<?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-4944487596556200122</id><updated>2011-09-29T03:12:00.906+08:00</updated><category term='Winter nights.'/><title type='text'>What is done, can be undone.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-2453418337536585559</id><published>2011-02-13T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:03:24.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Figured I'd come to do some posting, otherwise what's this for that I created? Back to topic, I've been contemplating the very same issue for weeks lately, and I figured I'd just say sorry for the recent behavior to both sides; since I'd think I would be the one wholly at fault for this incident, its been weighing down on me so much I thought I'd just apologize, truth be told, I value the friendship, but then I guess things cannot go back to the same as they are now; well, I'm done here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-2453418337536585559?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2453418337536585559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2453418337536585559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2011/02/figured-id-come-to-do-some-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-88562400888360888</id><published>2011-02-02T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:26:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Done a bit of thinking here and there these few days, and yet I'm still lost in my thoughts; half the time I don't even know what the heck I'm doing, and the other half I spent thinking on whether I'm really prepared on what is to come and pursued. No one in my family understood what I wanted, they would think the things that is required of me to do in order to seek what I want is useless and a waste of time, yet I think it meaningful. Now my mind is totally shut off, I can't even think as well as I could in the past, am I getting retarded? Perhaps, perhaps not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;For the recent troubles that I have, I'm glad I could find someone who could finally understand me in my situation and thanks to that person a great load of burden is off me, just glad that I could talk about almost anything to that person that I could not find under normal circumstances; Now, volunteer work has officially started, just need to dedicate the time into it. During the time I was there this morning, I felt wonderful to be in the company of animals, it just seemed so peaceful. But as to whether I really am prepared for it, I just hope I do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-88562400888360888?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/88562400888360888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/88562400888360888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2011/02/done-bit-of-thinking-here-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-6527166261891687535</id><published>2011-01-01T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:13:55.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Its hell of a surprising how I can actually sit in front of my desktop and do this again - of course, unless I had anything to lament or even talk about, I wouldn't even step in here to do nonsense blogging. New Year's, as it is officially now, 5 minutes to 2 am. Recounting everything, I realized nothing good in my life actually happens; not much practically, and I'm unlucky as hell - shit you not, its the truth. The worse to this shit, was actually electronics, can you believe it? Every time I buy a desktop especially a custom rig, shit happens, and then someone will keep ranting; but then, whats the use of explaining, they never understand why I'm doing this. Mights well let them rant all they want. And now who knows whether I might even need to fork out extra money if there's any error detected. Fuck. The past year's been pretty bad for me, I just hope whatever happens within my body is just a false sign, god's willing, I pray it is so. Another thing was that I'm literally sick and tired of hypocrisy and shit like that - you got a problem, tell me straight in the face, I don't need to be purposely left out of anything just because I don't join you guys often now? Damn you, we know the real reason behind this. Before you even start saying anything, lets get this straight: it may be my fault that I don't join you guys most of the time now is because I wouldn't expect the same thing like last time, or at least left me a message or anything, thats what phones and MSN are for. Moreover, I guess you never know what the feeling of coming in uninvited feels like, because you never felt that before, obviously, and I'm really sick and tired. If thats the way you want it to be, then fine, let it be, I can't be bothered anymore, really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-6527166261891687535?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/6527166261891687535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/6527166261891687535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-hell-of-surprising-how-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1086379553882617932</id><published>2010-07-28T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:33:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its been so long. So long since I last saw you and it really brings memories back; especially how we got to know each other, from going into a relationship till present, there's joy and sorrow involved, so much emotions, even though ours ended up in a way that is so much not worth it. Somehow, every time I look at you, my heart races, even though its been a long while since we last met. During these years since that time, I may have liked others and not even knowing what exactly do I even want, especially from my heart. Now, recently the times when I see you, I already know, where I should go. There are times when I wanted to tell you how I feel towards you, and that I really wanted us to be together; wanted to make your heart open to me. But this time, even though I cant guarantee anything, but I'll try my best to make you more loved than your previous'. And now, lately you've been on my mind, images running back and forth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1086379553882617932?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1086379553882617932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1086379553882617932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-8901994196419166072</id><published>2010-06-20T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:20:11.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some things, can never happen twice, and once you missed it, its too late for regrets. Having been through almost everything, I can't say I'm actually underwent tons of things up till now, but at least now, I know where my heart truly lies, how painful it is to experience this. But, no matter what, giving up the very person you hold dear to another, is a heart-wrenching thing. Although its a bit late for me to realize this, but at least its a feeling that everyone has to go through. I don't know when all this started; hell, it could have been right at the beginning when it started. How it became a diversion tactic, I don't know. Alright, its mean to even use the word diversion, it could be because my mind wasn't sorted out fully. Now that the parties have known where they lie, its probably better for them, at least I know shes in good hands, and with that said, I can finally let go one of my many burden and go on to accomplish what I had always dreamed of, provided that I have the resolve to even finish what i started. Crap, did I feel something wet on my eyes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-8901994196419166072?