<?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-9048741440736475830</id><updated>2011-09-09T06:46:51.598+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='2nd Home Saga'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='Chrono Cross'/><category term='3rd Home Saga'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='Chrno Crusade'/><category term='Cosfest'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='song'/><category term='games'/><category term='fma'/><category term='Flames of Darkness'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Double Faced King'/><category term='Life'/><category term='skip beat'/><category term='room escape'/><category term='anime'/><category term='health'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Abyss Flame - アビス炎</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8592159761100662518</id><published>2011-02-07T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:22:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts Disappearing?</title><content type='html'>Yup. Loads of posts going poof. Not an error, though. These posts and efforts writing... have not gone to waste. Not to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8592159761100662518?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8592159761100662518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2011/02/posts-disappearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8592159761100662518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8592159761100662518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2011/02/posts-disappearing.html' title='Posts Disappearing?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-795541705288802182</id><published>2010-12-12T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:38:27.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>It Really is... Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Well, first up, it seems like I lost the piece of paper that would have made day 58/59 more complete :/ would be fun to re-type it, but I totally can't remember what was up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, considering how inactive I've been on this, it must really look like I'm just bored of updating it, isn't it? Yeah, I am, for some reasons or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that means no more wall of texts :(. That almost means no more posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not here. But somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New and improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, even easier for me to show stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you can hide wall of texts so that you don't need to get flooded by it everytime you open the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's all this going to happen...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will know. Some won't :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I'll "Press" on, with all my "Words". ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more content to come, as I've found something worth typing, and it reveals me as a gamer, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I'll see you on the "other side".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means, it is really goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abyss Flame, アビス炎, on Blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-795541705288802182?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/795541705288802182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-really-is-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/795541705288802182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/795541705288802182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-really-is-goodbye.html' title='It Really is... Goodbye'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8422826509302602821</id><published>2010-11-07T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:48:37.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Faced King'/><title type='text'>031010 - The Double Faced King - Digging the Sorrow Within</title><content type='html'>Certain pasts are always left undug, left covered up. unfortunately, these are also the ones often uncovered every so often, and through certain events, it seemingly always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it has been since the bad memories have ended, there is always this permanent scar inside the minds of everyone affected. For some, they prefer to keep it deep down inside, never to see light again. Yet, the many things that happen everyday forces light to shine through into the deep depths of the abyss, right on these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they resurface, you feel as if it is not something that you would ever hope to remember again. Yet, as people start mentioning about them, the trigger instantly activates, the only thing that can be done is to sit, and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must people have such sorrowful memories? Are they all but unnecessary? It seems everyone has at least one such thing through their lives, which they hate so badly, but cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how nonchalant I look as these memories are dug up, my heart trembles whenever someone activates it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it's pretty much always the same person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8422826509302602821?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8422826509302602821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/11/031010-double-faced-king-digging-sorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8422826509302602821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8422826509302602821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/11/031010-double-faced-king-digging-sorrow.html' title='031010 - The Double Faced King - Digging the Sorrow Within'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1198101058654402467</id><published>2010-10-03T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:08:09.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Faced King'/><title type='text'>260910 - The Double Faced King - A Dilemma Ensnared Within</title><content type='html'>With time, certain things change. However, my stand towards something within the family hasn't changed for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, a chat today revealed many hidden reasons that I had never thought of, that was something that became a large thing to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon thinking back, I feel as if I've been rather selfish on my part, sticking to my decision for so long. Then again, I have my own reasons for sticking to them... With the chains I've been gripping so hard on to starting to fall slowly as I loosen my grip, I worry of various things that may happen if I do let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dilemma I've been trapped into, that a decision is required in the earliest time possible, yet having possibly drastic changes once it is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1198101058654402467?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1198101058654402467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-faced-king-dilemma-ensnared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1198101058654402467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1198101058654402467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-faced-king-dilemma-ensnared.html' title='260910 - The Double Faced King - A Dilemma Ensnared Within'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1850373125876694623</id><published>2010-09-10T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:12:31.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Faced King'/><title type='text'>100910 Interlude - Who is: The Double Faced King?</title><content type='html'>Amidst the warring armies, amidst the flaming orange glowing in the background, someone arises, looking over all the chaos happening below, from atop a mountain peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stern look on his face turns to a smile, as he slowly makes his way down, step by step, his trusty silver sword on his equipment belt, swinging around as if it were a feather in the air, but the clanging of metal against metal armor can be heard in the distance. The chaos below continues, but neither side seem to be winning. Neither side notices the figure. Casualties are heavy, but many still fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sky fills with clouds covering the area, and smoke billowing through the darkness. Snow begins to fall, ever so slowly, down onto the battlegrounds... and on the polished, shiny armor on the figure as he walks down, ever so slowly, ever so silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clang of swords can be heard miles away, but it slowly stops, as if a sudden truce has occurred. Everyone stops and stares at the figure approaching them from the foot of the battleground. The snow gets heavy, only a blurry, dark figure can be seen, but the sounds of armor pieces knocking onto each other sound so familiar. The armies start moving towards the figure, speeding up... Rage fills both sides, as they charge towards it, filled with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure can be seen unsheathing his sword amidst the snow and darkness, as he prepares his battle stance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn breaks in, the sky begins to clear. Snow slowly stops falling, and the last fighting party collapses onto the ground. The once white snow fills with red for miles, but the sound of metal armor striking each other can still be heard. Someone's still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a sword returning into its sheath can be heard, and footprints can be seen, leading into the background. Only a pair of footprints can be seen, yet a very long blood trail stretches across the distance, ending in a large pool of soldiers, collapsed, motionless, completely cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the figure walks away, he turns back to look at the remnants of the battleground. A familiar face can be seen, but tears are flowing from his eyes... He wipes it off, a stern look returning to his face as he turns around and proceeds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last snowflake falls... the figure disappears into the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battleground falls into a deafening silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1850373125876694623?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1850373125876694623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/100910-interlude-who-is-double-faced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1850373125876694623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1850373125876694623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/100910-interlude-who-is-double-faced.html' title='100910 Interlude - Who is: The Double Faced King?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4461599454000158101</id><published>2010-09-10T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:35:20.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Faced King'/><title type='text'>040910 - The Double Faced King: The Deepest, Darkest Depths</title><content type='html'>The toughest decisions always come unexpected, and when you're forced to make a choice, you get really confused. Sometimes in such a hurry, the wrongest decisions get made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately though, there is always the parts of salvation, and after you think of it for some time, you realize how lucky it was that said opportunity entered at the best moments. You realize how wrong your choice was, and how this may have just saved ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the aversion of what I'd consider a disaster, I'm beginning to discover who I really am, and where I may actually be headed for. Yet, if these very tough decisions come in another instant again, will it be the same scenario, or will I be able to consciously avoid these before it even happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the darkest depths of the king's heart, an illumination fills the void within. Salvation nears as the king stretches his hand out to reach for the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, will he have the strength to pull himself up into the light, or plunge into darkness yet again...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4461599454000158101?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4461599454000158101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/040910-double-faced-king-deepest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4461599454000158101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4461599454000158101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/040910-double-faced-king-deepest.html' title='040910 - The Double Faced King: The Deepest, Darkest Depths'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4678680675641326218</id><published>2010-09-09T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:56:21.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Faced King'/><title type='text'>290810 - The Double Faced King: Sword Standing on Edge, A Decision to Make</title><content type='html'>It's a pretty tough choice, but I don't know why it was tough. It was chosen, rejected, thought about, chosen again... was on a heavy dilemma right down to the final minutes actually. Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end though, choices still have to be made, it was just waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much it will impact me in the future, I don't know... but, I know one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4678680675641326218?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4678680675641326218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/290810-double-faced-king-sword-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4678680675641326218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4678680675641326218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/290810-double-faced-king-sword-standing.html' title='290810 - The Double Faced King: Sword Standing on Edge, A Decision to Make'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-6078534280547278475</id><published>2010-09-05T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T18:11:46.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd Home Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Monthly Updates... Epic Proportions!</title><content type='html'>Who knew I'd be so busy with army life at this point of time that it takes me almost a month before I can do another update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, once the update comes... it'll be SO big it's just going to be a nice blockade of text! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-6078534280547278475?