt;br /&gt;Alliances:    Teal Gefreighters, Red Kaifers&lt;br /&gt;Rivalry:    Outlaws&lt;br /&gt;Consistancy:    Snipers, Hunters, Chemists, Magicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(outlw)&lt;br /&gt;Name:    Out Laws&lt;br /&gt;Colour:    White/Greyish White&lt;br /&gt;Size:    7 members (Tiny)&lt;br /&gt;Founders:    Original X-Laws&lt;br /&gt;Top Members:    Horrace, Boris, Natasha&lt;br /&gt;Element(s):    Holy (Pura)&lt;br /&gt;Alliances:    None&lt;br /&gt;Rivalry:    Red Kaifers, BloodElves, Teal Gefreighters&lt;br /&gt;Consistancy:    Paladins, Priestess, Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutral List --&lt;br /&gt;First Neutral: (Colour Brown)&lt;br /&gt;Eden (102), Irfan (98), Raghav (98), Amira (87), Yvon (85), Arsh (79), Ling (72), Argon (72), Krokonoun (70)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Neutral: (Colour Yellow)&lt;br /&gt;Descant (95), Rufus (78), Hana (75), Marco (70), Meba (69), Subi (69), Arke (57), Azela (52), Etna (50), Rydus (49), Tori (43), Valez (97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Neutral: (Colour Purple)&lt;br /&gt;Adaigo (278), Bruno (275), Mina (261), Yuna (258)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-8878144873229321559?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8878144873229321559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=8878144873229321559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8878144873229321559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/8878144873229321559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/10/cis-clan-info-system-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-683873311836334630</id><published>2006-10-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:04:11.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testing Beta'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-TEST!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reqeite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reqeite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reqeite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reqeite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reqeite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reqeite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reqeite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reqeite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Reqeite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reqeite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reqeite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reqeite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Optical Illusions below!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-683873311836334630?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/683873311836334630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=683873311836334630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/683873311836334630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/683873311836334630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/10/test-reqeite.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-116045920573729398</id><published>2006-10-10T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:46:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Through the Eyes&lt;br /&gt;of a Meba Blocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all, hows it going? Tomorrow is my final exam (Science), and I'm nervous - I haven't even picked the Science Textbook up for revision!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, today will be based on optical illusions. All of the images were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/"&gt;OpticIllusions&lt;/a&gt;. Here goes --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/illusions/penrose-impossible-triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/illusions/penrose-impossible-triangle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Normally, an illusion like this would seem impossible to make. But I'll make myself clear - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is definitly possible to make this triangle!!&lt;/span&gt; For one thing, the side that seems to connect to the top of the rightmost side &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n't&lt;/span&gt; lying on the table. Heres what I got when I looked at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Identifying process -- triangle]&lt;br /&gt;Error 409: Invalid Dimension&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/optical_illusions_images_2/images/whichwayblocks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/optical_illusions_images_2/images/whichwayblocks.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it - process identification can be really naff. Like for this picture too, on the right. How many cubes can you see? I saw 6 -- The process saw 6 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; 7. Actually, the answer is 6. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Identifying process -- square c]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enickt Angle: Top (45 deg)&lt;br /&gt;6 Cubes Seen&lt;br /&gt;6 Invalid Proportions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enickt Angle: Under (45 - 47 deg)&lt;br /&gt;7 cubes seen&lt;br /&gt;3 Invalid Proportions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just so you know, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invalid Proportion&lt;/span&gt;' means '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exagerated&lt;/span&gt;', or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extra&lt;/span&gt;'. Heres another one, but for this, the process seemed to identify it correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/illusions/circlespiral2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/illusions/circlespiral2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the left, you'll see a spiral that moves continuously in. No matter how hard you look, a spiral is a spiral. Or is it? This sis what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Identifying Process - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circle pi&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definite Angle -- Inward Circular&lt;br /&gt;Enickt Angle: Unknown (2 - 3.75 deg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dual Proportion Level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (000059, 058FFA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try and figure it out. Put your oily finger on the computer screen and trace out one of the lines - you'll find that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go inward, but are actually circles! The image's inward standing (the strands of black and red that seem to shrink near the center) causes us to thing that the circles are also moving inward. And plus, the added dual colouring (Thats Dual Proportion thingy) of the circles make it seem they are spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now heres another one. Calk Art, on the side walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/chalk-art/julian-beever-globe-chalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/chalk-art/julian-beever-globe-chalk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is true!&lt;/span&gt; Seems 3D, don't it? Well, then tell your brain to change it's perspective. Its because of that that it seems 3D. In truth, it's actually all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2D&lt;/span&gt;. Want to know the facts? Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Identifying Process - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisector&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Entrack E70 deg process instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enickt Angle: Top (38.257 deg) [Human ht]&lt;br /&gt;Circular Immutation (pi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enickt Angle: Side (23.25 deg)&lt;br /&gt;Irregular Bisector (alpha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, the side reading was from this picture below, which should explain it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/chalk-art/chalk-globe-from-side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/chalk-art/chalk-globe-from-side.