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8901994196419166072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8901994196419166072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-things-can-never-happen-twice-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-4127054173119244006</id><published>2010-06-17T22:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:55:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know I shouldn't post this up because this is gonna be quite sensitive to some people, but I think certain things need to be straightened out once and for all. First and foremost, I'd want to apologize to the people around me for the attitude I'd shown lately, and whatever things that are going to be mentioned next, might gonna cause havoc and a great deal of misunderstanding; since I'm typing out whatever comes to my mind right now, and I'm not even clear headed doing this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Giving the excuse of saying that I've got no mood to talk is actually a farce; truth is, I don't want to talk. Why? I don't know if they've actually noticed something from my actions, but I feel left out, all the time. As the saying goes, "Nothing lasts forever"; in the Chinese term of phrasing, it says "There's no never-ending banquet in this world". That means at some point, sooner or later you'll be left out, no matter in what situations, of course, I don't even know if such terms should even be appropriate in this, but when it's time for you to disappear, you just have to; for it is the nature of things: all things come and go, its a matter of balance. To be honest, given my nature, I never had many friends within my circle, I only had four friends during secondary school days, one of which sabotaged me in a certain way, and I was the subject of jokes back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's probably that of the sabotaging incident that I stopped trusting anyone totally; or was it at an earlier date? I don't know. No one around me can be trusted since young - only trust in yourself, put too much trust on other people and you end up falling harder than you can imagine. But, trusting aside, this one is totally a separate matter. I always had a feeling that I don't belong in a particular group, like my presence could hardly make a difference whenever I'm with them, always watching and listening to them talk about things, because I totally had nothing to talk with them about; and even that aside, they were closed knitted within them, it suddenly made me feel so..lost; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;its like that no matter what I say or what I do in front of them, it doesn't really matter at all, I know putting it this way is wrong, since there are certain things that don't really concern me so I don't have to be such a nosy parker and poke my nose into everything they do, or that stuff that sometimes really meant to be private and I want a share of it, it just doesn't seem to be right - of course, its obvious to understand what that meant (This wasn't meant to be offending, it's just that the words that were supposedly to correctly describe the this just got lost in my mind).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't say that my plight is pitiful - others could have been suffering much worse than I do, and besides, saying such things in this is one thing, it was never meant to show people that I needed pity or empathy; let me tell you, fuck that. I hated such feelings - it only serves to tell me I'm not worth anything, that demeans who I really am, and such feelings are hypocritical in this situation, it just tantamount that I'm like a stray animal that needs to be pitied on. Of course, saying myself to be free of hypocrisy would be false - no mortal is a pure saint, nor a complete sinner; even I myself, who hates hypocrites, am sometimes being hypocritical myself; thats the irony of it - it always serves. Sometimes I think being alone would be so much nicer than being with a bunch of friends - but are you able to pull out completely? No one is able to, especially when you get used to having at least a couple of people around you and then you totally get ignored or cut off from them, there's a sense of loss - but how long it lasts, nobody knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its true that sometimes I seek attention with all my supposedly are-you-trying-to-be-funny actions, but now I'm starting to think its stupid to do all these things. If I'm really being cast aside, no amount of attention seeking actions or whatsoever stuff will bring me back there. Of course, at the end of all this things that I've typed out and a few dozens I haven't listed out, since it'll further agitate any who reads this, how many will be offended, how many will truly be regarded as friends, and how many I-don't-know type of feelings will pop out. But whatever it is, if its meant to end up this way, so be it; trying to salvage it will be much worse than before; even though its a bit hard to break it off should the worse scenario occur, time will heal the superficial wounds and leave a scar in the deeper ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-4127054173119244006?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4127054173119244006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4127054173119244006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-i-shouldnt-post-this-up-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1577872420971046721</id><published>2010-04-23T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:18:44.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About time I updated this shit; tons of things have been going on and off. And I shit you not; some things are relatively sensitive its not mention-able. But after these things, I realised I had a lot to learn, whether in regards to religion or to my interests. I am sick and tired of following the crowd, always pretending to be someone who is not even a slightest representative of myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course, this just doesn't come out randomly from one of my especially emo crap occasions; its just that I've been noticing that the company that I used to hang out with has been getting lesser; its as though..well, I couldn't find a proper word to describe it, especially the choice of words will determine the outcome of whatever is gonna happen. And I start to think to myself: was it me who has strayed from them, or have they strayed from me instead? I'd prefer it on both sides, since it takes two hands to clap. If one happens, and the other reciprocates, then there's no choice about it and just move on. But then again, there's always this emptiness in me..and I'm not looking into it right now, since whatever's meant to be, it is going to be, nothing you do can change the fact. And sometimes meddling in it hastens the process instead of preventing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1577872420971046721?