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6078534280547278475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/monthly-updates-epic-proportions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6078534280547278475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6078534280547278475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/09/monthly-updates-epic-proportions.html' title='Monthly Updates... Epic Proportions!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-6006459298042921842</id><published>2010-07-23T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:00:45.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Break Long Gone...</title><content type='html'>With a random post, it's nice to see how cool the weather has been these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't expect this to be it, a backlog of text is coming when I have the time to upload them &lt;_&lt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-6006459298042921842?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6006459298042921842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/07/break-long-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6006459298042921842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6006459298042921842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/07/break-long-gone.html' title='A Break Long Gone...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5480801090940986932</id><published>2010-05-02T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:48:47.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 5, ED 5</title><content type='html'>The final 13 episodes to go means a new OP and ED song. It portrays what will happen in the episodes to come very well I feel! Although it's pretty late to post this, let's go ahead and just listening to the music ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 5: レイン (Rain)&lt;br /&gt;Artist: SID&lt;br /&gt;Video credits to: immizing (As shown in the anime) and phazepiracy (Alternate video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXLe46dpoDw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXLe46dpoDw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaOQTOEdJLE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaOQTOEdJLE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED 5: Ray of Light&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Shoko Nakagawa&lt;br /&gt;Videos credits to: immizing (As shown in the anime), darkthux1221 (PV) and KururugiSuzakuKamika (PV, with Romanji lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgsaqCh8fRQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgsaqCh8fRQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdEhKamZlPo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdEhKamZlPo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MWo8tozy3Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MWo8tozy3Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP5 + ED5&lt;br /&gt;Video credits to: KeY15BlAdE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ay_m6JgtXk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ay_m6JgtXk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a quick notice: The anime version for ED 5 doesn't start that abruptly. There's supposed to be a longer introduction before the song actually starts, like the one below :P. Just uh, ignore the voice before the song? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video credits to: thebrightnightsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6uKj_6x2i8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6uKj_6x2i8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5480801090940986932?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5480801090940986932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/05/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5480801090940986932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5480801090940986932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/05/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-5.html' title='Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 5, ED 5'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-9194392539764818220</id><published>2010-04-19T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:50:24.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Period of Inactivity</title><content type='html'>For 2 whole weeks... I've not posted on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as though I've abandoned it, although I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, well, too many things have happened in these 2 weeks that have just caused me to be drawn to other things, aside from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read ahead to find more, but as an advanced warning: It's wordy, as always. I don't like posting pictures o_o This could get troublesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-9194392539764818220?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/9194392539764818220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/04/period-of-inactivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/9194392539764818220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/9194392539764818220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/04/period-of-inactivity.html' title='Period of Inactivity'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7152142562361590711</id><published>2010-03-28T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:10:13.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - V</title><content type='html'>No breeze, little light, no food… everything was lacking in that abyss, but Wolf ran on. The blue flame was really close to him now, and he could almost see it dancing wildly in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf was really lethargic, but he pressed on and it paid off. As he got closer, he realized that 2 flames were there – a new one, and the other was likely to be the one he missed his chance on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still had the problem though – how was he to capture it? Going bare handed was pure stupidity, but he couldn’t think for too long. The flames were ready for attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a split second, both the flames went on the offensive, with Wolf attempting to dodge the two fireballs headed for him. There was no way to capture them yet, and Wolf was close to losing all his stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late, though. Wolf was too distracted to notice the two fireballs, headed straight ahead for him. Both fireballs split to two and once more, both flames managed to scrape past him – one on the exact spot he was burned previously, the other on his other arm. The pain was just unbearable, and Wolf screamed in agony. He slammed to the ground, hard. Scratches were on him everywhere by now, but he could not do anything… at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at the 2 fireballs. Strangely enough, the just sat there, and didn’t jump off as per his previous experience. Wolf knew that it didn’t bode well, though. Something was waiting to happen, he knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf began inspecting his injury. The flames were very docile, strangely. Only some sparks came out every now and then, but that was all. Wolf saw his first wound, but it looked like nothing happened, other than the fact that the black area around it became larger. The other wound – his new burn – had the exact same mark as the first injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf looked closely at both injuries. Something wasn’t right. The marks were transiting to a deep red color, as if the flames came alive. Just then, the most unexpected thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sudden crackle of the flames, the mark became hot red. One could see the red glow from far in the darkness. Wolf could also feel a burning sensation setting in, and it was getting very intense. In a split second, the burn became as bad as when the fireballs touched Wolf. He could literally see the flame mark on his hand moving, and it was moving out of the black area. That was not good news…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame mark touched the edge of the black area. Then, it advanced further, moving straight across his arm and onto his body. He could feel the burn so bad, he tumbled to the ground and kept rolling around in pain. It was agonizing. The mark proceeded across and connected with the other burn mark, forming a black burn line on his skin, as if it was “joining the dots.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf was gasping in pain by now, and it was the worst feeling he ever felt. The pain slowly subsided, with both marks now gone. All that was left was a deep, black burn line across his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf could barely open his eyes, but he could see the flames growing larger, but in an eccentric pattern. It rose and joined together, as if forming a pair of legs. The “legs” then walked slowly into the darkness, leaving Wolf weak on the ground. Wolf was unsure how things boiled down to this, and he was beginning to feel the hopelessness that his “clone” mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more, the orange flames reduced in amounts. They were now a very large distance apart, though the path could barely be made out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf just decided to lay there and not move for some time. If this continued, he would definitely die. It was all just a matter of time… After all, things were hopeless now, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7152142562361590711?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7152142562361590711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7152142562361590711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7152142562361590711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-v.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - V'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5659023853906717398</id><published>2010-03-21T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:12:08.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Early Morning Rise &amp; Shine</title><content type='html'>I hardly wake up at 8am. If I do, it's because I'm going to play some games. But that's not what I'm gonna have to do for today. There's just too many things lined up for me that I can't sleep further than how much I've slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope when I book out the next time on coming Friday that I am really given at least 40 hours to communicate with my family, rest, and relax. There just wasn't enough time to get much done this weekend... getting swamped with other work and all. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last post for me in this blog for now until I return! My cough still isn't recovered, but trying my best to keep it controlled. I don't want to catch a ride to see the medical officer again &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go! Hopefully this week won't be too tough for me to handle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5659023853906717398?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5659023853906717398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-morning-rise-shine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5659023853906717398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5659023853906717398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-morning-rise-shine.html' title='Early Morning Rise &amp; Shine'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-6780226138918874601</id><published>2010-03-21T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:56:19.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>I Spam the Blog!</title><content type='html'>Wow, loads of things added for the day! Updated a log, which is very, very far from finishing, and a new chapter of the ongoing story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I'm very grateful and happy to be back on local land, as it's brought me quite some experience that I don't think I can easily forget. More importantly, I'm ready to face up for some challenges ahead. With all the emotions welled inside me, 2 songs come to mind that fit this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Let It Out&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Miho Fukuhara&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Full Metal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCyXDS7Ew5s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCyXDS7Ew5s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that, all challenges ahead and in my way will be taken with one attitude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Golden Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Sukima Switch&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Full Metal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4Ba-JhIx4U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4Ba-JhIx4U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday has fallen. It's almost time to book in again... sigh. Too short a time accompanying my family really. This is going to continue for some time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-6780226138918874601?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6780226138918874601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-spam-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6780226138918874601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6780226138918874601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-spam-blog.html' title='I Spam the Blog!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4589529286174068703</id><published>2010-03-21T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:47:15.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>FoD - Writer's Notes VI</title><content type='html'>With my army life in the way, it gets difficult for me to add in a new chapter part for Flames of Darkness, but I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to get Chapter II - IV done though, because I had no headway to what could happen to Wolf in the upcoming chapters. More thinking for me to do! However, I do have some plans of sorts on what could happen... just have to wait and see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story till now all represents something interesting. Although it's a little slow, you'll notice that there will be an uncanny resemblance to how my life has been mixed into Wolf's adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many questions remain for me to get done with, but it's not going to be easy to answer all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, every week, I get to do up at least a chapter of this! It's been fun to write this, and I don't wish to give it up anytime sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4589529286174068703?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4589529286174068703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fod-writers-notes-vi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4589529286174068703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4589529286174068703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fod-writers-notes-vi.html' title='FoD - Writer&apos;s Notes VI'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4543787711956833610</id><published>2010-03-21T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:44:19.