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. As you can see, its an ordinary bisector. Looks 3D because of the shading and angle. Hows that for a wake-up call to your optics!? And below is the most amazing optical illusion you'll ever see in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Wait for it...---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/funny/images/kitty_pop_tarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com/funny/images/kitty_pop_tarts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! Hope you enjoyed this special Optical Illusion Edition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-116045920573729398?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/116045920573729398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=116045920573729398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/116045920573729398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/116045920573729398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-through-eyes-of-meba-blocker.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-116022604323108263</id><published>2006-10-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:00:44.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/1855/1600/The%20MebaKnight-jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/1855/320/The%20MebaKnight-jpeg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The MebaKnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;luvin this quote&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 90 Mage - Level 70 I/L&lt;br /&gt;Level 3 Arch Magus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah... Oooohkay, its still the same me - just the different name. Though MebaKnight is an original (inspired by the sinsational SubiKnight). The quotation -- well, heh... Couldn't think of one. The display picture is genuine - hand crafted with paint. Explains the grand beautiful details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohkay, anyhoo, I've been writing down about my examinations in my... Ul-timate (shifts books and pushes down papers) War-fare (opens drawers and messes up papers) Collec- (pushes the entire table down) -tion, there it is! Here are the entires:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;OPEN FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, the dreaded English examinations - without it, theres no Secondary 2. The composition paper was good - seemed like I was the only one who read the entire thing. The actual paper was closer to hard than to easy - especially selective vocabulary. But al long as its all over, we have one less thing to dread. Tomorrow is HMT - and its one I know I can try in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes from the Humptaman - HMT stands for Higher Mother Tongue. And as Arsh here has said, without a passing grade in English (thats above a C5), no one can get to Secondary 2 Express stream. Instead, they will hang you down by one year (repeat Secondary 1 again), or they will dump you in the Normal Academic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from Matt - Arsh got the idea of Open Fire from the fact that it was the first exam paper, and no one would have a single idea how difficult (or if you're lucky, easy) it is. 'Selective Vocabulary' is just his own posh was of mentioning 'Fill In The Blanks With The Proper Word. Wrong Tenses And Spelling Errors Will Be Penalised', or in short, just Vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;HAWKER DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mother Tongue test really got to me. The composition was especially hard - exposition and letter-writing. Atleast it wont be so bad tomorrow - Mathematics is the one and only subject people can get a 100 cert in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Wayne drew a really wacky face and accidentally tied it up with his compositions!! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes from the Humptaman - As you can imagine, Arsh - who speaks alot of 'Engrish' and hardly much Tamil - would be having a hard time in this test. He never really worked on his expositions, mainly because - godamiit - his teachers never really went through the thing. '100 Cert' is a posh way of saying 100 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from Matt - Being a really good *cough*professional*cough* at Literature, I think Arsh included 'letter-writing' as an irony. Also, his idea of 'Hawker Down' supposedly came from the fact that "his flight over uncharted territory", or to say it in simple terms, the expositions. He never really studied the topic (even for English), but still took the question anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from Raevan - I have to admit, that face Wayne drew really was funny.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;CROSSROADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the Mathematics paper then ended the week!! I crapped out at the last question - you have to pick one to do, and leave another question there. I picked the second one, which turned out to be so hard I just KNEW I had gotten the wrong answer. Then I flipped when I saw the first one. It was so easy I could have done it in Primary 3. Just fractions and percentages!! I gacked and did that question, scratching the other question out like a chicken looking for worms in the ground. Sigh, the next exam, on Monday, is Literature. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes from the Humptaman - Its a fact that fractions ARE percentages, and thus could have been learnt by anyone above Primary 3. But - take into account - but the percentages involved compound and simple intrests. The wrong answer, in the case of that second question, Arsh wrote was 0.00964 cubic metre -- to fill up a pavement with sides 11 to 8 metres, each with a height of 0.5 metres, along a path 25 metres long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from Matt - Hell, I don't need to explain this. Crossroads is from Arsh's experience that not "every first thought is the best" -- something his psychology teacher told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from Raevan - Spam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay - Thats the entries for now. I'll let the other fella's do some explaining on them if they find the need. I usually write in a cryptic way - but blogs are different. Blogs are public. Availible to everyone. And I'm not everyone - to understand a common language over a repeated amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey - thats why I created Thanatos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/MebaKnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-116022604323108263?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/116022604323108263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=116022604323108263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/116022604323108263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/116022604323108263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/10/mebaknight-luvin-this-quote-level-90.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862852.post-115958138383018519</id><published>2006-09-30T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T09:56:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habbo Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Is sucking in my dollars!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its true. Habbo Hotel sucked in my $18 for a few measly 'furni'. But heck, it sure gives youa sense of accomplishment. If you want to find my room, go to Habbo Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search my username Arsh&lt;br /&gt;Enter Room No. 57. NOT the hideout. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out - [A]GhostSHELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862852-115958138383018519?l=pyro-cleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/feeds/115958138383018519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862852&amp;postID=115958138383018519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/115958138383018519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862852/posts/default/115958138383018519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyro-cleric.blogspot.com/2006/09/habbo-hotel-is-sucking-in-my-dollars.html' title=''/><author><name>[[ArsH]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841239908940214001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