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1577872420971046721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1577872420971046721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-time-i-updated-this-shit-tons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-2868130942434980615</id><published>2010-02-25T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:16:24.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haven't been bothered to blog lately, and have too little time in my hands to bother to do it; either. Lately its been a very bad time for me - stress pops up from four corners of the earth, and staying at home for a minute is really bringing me pain. I just don't know how much more I can take before I start to have a mental breakdown; no one in my family really understands me, and I've been quite an irritating one among my friends. Sometimes I think - is it better to keep my mouth shut and speak only when I'm needed to to avoid being a nuisance? Yes, that might help, since nothing good comes out of my mouth when I speak. And I feel so much drained out of life, I wish I'd take a sleep forever and leave behind everything I have at present - it'd be so much more carefree for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend told me that I'm jealous about another when hes so much more sociable and how much of a great guy he is, and yes, I do feel that, but that slightest hint of jealousy is envy; but perhaps things are what it is. I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about now; and every time I'm at home I feel like crying, but given my nature, it's impossible to do so. And I have thought it out - now is the time for me to wake up, and rush my GPA to at least a 3.85 or 3.9, and work my way towards my long term goal. And if I fail, that means I've tried my best, but knowing myself, I'll kill myself if I failed at that stage; but then I'll hold one of my educators as a model and strive, provided my laziness gets off me first.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-2868130942434980615?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2868130942434980615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2868130942434980615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-been-bothered-to-blog-lately-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-4579586599877684839</id><published>2010-01-14T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:48:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm really tired lately, both physically and mentally. I have plenty of things to talk about, as well. Firstly, its about my mom. I could understand her worries for me, but this is getting me more and more insane; she's stereotyping this and that, I just can't stand it anymore; can't hang out normally like others do. If I stayed at home, I'd get scolded for facing the computer for the whole day, if I went out, I'd still get scolded either way. Just what the hell am I supposed to do, sit at home and do nothing? How am I different from a god damned prisoner? Just take the recent night cycling for example, its not the first time I actually went overnight, and I already told her in advance that I will be doing that again, and when the day came, she just ranted at me, and just told my family members about it. For god's sake, I know who and what company I'm mixing with, and I always drew a clear line between them. Now, I never even talk to her more than just a word or two (not like I talked to her much before that anyway); she just simply doesn't trust me, and I don't trust her that much, or any other of my relatives as well - its just kind of an in-family thing, though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Secondly, it lies within the circle of relatives, family and friends. I seriously can't trust anyone of them much, and my relatives? Though a few dote on me, its more towards pity than the former - I simply can't stand it, I'm always a subject of despise, my cousins don't like me, and I never liked them much either. Don't mention gatherings - I don't even want to attend as well, I simply can't click with them. Friends was another matter, I'm a nuisance, a fly amongst them, and I can't tell anyone stuff, except Alena, though. Shes the only one I feel comfortable talking to. But then again, I'm sure she finds me irritating at times, so yea, that's just the way it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, for the third, it's about the girl I like now - I don't know what to say to her most of the time; no matter how hard I try to think of things to talk about, I'm always stuck there, no idea how to get closer to her. Although shes not your usual type of girl that most guys would go after - gentle, demure and blah blah blah, but when shes pissed sometimes, shes really kind of..adorable. She has more qualities though, but I just find her..cute, in a way, despite certain flaws in her. But, one has to accept the other's flaws if he really likes her, yes? But the only thing is, I just feel that she doesn't want to talk to me, always avoiding me. Well, maybe I thought too much,  but thats about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-4579586599877684839?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4579586599877684839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4579586599877684839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-really-tired-lately-both-physically.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-8007082318926879617</id><published>2009-12-07T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:13:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, since I told Eileen that I'll post up something uh, enlightening today, I'll just post one up anyway. Saturday's preaching session of a particular Corinthians chapter's verse left me wondering, although I recall that being Corinthians, which says that "knowledge builds up, but love addifies." This made me realize that without love, there would be no knowledge. Without love, there's no amount of knowledge that could be a substitute. It is love and passion that drives us to learn, to seek our answers; to love others and yourself, to learn more about them and yourself through love. Of course, thats what I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another thing came to my mind as well, although this has been quite awhile and that I just cant be bothered to blog it out; from the past histories of wars and such, I have noticed patterns in these wars that set me thinking:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Wars fought with a purpose brings two possibilities;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One brings hope, the other brings anguish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the better or for the worse, only the people know it well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cries of victory and defeat heard across the land,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neither chaos is quelled or unification for order is done;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are wars necessary to create peace while in others suffer in the midst?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, that sums it up, although I cant get a phrase for the other; next time perhaps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-8007082318926879617?