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - IV</title><content type='html'>The abyss looked endless as Wolf proceeded onwards. With flames which were originally leading his path vanishing to thin air behind him, he couldn't wait to find the first blue flame, not knowing what was about to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was, the first blue flame since he started walking hours back. It looked like the flame was just waiting there to be collected, but Wolf knew it was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Wolf approached the flame, he could feel the heat intensifying, emitting from the blue flame. What was strange though, was that he couldn't feel such heat coming from the orange ones, no matter how close they were to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sudden movement, the blue flame flew towards Wolf like a magnet, coming alive. Wolf was caught stunned in action. He dodged it right on time, but a portion of the flame split and scraped right past his arm. His arm was singed in the process, and it hurt so badly he couldn't land himself properly, trying to use the other arm to support the singed area and control the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf crashed to the ground. As the pain slowly faded away, he checked his wound, and realized that only a strange mark was left from the remnants of the flame. It looked like a fire emblem, blazing wildly. Surrounding it was a black area, but when Wolf touched it, he couldn't feel any pain from it. Other than the mark, it seemed like nothing was actually wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to look at the blue flame, which could be seen flying off further into the distance. One chance of catching the flame gone, but he believed more tries would come. He still didn't know how to catch them, though, considering how hot the blue flame was that a single touch was all it took to leave anyone who contacted it a severe burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he looked ahead, he noticed that the pattern of orange flames leading the way were changing. Some flickered and in a short while, faded away. Far into the distance, he could see the same thing occurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was not too cautious of such an event happening, he knew that things would not be as simple as it seemed. While the orange flames were still sufficient to lead the way, Wolf just felt an ominous feeling of what would happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could, however, see a small blue dot flickering amidst the complete darkness, less the orange flames, and it definitely wasn't too far from where he was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to waste another moment, he sprinted his way towards the direction of the flame. As always, the orange flames leading the way faded off as he passed by them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4543787711956833610?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4543787711956833610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4543787711956833610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4543787711956833610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-iv.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - IV'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1264984372143714611</id><published>2010-03-20T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:50:16.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Home Saga'/><title type='text'>Back With a Tan!</title><content type='html'>And I'm back from 2 weeks of madness! 15 weeks to go, but I believe I'll persevere through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My originally (very) fair skin is now chocolate brown o_o. I look... strange. Sort of, with two different color tones on my body. My tanned areas look awesome, though! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks had all the ups and downs in life I ever thought would happen. Because of that, I also made myself do some extreme things, but I manage to go through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through times of suffering, and times of happiness, I'm back from the army... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will come next? Time will tell all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, major spam to the blog! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1264984372143714611?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1264984372143714611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-with-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1264984372143714611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1264984372143714611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-with-tan.html' title='Back With a Tan!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4151395411958102541</id><published>2010-03-06T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:52:01.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrno Crusade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Home Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Gone... For Now.</title><content type='html'>Just a song I thought would be apt. Japanese, as always. I can never give up Japanese songs ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Sayonara Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Saeko Chiba&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Chrno Crusade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbjjOEeWXlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NbjjOEeWXlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in 2 weeks... definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4151395411958102541?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4151395411958102541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4151395411958102541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4151395411958102541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-for-now.html' title='Gone... For Now.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8681910729872706210</id><published>2010-03-06T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:51:42.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Home Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Abyss Flame</title><content type='html'>In a few hours, possibly some radical changes to my life could occur. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should change my blog name too. It's now Abyss Flame - アビス炎. Something that I felt... fit, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who had the time to read all of Flames of Darkness would realize that the abyss is something that seems to hint at something... else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the abyss, will I be able to find the flame to illuminate the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8681910729872706210?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8681910729872706210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/abyss-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8681910729872706210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8681910729872706210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/abyss-flame.html' title='Abyss Flame'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5626640419370525705</id><published>2010-03-05T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:51:02.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Walking Down the Path of No Return</title><content type='html'>Ah. Sounds so ominous, yet it could be true in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'Level results out today, and it definitely wasn't what I expected. While I thought I would have failed in a certain subject, I surprisingly passed it, with a decent grade, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this presented a problem to me. I actually didn't plan for this to happen. Which meant I didn't plan for what I should choose for my next course of life in University. Which is bad, since I forgot about "alternative planning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I have a few weeks to ponder carefully and decide on the best course of action. But that's inside my army, which is... less than a day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, sometimes I wished I planned further. Sometimes, I feel like there wasn't such needs to plan because I wasn't sure if I would be around at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is where a new "life" of mine begins. It'll be interesting, torturous, worrying, scary, and all sorts of things mixed into one, but I look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of inactivity on my blog isn't going to stop me from "posting" ;). Wait till a flood of things appear when I return!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5626640419370525705?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5626640419370525705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-down-path-of-no-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5626640419370525705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5626640419370525705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-down-path-of-no-return.html' title='Walking Down the Path of No Return'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2396563789219134950</id><published>2010-03-05T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:18:22.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>FoD - Writer's Notes V</title><content type='html'>Well, I did initially think of having just one part to Chapter II, before heading into my NS and writing up the rest of it when I come out every week, but it seems as though my creative juices just kept flowing and I couldn't place it all in one go! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this second chapter does mean a lot to me. I believe it will, at the least. Especially with Chapter II - III where Wolf's copy said "start of suffering... and despair," as it is something that I have a feeling could happen to me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've started Chapter II, I'm pretty pumped to get on with it! But I'll keep my creative juices until the time I return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many posts to make in a day. I wonder if anyone actually reads all these? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2396563789219134950?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2396563789219134950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fod-writers-notes-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2396563789219134950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2396563789219134950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fod-writers-notes-v.html' title='FoD - Writer&apos;s Notes V'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-740892605825772861</id><published>2010-03-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:11:06.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - III</title><content type='html'>"Get up!" Wolf could feel a kick right onto his abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh! Dammit! What do you think you're doing?" Wolf was fully awake by now, and he was definitely not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Wolf stood up, his surroundings were black. Almost nothing could be seen, except for the figure in front of him, who was carrying a torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where am I? What do you want this time?" Wolf was ready to punch the figure at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, want to punch me? Go ahead. I won't retaliate! No worries though, nothing's going to happen..." The figure just stood there, as if waiting to receive the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hell I will punch you. And I will do that RIGHT NOW!" Wolf delivered as forceful a blow as he could onto the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the impact reached Wolf's copy, it smiled. When the punch landed on it, the figure burst into flames and it could be seen that all of them were sent flying off into the distance as it faded into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah..hahahaha! You shouldn't have punched me. Now this is where the fun starts! I'd advise that you collect any blue flames you see along the way, if you can!" The voice faded into the air. All around Wolf, the surrounding was brightened up by bright orange flames. It was definitely clearer to see where he could go now, as the flames seemed to form a path for him. However, the area was still pitch black, and he was unclear as to where he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are wondering, this is... an abyss. Created purely for you actually. There is no way to get out, not unless you manage to find me. But hey, more importantly, you should think of how you're going to collect the blue flames. I'm not going to help you on that. Do prepare though, for this could very well be the start of your suffering... and despair." Once again, the voice faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess I should start work then." Wolf proceeded towards the path that the orange flames had created, he knew that this was just the beginning of something that would be very, very, long drawn. Wolf's figure faded into the darkness as he walked further and further away from where he started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-740892605825772861?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/740892605825772861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/740892605825772861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/740892605825772861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-iii.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - III'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2110304183932568664</id><published>2010-03-05T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:01:23.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - II</title><content type='html'>"Darn... not again!" Wolf spoke as he stood up, sweeping the dirt off his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again? You must have survived the first ordeal then. Or was there more than that?" It spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just one... but I already had enough. It was dumb to have had to battle my--" Wolf was done cleaning up, and he looked right up into the figure. He paused at the instant he saw face-to-face, the person he was speaking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My-- self." The person ended the sentence for Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not necessary, but why are you... me? And, why do you look so strange?" Wolf pointed at the strange markings all over the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should already know the answer." The figure spoke in a very firm voice. Sure enough, it was one of the other souls of Wolf that was ripped off from him. Wolf wasn't taken aback this time, especially with all the information he had from the previous one he fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the figure had black marks all over his body, like a tattoo. Wolf definitely didn't have that, so it definitely wasn't copied straight from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, these?" It pointed at the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. What's up with covering you with these marks anyway?" Wolf frowned at the sight of seeing "himself" get "drawn" to this extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's for... this." The figure ended his sentence. The marks on it's body started moving into the ground, and it was moving towards Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Tis some kind of joke?" Wolf didn't know what was going to happen. The black markings moved towards him with such speed that it caught him by surprise. In an instant, the black markings surrounded him. Wolf tried to move away, but his body seemed like it was rooted to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black markings started to move up Wolf's body, as if taking over him. Wolf panicked, but there was nothing he could do. He could only stare in shock as the markings slowly covered his face. It started to spread out, like ink on water. His whole body could be seen slowly covered in black. Slowly... slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf raised his hand, as if wanting to grab his copy, but it was all too late. His arms were fully covered by the mark, and he was like a figure in the shadows -- completely black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the marks slowly covered his whole face, he could see that the figure smiled, and it was moving towards him. Wolf could feel that he was losing consciousness, and he knelt to the ground. His body then slammed right down, but he could not feel any pain. His eyes shut, not knowing what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf's copy walked towards him, and he was sure that Wolf was completely knocked out. He muttered something, and in an instant, he broke down into a pool of black ink, and merged with the black marks which were still on Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time to begin this" were the last words that could be heard as the black marks started seeping into Wolf's body. After a short while, completely no black marks could be seen on him, and all that was left was his body which was bathing in the sunset light...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2110304183932568664?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2110304183932568664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2110304183932568664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2110304183932568664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-ii.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - II'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-10644689842894007</id><published>2010-03-05T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:21:06.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - I</title><content type='html'>Wolf sat up, dazed a little from the experience he had. He was feeling better from the rest, that's for sure, but he still couldn't understand too much of what the figure really meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to live again was good, that's for sure, but why go to the trouble of doing so many little tricks, and worse, on him? He just couldn't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surroundings was still dark and cold, much like when he started the battle. The area was barren, thanks to the battle. Wolf took a look up to the night sky, and once again, he saw the lake's surface. Strangely enough, it looked as if it was the exact same spot he drowned, although he was very sure he moved a rather long distance away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't be too bothered by it though, it was, after all, one of the many strange things that hit him over the past few weeks. As Wolf began inspecting his wounds, he noticed that things looked really strange. Too strange to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wounds could be seen inflicted on his body. Wolf could recall the slashes that occurred during the battle, but the wounds were not there either. He was not feeling any pain at all, as if no bones in his body broke. How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was obvious, though, was that he was drenched. A storm that occurred while he was unconscious must have been pretty long for this to occur, he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf stood on his two feet, glancing around the surroundings, trying to figure where to go next. The barren area stretched so far that he lost track of all sense of direction, unable to tell where he came from before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could however, feel that he was being pulled towards a strange force. He moved towards it, knowing that something lay ahead of him, which he definitely had to discover himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he proceeded forward, he had an uncanny feeling something bad was going to happen again. After all, he already experienced a rather rough ride for a start, what could be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf went smack right into a strange wall. It wasn't rock solid, though. It felt as if he hit into a bubble surface. He realized that walking right through it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He tried to recall how he even got into the bubble in the first place, and one idea struck his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking several steps back, Wolf began to dash straight forward towards the surface. He was sure this was going to work, just like how it did when he went chasing the figure, only that he never noticed at that time. As his speed continued to increase, he hoped that it was going to be a relatively smooth exit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it was not quite what he expected. Instead of being able to exit it like passing through air, he smashed into in once again. That was definitely more painful than the first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried one more time. This time, he made sure that his claws were ready to slice through the bubble, should it be necessary. Why was it so hard to get out of it this time, anyway? He thought no further about it, and began dashing towards the "wall" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his razor sharp claws on the ready, he pounced at the wall as a last attempt. He slashed at the bubble this time, and sure enough, a small hole was made. He squeezed himself through the hole, and it was obvious that he was struggling to get his whole body out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did manage to get out, but not before doing a barrel roll on the ground, and ending with smashing into the legs of someone... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-10644689842894007?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/10644689842894007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/10644689842894007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/10644689842894007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-ii-i.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter II - I'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7553632071608165382</id><published>2010-03-04T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:51:02.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>A Day... or Two</title><content type='html'>Two days to the start of my military service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day to the nationwide release of the A'level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one be tensed, worried, or looking forward to any of the events? Is it all just going to blow off in a matter of seconds, or will it last... for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not necessarily how they look. Not when there are certain... things, that block your way in your quest-- quest of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When such things arise, what should you do? Should you escape in fear, or should you stand strong and face it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everything that easy to face, when you have certain inherent worries that you were never able to speak out of? What if they were spoken of, but were always dismissed as being a ramble, or that they were "unnecessary"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 48 hours, or actually much less than that, things may change very, very radically... to a point I may not be able to accept it. Time will tell all. We'll have to see just what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I fall into the abyss, or will I stand solid on ground, ready to face what is right in front of me... for 2 years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7553632071608165382?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7553632071608165382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7553632071608165382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7553632071608165382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-or-two.html' title='A Day... or Two'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2863005513895478699</id><published>2010-03-04T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:35:20.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Blog Update!</title><content type='html'>Yup! Anyone who visits my blog now won't be greeted with dull black. It's been fully customized to my liking of various colors! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it makes things easier to see with these new colors. I may update them further in future if I see the need to ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2863005513895478699?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2863005513895478699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2863005513895478699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2863005513895478699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-update.html' title='Blog Update!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7691141157874541199</id><published>2010-03-04T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:22:25.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>FoD - Writer's Notes IV</title><content type='html'>Yeah, with a nice spurt of energy, I wrote the other few chapter-parts in 2 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see this chapter end though, I've sort of struggled with how I should start, and end this chapter of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know that this "he" we're referring to, is Wolf. But why does he hate the name so much? You'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to make Wolf have a relatively opposite personality of mine. I wonder if anyone actually noticed what sort of character he has by now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story expands, so will the number of questions increase. Answers may be given, depending on whether or not I know what questions I actually created :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from that, Chapter 2 is actually on it's way! Very, very soon... and I mean very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7691141157874541199?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7691141157874541199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fod-writers-notes-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7691141157874541199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7691141157874541199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fod-writers-notes-iv.html' title='FoD - Writer&apos;s Notes IV'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8064225315058265549</id><published>2010-03-04T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:19:11.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - VIII</title><content type='html'>Dark clouds gathered around the castle. It seemed like it was going to be yet another stormy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious figure was looking at several hourglasses that he had. The sand within just seemed to continue to flow endlessly, as if there was no end to the supply of sand. Neither did the pile of sand at the bottom of the hourglass increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the sand in one of the hourglasses started to run out. It was as if this was the only normal hourglass that he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sand ran out, nothing initially happened. However, after a short pause, it burst into pieces, scattering sand all over the area. Pieces of glass lay around where the mysterious figure stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Master?" A lady's voice spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes please. Thank you!" The figure smiled at the lady. She cleaned up the glass and the scattered sand. The figure was still staring intently at the other hourglasses, as if waiting for things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the lady was done, she walked slowly out the door and shut it behind her. The figure then walked over to his couch and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... that's one done. Doubt it was easy, but that's how it's meant to be, hm?" The figure spoke with a straight face. He seemed to know many things that a particular someone would like to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I wonder how he's going to fare for the others? Hopefully the next one won't give him that much trouble..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roaring thunder could be heard. Not long after, raindrops fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to be a stormy night..." The figure murmured as he stood up from his couch and went to his bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chapter 1 END-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8064225315058265549?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8064225315058265549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-viii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8064225315058265549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8064225315058265549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-viii.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - VIII'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3418660176712493286</id><published>2010-03-04T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:02:21.