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8007082318926879617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8007082318926879617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-since-i-told-eileen-that-ill-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-8984907304672499598</id><published>2009-12-03T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:00:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lately, I don't know what the hell's with me; I've been wearing double faces and alternating between home and school, but thats not all, I'm a bit troubled here and there in other matters. And more so, I've been getting nightmares - and its something I don't wake up on with immediate stimulation - I'll just keep on dreaming, like a drama that kept on going with the storyline. I cant place my finger on it, but everything just feels so real, like its happening to me soon enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-8984907304672499598?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8984907304672499598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8984907304672499598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/12/lately-i-dont-know-what-hells-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1804807096709065963</id><published>2009-11-29T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:26:29.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad is the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its been awhile, again, so I'll just say whatever's happened within the week, beginning from Tuesday. What happens was this, I met Samantha once more, like ages since I last saw her. Shes gone more prettier since like 2-3 years ago, and slimmed down quite a bit although she just keeps saying that shes fat, but oh well. Then on Friday, went out early to Eileen's house just to have steamboat, her parents and her brother were quite the entertainers, thrash talkers to be exact, especially Martin (cheers, dude). And the worst part was, the next day which was yesterday, totally flunked my damned poster presentation, stuttered and paused for quite awhile, forgot this and that, and one of my assessors who's a china woman actually got a chance to shoot me down like a repeating anti-aircraft gun. And the looks on the assessors? It's horrid, its like they look so bored and just before I started presenting, they asked me to cut short, so I have to come out with lots of stuff in my mind on how to make it ASAP. Now I have to worry about the damned PP results, just pray that they pass me, have no wish to repeat doing this stuff all over again. And, today, I just got a damned cold. As I'm typing out word by word now, my nose is like a leaking tap and I'm sneezing all the way. God bless, sheesh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1804807096709065963?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1804807096709065963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1804807096709065963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-is-day.html' title='Sad is the day..'/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-5765946893359831571</id><published>2009-11-14T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:57:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactivation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weeks and weeks of offline, surprised I'm back on? Since barely anyone reads this, I'm quite surprised too. A lot of things happened, times of joy and anguish, but never talked about it, and I'm too lazy to. Lately I've been addicted to something...something that only a few knows, besides that, I'm starting to feel a sense of void. I just can't place a finger on it, but it seems the call for religion has come. True or not, we'll see about that, but for now I'll just experience it, been a long time since I last stepped into a church, say, twelve years? Yes, twelve years, and we'll see how it goes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-5765946893359831571?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5765946893359831571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5765946893359831571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/11/reactivation.html' title='Reactivation.'/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-5793092106366755669</id><published>2009-04-27T07:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:06:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, its been a while again - another "while" so long, it feels like ages since I last did this. Never bothered much to do postings like this now, since no one's looking at it, and I seriously need an overhaul on the skin, which the html codes could really piss me off for someone not experienced in codings like me, or maybe even kill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least now I might be doing postings here and on xanga, since school time is on, before start of lessons. And, to start rambling on first week lessons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biochemistry - not bad, at least its  still managable for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genetics - Hardest subject for a compulsory, and it really sucks to come up a topic so hard it got me out of point for first lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microbiology - easiest out of the five, and quite a number of decent looking girls to look at &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Materials Science - One word - shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemistry - quite alright as well, no idea how long I can hold on since I suck horribly at chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-5793092106366755669?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5793092106366755669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5793092106366755669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-its-been-while-again-another-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-2488459458834199576</id><published>2009-03-04T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:58:08.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, since I haven't been up to post and I have a nasty habit of doing that over time, (no idea why I started out at the first place) I just decided to put something randomly up once in a blue moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wonder I am really that irritating to others; or maybe I really just that irritating to them, always saying hi and all, texting them, hoping to get a reply from them or whatsoever. Maybe they are just really busy as they claim, or maybe they are just finding an excuse not to talk to me, not to mention meeting up. Guess I'm hated just that much huh. I'm not one for words, so I shan't and can't talk much for this, or just about anything. Perhaps this is what people don't like about me; cutting off the conversation after a few sentences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-2488459458834199576?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2488459458834199576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2488459458834199576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-since-i-havent-been-up-to-post-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-729391799758495286</id><published>2009-02-15T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:31:35.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn it, was supposed to be blogging here very early on, but got caught up in Left 4 Dead, so, yea, ended up having to post this in the middle of the night. -_-" Anyways, yes, its been a long time since my last entry here, but since NO one else would be taking a look at my entries, I guess posting once in a long while shouldn't do any harm. Well, here's the scoop. Though I don't know about other branches of Harvey Norman stores, but apparently, don't be fooled by the one in Parkway Parade; its a bloody scam of prices. Harvey Norman has been boasting about how its prices in electronics - Tellies especially - is much cheaper than what Best Denki has to offer. But then, it turns out the opposite. I went to Harvey at PP's, and it seems that the Panasonic 37" LCD is priced at $1999, and Best's is 1399, with a little more offer than what Harvey has. Two same models, but difference of 600 bucks. Yea, even I can't believe it just now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, HELLO HARVEY, if your gonna boast about how cheap your products are from Best, wisen up before you start labelling prices - or at least check what your rivals are placing their's at - otherwise your gonna lose your customers to them, especially since they are opposite you. Dumbasses. Oh well, too tired to go on; so see yer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-729391799758495286?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/729391799758495286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/729391799758495286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-it-was-supposed-to-be-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-154850548845866764</id><published>2009-01-31T20:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:59:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Woolala, Howdy! I know, been ages since I last posted one post on this site, and it aint any better on the other as well, but correction: make it centuries, just to make it more exaggerating on how long has it been since the last post. Anyways, holidays are up, three months holiday before school reopens and get me promoted to year two. Of course, its gonna be pictures for the rest of it. So eh...first time doing such things for it (Oh well). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297439598882359266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuoRRMidIw0/SYRJP4Z4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PnYO3gaNkcM/s320/100_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297439863263678530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuoRRMidIw0/SYRJfRTTUEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r7Tdq2Kmjw4/s320/100_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297440103939562418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuoRRMidIw0/SYRJtR4527I/AAAAAAAAAAs/060uwoUpDg0/s320/100_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anyways, I only uploaded these three pictures; I'll update on the next post I am gonna do, see yer around till then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-154850548845866764?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/154850548845866764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/154850548845866764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2009/01/woolala-howdy-i-know-been-ages-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_IuoRRMidIw0/SYRJP4Z4h-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/PnYO3gaNkcM/s72-c/100_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1473908441071800797</id><published>2008-12-26T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:01:02.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, sorry peeps, been too lazy to post on this site, more hardly than ever, so I shall remain dead on this site - quite dead. But I'll still respond to chat logs here and there from time to time, only just that posts will be quite dead. Maybe I'll post things up once in a blue moon, but until then, toodles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1473908441071800797?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1473908441071800797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1473908441071800797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-sorry-peeps-been-too-lazy-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-5987088243245304759</id><published>2008-12-08T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:33:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok, now I feel like a complete idiot blogging after all this time and at this time of the night, only to say it out loud that I ACTUALLY got another blog off another site. It seems like I got nothing better to do, so I just did it out of boredom, and shit; I was so confused with the site now and at least the skins of that blog sponsor site are nicer than the ones here as defaults. But overall, HTML codes are a pain in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-5987088243245304759?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5987088243245304759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5987088243245304759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-now-i-feel-like-complete-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-3749070334565681586</id><published>2008-11-28T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:06:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seems like an eternity since I last came here. Well, maybe it really had been that amount of time. I feel like I'm suffering from emotional breakdowns, or rather more like my mood swings are back. Bloody dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was during this period of time whereby I would feel agitated the most, and I find everything else is pissing me off. Its pretty annoying, and I have no idea when this will stop. Nonetheless, I kinda hate one person in the class. Freaking annoying, trying to be the clown. I hated this type of people. Maybe I just lacked one thing that others have - a sense of humor. What the hell. So what if I don't have a sense of humor? Go ahead, hate me for all you want, my swings are surfacing right now as I am typing right now, and now I feel like thrashing things in the class - throw chairs, smashing things, hitting people - whatever it will be in venting my emotions out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, sometimes I feel things like this stop, then occur again. I never was well-liked because of my silence, and I mostly don't smile. Well, I can't be bothered anymore. Go ahead and dislike me all you want, damned it, say it out loud to me because I dislike you too. Think everybody likes you? Think again, deepshit. No one ever bothers about me, my friends avoid me, no one can be trusted, and no one listens to me. I can jolly well handle the workload my own rather than to depend on you guys to finish the job. Leave me as it is, yes, I'll never forget the "kindness" and "friendliness" that you have shown me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-3749070334565681586?