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - VII</title><content type='html'>It seemed like everything was too late. Nothing could be rectified from the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf's battered body was just left there, and the figure stood beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch. You're really.... useless, ya'know? I can't believe I could have defeated you! That's just stupid! But hey, it ends in my victory in the end! Ahahaha! Enjoy slowly decaying into the earth, Wolf." The figure turned around, and slowly walked away from his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf's claws twitched. The figure never knew about it, though. Besides, struggling to be alive wouldn't help much in doing anything, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf was sprawled on the ground. He was badly beaten, anyone could see that. Panting and bleeding, he struggled to keep himself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Th--.... ye---...." Wolf said in a very soft tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure turned around, and saw that he was still alive. He walked towards Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you just say? It's too soft, I couldn't hear you, weakling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thi-- thi--... is---" Wolf could only say it in bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" The figure bent down, trying to hear what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS ISN'T OVER YET!" With a quick shout, Wolf took the earth that was on his claws and threw it right onto the figure's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure got a short stun, still recovering from the shock. Wolf took the opportunity to get all his energy ready to slash the figure. The figure was also attempting to be one with the wind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not... this... time!" Using all his energy, he pounced onto the figure and clawed right through his torso. The figure gave a sharp cry and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, Wolf continued to slash all over the figure, taking revenge from what happened earlier. But he didn't have that much energy. He collapsed right beside the figure, completely drained of all his stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not.. bad...." The figure muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time for you to tell me everything you know." Wolf panted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not much, really... Your soul was... literally... ripped to shreds when you drowned... I don't know... why..." The figure was bleeding badly, and could hardly continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do know... however... that we were created... from these souls of yours... Our purpose is... unknown... but we were told... to fight you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By who?" Wolf questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never... saw... face..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You... are now existing... in the alternate.... reality... You... need... to find a way... back... soon........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other figures... are waiting... More danger... lies ahead....... Do be careful... Wolf." The figure couldn't continue further. His injuries were very severe. After all, he was, just a soul of Wolf's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You... need to get... your souls back... regardless... of how painful... it could get... how dangerous... it is... how torturous... it could be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time for me... to return to my... owner..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks... for... the... battle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the figure Wolf was fighting slowly disintegrated into small light particles. It was too bright, for Wolf, who was badly beaten, at least. The last thing he could feel was that the particles were slowly entering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't sustain his consciousness any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More rest, huh...." and Wolf's eyes shut. He knew that things would turn out to be really interesting from here on out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3418660176712493286?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3418660176712493286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3418660176712493286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3418660176712493286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-vii.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - VII'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2619338171294950275</id><published>2010-03-04T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:40:22.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - VI</title><content type='html'>The battle began. Neither side actually made a move for a very long while, as if waiting for the opposite party to move first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf took the opportunity and made a quick pounce towards the figure, ready to do a slash on him. The figure just seemed to stand rooted there, as if waiting for the attack to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf's claw came slashing right down on the figure, but... something was not right. As he landed on the ground, he turned around to see the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure slowly faded away, as if it never existed. It turned and faced Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good try, but, you should try harder!" A quick laugh, and the figure disappeared into thin air. It was as if his attack never struck the figure at all, as if... it was "not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden strike from his back stunned him. It was a powerful hit, and the impact sent him flying a distance away. Wolf didn't know where that came from, but he could sense that the figure he was speaking to was still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you already got a taste of my attack even before this. You should have been prepared this would happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf then understood what was going on. Manipulation of surroundings, no, more specifically, air. He couldn't understand though, how the figure managed to stab his body without leaving a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a small present from someone else." The figure responded, as if knowing what Wolf was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ain't going to find me just by standing there, you know? Come on, think of a way to hit me! I'm already bored..." The wind carried the figure's voice. Wolf was really angered by now, but he still couldn't score a hit on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about I propose a change of rules? I hit you even once, you tell me everything you know." Wolf spoke to the air, not knowing where the figure was by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? That's way too much of a bargain for you! But, hah! I guess that's fine with me. Not that you'll strike me at all anyway!" Ending off that sentence, a quick punch on Wolf's face could be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not going to be any simple way of finding that figure. Not with it seemingly all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Focus........" A small gust of wind went over his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More strikes came landing on Wolf while he was still confused as to what to do. By now, the figure was mildly angered by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should up the ante, isn't it? You just standing there like a straw doll makes this no fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden slice across Wolf's arm stunned him. It started to bleed, and this definitely was for real. The figure was not kidding this time, and Wolf needed to find a way out of this situation as quick as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Distracted again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more slices went slashing onto Wolf. It was not going to be the best ending to this battle. Not when Wolf was getting beaten around like a rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strikes were getting more and more vicious as time went on. Wolf just couldn't keep up with escaping the attacks whenever he could. He could feel like the air became razor-sharp knives that were ready to slash him at anytime. He was ready to give up. Ready to just let the battle end with him losing. Ready to let it everything fade to nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you want that, huh? FINE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf suddenly got picked up into the air. He lost control of his whole body, unable to move a single muscle. The air was restraining his movements. Just then, he felt that the air became thinner... and thinner... and thinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gasped for air, struggling to get out of the situation. There was nothing he could do, was there? Midway in air, not being able to move, doing nothing... He knew it was going to end in his brutal loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was close to losing consciousness. A powerful slam on the ground followed, his body battered and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take it as your final warning. The next strike, I will crush you bit by bit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to keep himself conscious now, he couldn't do much, other than grab the earth in front of him as a final struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all over..." Wolf made a soft murmur to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOCUS! THINK!" A voice inside his head shouted. He didn't know who it was, but it definitely gave him a little more consciousness with such a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. Time's up. Let's just send you to hell, shall we?" The figure picked him up once more, and again, he was floating in air. This time however, the air was getting heavier and heavier above him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could feel the air crushing his bones slowly... slowly... A loud crack could be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAARRRRR-GGGGHHHHH!!!!" Wolf screamed in agony. His ribcage was slowly getting crushed under the air's weight. He had to do something, anything at all. His eyes began to close... ever so slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good...bye..." Wolf whispered as the figure dropped him back to ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that's it? I expected more from you, Wolf." The figure reappeared from the surroundings, stepping his body and kicking it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed next, was dead silence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2619338171294950275?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2619338171294950275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-vi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2619338171294950275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2619338171294950275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-vi.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - VI'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7209031032822010569</id><published>2010-03-04T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:08:04.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - V</title><content type='html'>"My, oh my... Look who this is?" The figure spoke in a very familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right. So what do you want, trying to be a copy of me? I appreciate having a fanbase but this isn't necessary." He responded, expecting that the figure knew something he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'm not a COPY of you, alright? I'm just..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just? Just? Hurry up and say it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a few steps back, not fully understanding what the figure just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, shocked are we? There's no need to be! You were, after all, dead, weren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recalled the drowning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was some... things, I'd say, that was done. But hey, you're alive! Isn't that the best thing already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, now. I don't need more confusing things as it is now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure, or more accurately, a carbon copy of himself, just stood there staring at him. He couldn't grasp it still, but he didn't want to let that figure just go away, not when he had so many questions in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still pondering over the many things? Let me help you." With a swift movement, the figure struck right into him, razor sharp claws piercing through anything in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh." The figure just gave a smirk, then retracted his claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was obvious. It felt... too real. Was he going to just die off without a proper answer? He looked down, ready to see his life end before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, no injuries were on him. Not even a scratch. Neither was there a mark that he had been stabbed by that figure, ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolf, wolf, wolf... You should learn your lesson. Take that as a warning, and LISTEN to me if you want to find out more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP! I don't need that name anymore. Stop calling me that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, being agitated now? It is, your name, or should I say, our name, after all!" The figure laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange that the figure even knew his name. Wolf just waited for the figure to say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how about this. Every strike that I fail to block, I'll tell you a portion of the information that I believe you'd like to know?" The figure broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duel sounded good, but Wolf was not at his prime form. He could feel something missing within him, he couldn't point out what. Still, he gave a nod to the figure, in all hopes that at least something could be gained from the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, good! It's nice to see you still ready to battle even when you are not in your best form! This isn't the best place to battle though, so how about..." With a punch to the ground by the figure, the earth rattled, as if a sudden earthquake just struck the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks on the ground formed. Trees originally around the area started falling into the cracks. Wolf looked around, seeing that the area was becoming a flat piece of land in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Done! Now we're ready!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be an intense battle, he could feel. Things were not going to be the same once this battle started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7209031032822010569?