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/3749070334565681586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/3749070334565681586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/11/seems-like-eternity-since-i-last-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1447075263455050495</id><published>2008-11-09T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:26:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my god,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; man. I saw Kim yesterday at Old Airport Road food centre! She looks damn stunning, and of course  I saw her sister as well, but the whole family to be exact. And she didn't look as tall as what others claim her to be. But hell, how many chances could you meet a stunning girl like her in a crowded food centre having dinner? Anyways, I'm freaking restless, having god knows what nightmares. Really troubling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1447075263455050495?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1447075263455050495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1447075263455050495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-god-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1804159175594063664</id><published>2008-11-04T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:39:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Been so bloody lay to do stuff recently, and I'm feeling so listless that I don't wanna do shit. Anyways, if anyone watched Duke of Mt. Deer 2006 which airs in Channel U every weekends would notice the character Shuang-er, played by He Zhuo Yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hell man, she's CUUUUTTEEEE. And the most cutest side of her is when she actually has that sulking or a little bit sad face. Not sounding like sadist but just watch that show and we'll know what I mean. What's more, I don't even know she's actually 2 years older than me! I think I fell in love with her. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1804159175594063664?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1804159175594063664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1804159175594063664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-so-bloody-lay-to-do-stuff-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1821751481134611069</id><published>2008-10-22T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:13:34.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today is the day I turn officially 18! Still, as usual, no birthday celebrations cause I don't celebrate brithdays. Why, you ask? Reason's simple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I don't like commotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I grew up without celebrating birthdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just ordered KFC anyway, so was pretty darned filled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1821751481134611069?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1821751481134611069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1821751481134611069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-day-i-turn-officially-18-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-7081011352222894305</id><published>2008-10-20T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:51:48.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Actually...it's two more days to my birthday! Not like I really celebrate my birthday every year anyway, I just make do with a simple meal thats all. Partly was because I hated crowds, too noisy for me since I rather keep a low profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then theres another thing about this. I hate my addiction to one of the longest standing game of all time in the Nintendo console. Not mario, but pokemon. I also hated my splurging activities towards games as well. Darn it, for I actually spent it on a DS yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as well, though, since Im interested in one of the games thats available in arcades which is, Sangokushi Taisen, but this one was in DS version, so I thought I might buy and try it out sometime after I'm sick of playing pokemon. And I gotta get a job to fill in the gap in my bank account before I can spend anymore money again. Geez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-7081011352222894305?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/7081011352222894305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/7081011352222894305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/10/actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-9019762419362159639</id><published>2008-10-14T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:13:24.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fucking, fucking bad day today. Waking up late wasn't bad, but when it comes to a bloody black assed driver whos wearing an army uniform in the highway is bad enough to let me get off to punch him in the face then push him out into the road to let him get banged over by any vehicle that comes, and better still that he dies right on the spot. What happened was this hell of an indian asshole who was driving so slow in that lane, and my mom went to the next lane. then this son of a bitch just went right to the front of us and drive slowly. Then we just went to the next lane and drive past him, and he was scolding god knows what. Its like hes not happy that we overtook him. Well, screw him to hell. Seriously, its a miracle that he didn't die of traffic accident, that one hell son of a bitch. I wish I could ask my mom to stop the car and have him dragged out and whack him until he can stand up then push him into the road to get knocked by any incoming vehicles. What a jackass to spoil my mood early in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-9019762419362159639?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/9019762419362159639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/9019762419362159639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/10/fucking-fucking-bad-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-4570485586386040121</id><published>2008-10-10T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:07:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today my class did skits for presentations again. Geez. I hate the camera. Its kinda embarassing to see yourself in action you know. Anyways..I am sooo bored out. Even private server's WOW can't keep me entertained for long even though I play it everyday. Fell asleep after awhile of playing. Damn. It would be good if I can actually get along with someone to talk for a long time now though..looks like I'll just contact my primary school mate then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-4570485586386040121?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4570485586386040121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4570485586386040121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-my-class-did-skits-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-7312111261704053490</id><published>2008-10-09T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:02:27.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, its been awhile now...so much so that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only post once in a blue moon. Been getting too lazy for this and that...oh well...I'll just post anyway. Lately, I've been feeling that something or someone has been watching me. No, not a stalker or something, just that...its been watching me. In my house even when there's no one else around. Sounds ridiculous, I know, I don't even know whether I'm becoming insane or something. We'll just leave it at that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-7312111261704053490?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/7312111261704053490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/7312111261704053490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-its-been-awhile-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-852332432831359630</id><published>2008-09-26T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:35:03.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Really, fucking bullshit. Three days back my Myth War account had a bug regarding pets, talked to their live support and posted this issue in the forums, and damned bastards couldn't help for shit. Bloody Americans. The thing about their customer service is that they DON'T help at all. All they said was, "We'll look into it" and stuff like that, and nothing happens. Fuck that. Then after that, my phone creamed me. I really hate it when my stuff spoils after the warranty expires. It's really pissing me off like mad. If the things on MW ain't fixed after two weeks or so, I'm gonna scream my lungs off at them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-852332432831359630?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/852332432831359630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/852332432831359630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/09/really-fucking-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-2323840862629280180</id><published>2008-09-22T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:11:52.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the name of...I'm falling sick! I think. Haven't been on for quite a long time, laziness builds in me. And I have been playing Myth War II lately and can't be bothered to do other stuff. The game's even better than its first installment. The first one was that you actually have to spam your spells like mad, and you can't do jack if your skills are low levelled while your character is a high one. This goes the other way round in II. Easy to level up skills, hard to level up character. But one thing I hated about II was that the pets actually have lifespans. Sucks. Oh, new outlooks for some of the characters, and the borg was especially hell of an annoying ass when you play as mage. Gay ass half human with a rifle actually dealt 1.5k to 3k damage in one shot, and decapitated me right on the spot with my pet. Screw that ass to hell man. No choice but to get the reward by some other means while forgoing my additional stats. Anyways...I won't be heard from for awhile...to lazy to even search for things now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-2323840862629280180?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2323840862629280180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2323840862629280180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-name-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-8890742192127922816</id><published>2008-09-15T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:05:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well..so long haven't even been coming on to do this, and my memory is failing me all too often. Sure, I can remember some things and all, but I just can't be bothered to even spill it all out. For some reason, I feel...drained, so tired, so wanted to let go of things right now and be free. Hey, I'm not talking about suicide here, damn you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, when I opened my school email service this morning, I just found out that I'm eh...well, dismissed from archery. Whether this is considered a blessing or demise, I do not know. All I know, is that one way or another I have to tell them that I will leave automatically, since I am unable to relax my muscles during shooting and drawing strength for the arrow. A pleasant experience though, knowing all those guys. Just as well, saves me the trouble of going up to them and saying "Sorry, I'm quitting archery." Quite a bit of free time now and uh...damned, I need someone to help me find a nice blogskin too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-8890742192127922816?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8890742192127922816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8890742192127922816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/09/well_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-9143647287164028781</id><published>2008-09-05T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:43:39.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well...my CPU is back...FINALLY. That replaced part cost me quite a bomb there, it did. And worst of all, its not even GST included. Crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, at least I can go online at home now instead of lying down on the sofa playing hand-held consoles. Geez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-9143647287164028781?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/9143647287164028781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/9143647287164028781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1022173551425325155</id><published>2008-09-02T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:04:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What in the world man...my damned desktop's not even fixed after a week or two...argh...nothing to do except playing my old gameboy the whole day long. Ah well, HD tv's not gonna buy yet, so do my 360 as well. So, I'm gonna go after a DS first, just to kill some boredom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, been awhile since I actually last came in. And no, I'm not doing any skin change until I find what I'm looking for first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1022173551425325155?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1022173551425325155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1022173551425325155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-in-world-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-5027215301118401749</id><published>2008-08-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:21:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Finally; got a damned chat box for me blog yes? Job well done alone, if I do say so myself. And, been bloody too long away offline to blog. Internet's off, can't even do jack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, gonna have a change of class when break's over. And during the time I was offline, no one would believe what I did to entertain myself with when I got bored. Well, I seriously need help finding a new blogskin for this. Say, an animal like the white tiger's good, but eh...damned blogskins.com is useless in finding this. Anyone's got a good website to recommend or are able to help me create one, greatly appreciated; though no one likely would ever know about this message since this one is a secret. CHEESE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-5027215301118401749?