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7209031032822010569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7209031032822010569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7209031032822010569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-v.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - V'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7636742856196580886</id><published>2010-03-04T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:45:44.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - IV</title><content type='html'>"So much for rest..." He stood up, obviously still shaken by what had happened. It was a considerable long rest for him, much like hibernation, actually, but he knew that it wasn't the best time to be hibernating. Not when so many things happened. At the very least, he could feel that his stamina and strength returned by a decent lot, but something seemed to be missing from within him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the blazing sun shining right on him, he moved slowly toward a tree for some shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around the area, he noticed that no one was there already. Not a single trace of them was left. Where should he start? Where did all those figures go? He couldn't decide instantaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the wind brought a voice along, he heard "Follow where your heart desires...", and it faded away very quickly. It alerted his senses, but no one was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the voice? Only time could tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have time on my hands to laze around now!" With a quick footing, he sprinted on his fours towards a direction. Somewhere that he felt he would find something, somewhere he felt his heart was guiding him to. He didn't know where he was headed towards, but he continued dashing his way through the thick bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenery around the area helped to cool him down from all the dashing, but the fur on him was the ultimate shade. It was still cool, as if the surrounding wasn't blazing hot at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he attempted to look up, the blinding sunlight stopped him from doing so. He couldn't see much of anything, and could only squint his eyes. That never helped much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked slowly. Slowly towards an open area where he had never seen before. He was being pulled towards it, and it piqued his curiosity. Maneuvering past the overgrowth surrounding him, he saw a shadowy figure in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a quick sprint in an attempt to reach the figure. Closer, closer... He could feel that he was reaching the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, no matter how long he took, it seemed like the figure just wasn't getting any closer to him. One step was all it took after that, to give him an utter surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if time sped up by hours, the blazing sun disappeared into thin air, only to be replaced by the cold, windy night. He looked up and noticed the very sudden change, but couldn't understand what was happening. Unfortunately for him, he didn't notice that the figure was right in front of him in a split second, and he crashed onto the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure stepped back a little bit, but it seemed like the crash didn't cause any significant impact on him. As he recovered from the crash, he looked up at the figure, and knew in an instant, the confrontation with the figure was not going to be a smooth one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7636742856196580886?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7636742856196580886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7636742856196580886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7636742856196580886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-iv.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - IV'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7590432880774995199</id><published>2010-02-26T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:52:25.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Last 7 hours</title><content type='html'>And so, the final 7 hours of my work begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be any surprises in store? I really look forward to the end of the day now ;). Been a tiring journey to go on, working on and on towards a computer, answering calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all worth it -- for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, short post, time to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7590432880774995199?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7590432880774995199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-7-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7590432880774995199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7590432880774995199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-7-hours.html' title='Last 7 hours'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2003788325016465418</id><published>2010-02-26T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:03:17.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>FoD - Writer's Notes III</title><content type='html'>Wow, 'his' rest sure is taking some time ;) Going real time resting along with me placing my attention to work has drawn me away from adding a new chapter part on to the ongoing story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just a quick update, some changes will be made to the starting 3 chapter-parts of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just... found it weird after finishing it up, being unhappy at some parts of the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own foresight of how this should progress, but occasionally, I'd have to make some changes I find necessary. And this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters I-II and I-III have been edited a little to make it sound less stupid, and more dark ~_~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter I-IV should be coming real soon, since I intend to finish up Chapter I before I go for my enlistment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2003788325016465418?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2003788325016465418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fod-writers-notes-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2003788325016465418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2003788325016465418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fod-writers-notes-iii.html' title='FoD - Writer&apos;s Notes III'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4403712359544031733</id><published>2010-02-26T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:52:49.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hello...? Hello? Hello? Part III</title><content type='html'>The last one, I believe! Let's continue on with my experiences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up many calls every day, and as time goes by, people recognize my voice, I recognize theirs. And that's where a small friendship bond starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Scenario 1, I was asked to pass the call to another person every time (just different one, now). But since he was away for a while, anyone who picks up this consumer's call would just have to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting, that the same person would reach my hotline every single time! ;) I was really fortunate to have spoken with her so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was unforgettable, was that she almost always mistook my voice for the other CS' voice (he's the only other male in CS). Then I had to correct her everytime :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, every time I picked her call, it was always really cool. We managed to identify each other, then chatted longer and more on the phone, more than just having a query. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, though, she called once, both to make a query, and to say that she wouldn't be working with effect from today (time of my post). It was a little sad to say goodbye to her since we chatted so often, but we have to let things go, sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say farewell to her, while I wait for one day before I say farewell, too.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Just like workload, I couldn't tolerate getting tons of calls when busy doing my work. Yet, when there's little to no work left, I keep staring at the phone, hoping for someone to reach my hotline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I even asked my sister to call me :P Just to chat on the phone... But I'd have to hang up still, since it's not nice to hog the line and prevent customers from calling in &gt;.&lt; but it was still a long chat!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a memorable experience, I'm sure of it. Saying my goodbyes to them... hm. But first, a nice lunch with all of them x)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4403712359544031733?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4403712359544031733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-hello-part-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4403712359544031733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4403712359544031733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-hello-part-iii.html' title='Hello...? Hello? Hello? Part III'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-6069511559966570195</id><published>2010-02-26T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:52:49.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hello...? Hello? Hello? Part II</title><content type='html'>Of course, work is diversified. Like for me, I had to help out between different countries and their respective work, which was quite a challenge since handling two countries is a strain on a person's mental and physical health ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that part though, next is the more interesting ones: Picking up phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are designated to a hotline, it's like the most interesting experience you could ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first experience started off really cool, with my colleague right beside me when I was taking the call (we're normally a few meters from each others desk). Just after I logged on the phone, within a matter of minutes, the first call came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, imagine my anxiety when picking up the call! Fortunately it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, but for a first timer, my voice was just a wee bit shaky, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that as time progressed, I got used to picking up calls, readily answering their queries. But still, being a greenhorn at all these meant I had to consult my colleagues at times, while holding the person on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is where all the strange experiences of a Customer Service staff enters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come across so many different customers, but some experiences are just too memorable to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Getting hung up just after I picked up the phone&lt;br /&gt;2) Getting hung up after holding the phone, and asking the person to wait for a while&lt;br /&gt;3) Receiving strange requests and questions that seemed to be the most obvious, but yet still asked (Am I allowed I buy this? I've never bought this before..... Note: all stores ALWAYS start off without anything isn't it? =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more fun experiences then came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, was this guy who called a few times in a row within a few hours. Strangely enough, I'd pick up his call every single time, and every time, it's always the same thing: (insert name here) please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to transfer the phone over... Strangely enough, every time he called, it would hardly reach the target person he was looking for. My hotline and his call has a great affinity! :P&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Second up, was definitely a really strange, but freaky experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should one react to an angry consumer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just this once, where I was speaking to my colleague as she just returned from her leave, and she saw me picking up the hotline. The conversation then followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? Taking hotline already?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Still quite new with it, but I'm doing okay... no bad experiences yet!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, those are very few one lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"True, true. Hope I don't get one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a call comes (Dejavu, much?). This person who is looking really urgently for someone else could never reach him no matter how much he tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And twice, I picked up his phone (unfortunately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, he started blurting out all sorts of profanities, ending off with "Can you f*** him or not, ah? Can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god x_x! What reaction should I have at this point? He's freaking pissed, he's a consumer, but I cannot just hang up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I just gave off a small smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him (target person), that I am searching high and low for him! Ask him GET BACK TO ME ASAP!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay. I'll pass that message to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after hanging up, I spoke to my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg? So heng (lucky) to get that call?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, another call came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, hello? I spoke to you just now right?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... yeah. Anything I can help you with?" (The EXACT same person, 3rd time! I was so worried he was going to spew more profanities and stuff ._.)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. He finally picked up my call already! No need to find him. Thanks ah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay. Thanks! Bye~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW &gt;_&gt; Lucky, lucky, lucky me that things didn't spiral out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the only once I'd ever receive an angry customer... but it's a memorable experience. Can't forget that ._.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;With that, ends Part II, and continues Part III! So many things to say, but I don't wanna clutter everything up~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-6069511559966570195?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6069511559966570195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-hello-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6069511559966570195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6069511559966570195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-hello-part-ii.html' title='Hello...? Hello? Hello? Part II'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1200282994123552057</id><published>2010-02-26T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:52:49.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hello...? Hello? Hello?</title><content type='html'>The life of a Customer Service personnel is always filled with fun and excitement. While I've never once mentioned what I was working as, I have now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a job which always demands you to be in your utmost spirits, because you never know when a pile of work will come crashing down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it demands your attention to details, challenging your hearing to people whose voices are too soft (or that their phones are just not good ._.) and your quick ability to access information desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 weeks, and it has already passed by so quickly. In less than 24 hours, my first job ends, and I say farewell to my first group of colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter sweet memories, I must say! Everyday brought new surprises which I would never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more interestingly, I have to hound people everyday to tell me how I should complete a certain task :P Fortunately for me, they are patient enough! I definitely appreciate their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work load was always an interesting matter that one can never understand how it, well, works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with some work lets people feel that it's not too difficult, still going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one day, you receive a pile of things to do, it always instantly becomes a living nightmare, trying to finish off as many things in the 8 hours as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, 8 hours is definitely not enough for some of my colleagues! It's a killer seeing the things they're doing non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, the instant you pass that phase of living through hell, you seem to desire for more workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when any of the days gives you tiny workloads, you begin to rot in an area, hoping for work to fall on you to do. Then you finish any that comes your way within minutes. And wait... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting it is, that we desire more work, when we have less to do, yet go crazy and depressed over a massive load of things to do. How do people find an equilibrium, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just part of my experience at work. It's always so fun to speak about what happens! New things popping up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this continues, into part II!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1200282994123552057?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1200282994123552057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1200282994123552057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1200282994123552057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-hello.html' title='Hello...? Hello? Hello?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5063270167697635193</id><published>2010-02-26T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:52:57.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Home Saga'/><title type='text'>And the Countdown Begins...</title><content type='html'>Been ages since I've posted. Not surprising, though! It's been so busy at work, and I still have my personal life to attend to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, time just ticked slowly... slowly... down to the next biggest event which will occur in exactly 1 weeks time -- enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both looking forward and being apprehensive about it has kept me stuck in the middle, not sure whether to feel happy, or to actually feel worried, or sad. Who knows? Things like these are always hard to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing I can really do now, is to wait. Wait for that one moment to come, hoping that it passes in a flash, which obviously won't, since it'll eat 2 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much can 2 years affect a person's life? I'll await to see... when I enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave things behind undone, but I can see that I am doing, and will be doing loads of that before this week flies by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will I meet? What will happen? It all boils down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week. Just 1 week, to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5063270167697635193?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5063270167697635193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-countdown-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5063270167697635193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5063270167697635193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-countdown-begins.html' title='And the Countdown Begins...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-890870527794186204</id><published>2010-02-08T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:28:06.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 4, ED 4</title><content type='html'>Bah! Loads of removal of videos, and the more recent videos have some pretty bad sound quality! I'll wait for better videos before another repost is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwOgdYwVfZU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwOgdYwVfZU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;瞬間センチメンタル&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HhoXSxUV8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HhoXSxUV8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 12-13 episodes of FMA:B is now underway. Along with it comes two new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Song: Period&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending Song: 瞬間センチメンタル (Shunkan Sentimental)&lt;br /&gt;Artist: SCANDAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 4 (TV Size, Credits to ShelDonDon14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epP-32pvOk8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epP-32pvOk8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 4 (Credits to harupyuia8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1b5NGJRmPTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1b5NGJRmPTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED 4 (TV Size, Credits to DarkRyouX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EmPyEo5Yag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EmPyEo5Yag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED 4 (Credits to Imitaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Kakx3wA9zQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Kakx3wA9zQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lovely songs, I'm getting addicted to them even though I've only heard them a second time ;). Enjoy the videos! I'll check if any get removed regularly for as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-890870527794186204?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/890870527794186204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-4_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/890870527794186204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/890870527794186204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-4_08.html' title='Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 4, ED 4'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2345058752007491906</id><published>2010-02-07T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:53:21.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>And the Outburst happens... In a Burst!</title><content type='html'>Very short burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to shut the door that they were arguing at, in front of their faces, and asking them to shut up, get some peace time, then talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find it necessary that this argument draws on. Both side emotionally aggravated, both sides still going on... and on... and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does. Thanks :). Time to go back to what I wanted -- Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2345058752007491906?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2345058752007491906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-outburst-happens-in-burst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2345058752007491906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2345058752007491906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-outburst-happens-in-burst.html' title='And the Outburst happens... In a Burst!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5192821236547885560</id><published>2010-02-07T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:53:21.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bad Starts to Mornings?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why must people get bad starts to mornings? While it's horrible to be the one caught in the midst of bad starts, I wasn't the one involved this time, just a bystander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's not necessary to wake up and less than 1 minute of walking out, nagging at someone else occurs. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP! &lt;_&lt; I appreciate you spoiling my day, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand a mother's worry on a child's education and all, but I don't need nags to occur twice a day, whether it's morning or night, whether it's outside or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a mother's privilege to nag, I admit. But everyone, and I mean HUMANS need to understand people's hearts and thoughts. And I must say, this certain female, is just a very, very, very bad processor of thoughts. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she's not my mum, but hey, living under the same roof, you have to tolerate. Good way to vent my anger isn't it? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first we start from nagging, then it goes to caning... not necessary. Not when the person being whacked is like, 13? I don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person needs to know how a person's growing up process is like, and they need to watch their words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked at how this mother actually USES her words, which in my opinion are abusive, and unnecessary. Worse, should the child be actually threatening to leave home, that is a sign that everything should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... and the nagging continues. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both needs to seek psychological treatment, really :) I'd rather they just leave this house and not bother me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always want to say this: Want to argue, want to beat people, get out of my f***ing house, and do it. Once done, once all's over, THEN return to this serenity that I desire. I don't need people to cause chaos to my peace within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it hasn't occurred yet. But if it does, it's an outburst, and it can be VERY, VERY, nasty. It won't be as good as just saying mere words, there will be LOADS of shouting, screaming, and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People involved MAY get involved in a very, very bad abuse. And I mean it. I'm not a person who's always nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5192821236547885560?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5192821236547885560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-starts-to-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5192821236547885560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5192821236547885560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-starts-to-mornings.html' title='Bad Starts to Mornings?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3686301369291136906</id><published>2010-02-02T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:53:30.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>FoD - Writer's Notes II</title><content type='html'>The third chapter came out just a day or so back, and I'm back with my notes cause I found it pretty relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the storyline in my plot goes at its very own, slow pace, so did today's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough I expected it to be a relatively busy one but that didn't happen, instead I got myself into a load of slack time that I didn't know what to do but, well, just slack o-o. Worse is I don't want to show that I'm slacking, not when it's supposed to be work time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened after that was fiddling with the computer, shifting things around, doing loads of useless things, walking around, blankly staring at areas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there was enough work to relief boredom from all the waiting-- waiting for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just cause I didn't go look for some cause I knew what was going to happen if I did.......... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how slow does time flow? It really depends on mood, I'd suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3686301369291136906?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3686301369291136906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fod-writers-notes-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3686301369291136906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3686301369291136906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fod-writers-notes-ii.html' title='FoD - Writer&apos;s Notes II'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7603663093426363041</id><published>2010-01-31T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:12:13.