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5027215301118401749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5027215301118401749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-got-damned-chat-box-for-me-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-3941977232879871866</id><published>2008-08-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:29:45.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Argh...I'm getting sick of trying to actually get this bloody font type worked out...pisses me off. After so long not going online, I think the problem might be resolved after friday...gonna scrap my bloody CPU for checks here and there. Bloody troublesome, that is, since the repair center's at Bukit Timah shopping center. Thanks alot, com. Anyways...I'm not gonna check for blogskins for quite awhile...not going on for the meantime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-3941977232879871866?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/3941977232879871866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/3941977232879871866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-2705416720457081728</id><published>2008-08-12T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:11:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Geez...last few days of lessons and its so boring as hell. And what the hell is up with the font of this again?! Same old bloody font problems - AGAIN. Fuck that shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about class, these few days, the attendance is at rock bottom, and hell, the class is so peaceful that I love it so much. Anyways, I'm starting to hate the font system. Its not even fucking user friendly, it pisses me off everytime I try to use italics for lucida grande. Shall update again while I try to find another blogskin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-2705416720457081728?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2705416720457081728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/2705416720457081728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-4810816599554941341</id><published>2008-08-08T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:25:33.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh...my desktop's at it again -_-" At least its better than the day before so its alright, but what the hell? I wanted to get a 360 sometime around this year, and this shit has to happen to my desktop, creating more problems and spoiling my plans. If it does need to be sent for servicing or maybe get a new desktop, all my wages from my work will just be a goner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was rather a touching moment...not sure how to describe it, but we actually came up with a poem - who knows where my classmate got it from - and just presented to our teacher at the end of our presentation. Nice move, and she was actually one of the best teachers among the lessons I had everyday - actually, all of them were all right, except one - that one was, well, not gonna mention it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-4810816599554941341?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4810816599554941341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/4810816599554941341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-5842834820480156500</id><published>2008-08-07T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:27:26.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn it, seriously. Turned on my desktop yesterday and guess what. Damned com came out static like lines on the monitor screen and restarted like 5-7 times in 15 mins. I was like what the hell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just to make sure of it, I'm going to check on my desktop again when I return back home afterwards. If it happens that again, then it should be the motherboard thats fried or some other vital component...unlucky me that its only a year's worth of warranty. Wondered why everytime I used desktops it never lasts for more than 3 years...mostly ends up on a year and a few months or near 2 years. I was thinking - could others who used desktops have about the same lifespans as mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-5842834820480156500?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5842834820480156500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/5842834820480156500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn-it-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-8913586926627072227</id><published>2008-08-06T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:30:32.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok...resolved the blogskin problem and this...font thing. All I have to do right now is to get to know how to modify the blogskin codes properly and create tags or links, w/e its called. Of course, won't expect anything more than just complains for the time being. And the only thing worth mentioning, is the lesson I had yesterday, math and computing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the EASIEST lesson on visual basic programming whether on excel or the studio itself amongst all the other programming lessons thats got anything to do with codings. All we did the whole day was just copied and pasted codes, added a little modifications here and there, and the only thing that drove me near nuts was the calculations of probability of occurences...screw it...not gonna mention this, I'm just scared that I might get into fits of hysterical laughter again like yesterday. Anyways, expect entries to come flooding in...I have absolutely nothing to do in the meantime. And the timing is actually based on pacific timing, so I guess you can do the calculations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-8913586926627072227?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8913586926627072227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/8913586926627072227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/howdy.html' title='Howdy.'/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944487596556200122.post-1649464904934783733</id><published>2008-08-05T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:41:28.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter nights.'/><title type='text'>Assistance greatly appreciated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Great. First time to blog, so many problems. First, the blogskins - everytime I copied and pasted the blasted code into the textbox and saved, it came out with errors of the xml code. Then now came the fonts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Switched to a lucida grande font and typed, and I wanted to try italics - then it just reverted back to font. Damn it. I would accept any help for this, since I'm such a newbie for this - if only this site offered a complete tutorial for newbies before they started posting on-site.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944487596556200122-1649464904934783733?l=nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1649464904934783733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944487596556200122/posts/default/1649464904934783733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightwalkersawakening.blogspot.com/2008/08/assistance-greatly-appreciated.html' title='Assistance greatly appreciated.'/><author><name>Skass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01441179140815920221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