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - III</title><content type='html'>He slowly opened his eyes, recovering from the attack which seemed to last an eternity as he drowned. His surrounding seemed like he returned to where he was previously at, the Dark Forest, but he could tell something was not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stood up, he stumbled and realized his strength was not at his usual level. Worse, it seemed as if a large chunk of strength was removed from him, so much that he could only barely stand and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that surviving the drowning itself was already strange, but now he needed to get some answers to what was occurring to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His drained strength made him completely weakened, easily stumbling. His eyesight was just blurry, to the point that it felt he could collapse anytime, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the crimson moonlight shining down on him, he heard footsteps, but it was not around him, but above him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his head and saw something that could not have been possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without making out what they were, he could sense that five figures were standing around. He could not raise his voice to call them, for his strength was just too low. He noticed that they were standing... on water. Strangely enough, it looked really familiar, but he just couldn't think at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that, around him were four other figures, but they were a distance away that he could not reach any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One turned around to look at him, and what he saw stunned him. Looking like a copy of him, the blurry figure stood there, staring at him, not uttering a single word. He tried to focus his vision, and confirmed that it was exactly like him, but something just didn't feel right about any of the figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His vision started to blur again, he realized he needed to recuperate more. As he collapsed once more to the ground, he saw that the nine figures walked away, all towards different directions, regardless of where they were. He raised his hand, hoping for something to occur, but he knew that there was not a chance. Salvation... was not possible. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure walked past him, as if he was never present. He couldn't muster any strength to stop that figure, but he knew that many answers would lie within the figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his eyes slowly shut from exhaustion, he muttered a few words, before collapsing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rest...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Answers...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all just the beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7603663093426363041?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7603663093426363041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7603663093426363041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7603663093426363041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-iii.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - III'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2492616005685721892</id><published>2010-01-27T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:51:22.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wyrking, Wyrking</title><content type='html'>So, the greenhorn's out to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day on the job and it's definitely getting more difficult~ But hey, that's what work is all about isn't it! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, things are going to be like a rollercoaster ride! But o_O what will happen in the days to come?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, it's definitely a tiring job! Drifting off to bed is so easy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting that 1/3 of our lives are spent working, or more. So we actually spend most of our lives.... SLEEPING! HA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it over, it's time for me to take a break from all the buzz at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2492616005685721892?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2492616005685721892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/wyrking-wyrking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2492616005685721892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2492616005685721892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/wyrking-wyrking.html' title='Wyrking, Wyrking'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7475052360312399557</id><published>2010-01-24T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:05:27.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>FoD - Writer's Notes I</title><content type='html'>Celebrating my 100th post came a double "issue" of FoD, which is just below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it seems like FoD is just like an ordinary story, it is by no means one. Whatever events happen inside is always linked to something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned this before, but FoD was my means of conveying a message, an experience to other readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a different way, I am sharing what went through in my life using a story. Of course since it's a story, everything needs to be more... refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe no one has noticed it yet, but I've never given a name, a look, a build to "he". It's probably intentional, although I already have a name and how he should look on my mind. Just that I want to hold back all these information until I find the right time to release it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately [or unfortunately!], FoD's going to be ongoing for some time, like a train on rails with no end to where it's moving. It just all coincides with how a person's life comes with ups and downs, new experiences and what not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not, an ending always comes to any story, and mine will have one to. It just depends on when I'm going to place it only, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that ends my writer's notes for this time. FoD would continue... when it does! Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7475052360312399557?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7475052360312399557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/fod-writers-notes-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7475052360312399557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7475052360312399557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/fod-writers-notes-i.html' title='FoD - Writer&apos;s Notes I'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3897793034371779079</id><published>2010-01-24T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:16:00.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - II</title><content type='html'>With the final step, onto the center of the lake, the glow stopped completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch." was the only word he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, without a warning, the lake surface began to glow just like how it was with his steps, and it began to envelop the whole lake to as far as he could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew this was not a good sign, although no one had ever spoken about this lake within the Forest, but he stood his ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden pull on his leg surprised him, and he attempted to break free of that pull. No matter how much force he used, it seemed as though the pull would be way stronger than his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a split second, he was pulled into the lake at alarming speed, and it didn't stop there. It just continued pulling him deeper... deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to run out of breath. Gasping for air within the water would be the worst choice he would have done, since that would just cause him to drown. He held on until the very last second, staring up towards the surface which became quiet once more, as if nothing had ever happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down, and saw pitch black. He knew that no one would have known any of this to happen, but he didn't want to disappear just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a strong force went through his body. One that he never felt before. One that was so immense, it knocked him totally unconscious. As he got pulled deeper, on the surface, a mist was slowly forming, and his figure became less visible... less visible... until no figure could be seen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, the Lake just stayed quiet as ever, like no disturbance ever happened...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3897793034371779079?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3897793034371779079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3897793034371779079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3897793034371779079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-ii.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - II'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-930513602701255163</id><published>2010-01-24T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:58:39.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - I</title><content type='html'>Just as he thought and heard of, the Dark Forest lived up to its name. Hardly any moonlight shone into the forest, and he was unable to see anything just a few steps ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely though, the Dark Forest was made up of all dead and withered trees, and there were no leaves there to block the moonlight from entering, yet it seemed that just a few branches from the trees over him were able to block all the crimson moonlight that attempted to seep through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he continued proceeding forth, he noticed that the road split into two. He looked up and saw a strange signpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards - Left&lt;br /&gt;Death - Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it did seem like an obvious choice on what he should have chosen, he remained silent, and moved towards the path on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path looked totally ordinary, nothing out of place. The dead leaves strewn all over the ground and dry soil just showed how bad the condition was within the Forest, and he knew that he needed to get out of the area as soon as possible, unless he wanted to be part of the Forest-- as a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large lake loomed across the path he was walking, as if appearing from nowhere. He couldn't be bothered with it and proceeded across the lake. Strangely enough, it seemed as though the surface of the lake was rock solid and he could move on the surface as if walking on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step he took, he felt something wasn't right but continued moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, beneath his feet, he saw a small glow that spread out like a ripple, before disappearing. While his instincts told him to head back, he went against himself and moved forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, with every step, the glow continued to appear, seemingly brighter with every step, extending larger into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he never expected was what happened when he took the last step towards the center of the lake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-930513602701255163?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/930513602701255163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/930513602701255163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/930513602701255163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-chapter-i-i.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Chapter I - I'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7665835801666386377</id><published>2010-01-15T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:39:50.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 4, ED 4</title><content type='html'>The last 12-13 episodes of FMA:B is now underway. Along with it comes two new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Song: Period&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending Song: 瞬間センチメンタル (Shunkan Sentimental)&lt;br /&gt;Artist: SCANDAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 4 (TV Size, Credits to ShelDonDon14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epP-32pvOk8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epP-32pvOk8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 4 (Credits to gothsushi36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BaQTDCSMls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BaQTDCSMls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED 4 (TV Size, Credits to DarkRyouX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EmPyEo5Yag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EmPyEo5Yag&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED 4 (Credits to Imitaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNfHQ4oigBM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNfHQ4oigBM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP 4 + ED 4 (TV Size for both, Credits to TheOfficialDanKuso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0wYR7S0-j4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0wYR7S0-j4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lovely songs, I'm getting addicted to them even though I've only heard them a second time ;). Enjoy the videos! I'll check if any get removed regularly for as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7665835801666386377?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7665835801666386377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7665835801666386377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7665835801666386377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-4.html' title='Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 4, ED 4'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5025102784834553223</id><published>2010-01-15T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:57:00.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Late Night Posting... Again</title><content type='html'>Strange. Seems like there's a trend I prefer to blog only in the deep dark depths of the night compared to daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just prefer privacy and secrecy, not that my blog's a secret! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One post coming up tomorrow I believe? FMA's 4th OP and ED are already out! Videos all coming /soon/. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5025102784834553223?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5025102784834553223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-posting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5025102784834553223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5025102784834553223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-posting-again.html' title='Late Night Posting... Again'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-859053317625131053</id><published>2010-01-13T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:01:57.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrono Cross'/><title type='text'>Dimensions of Time - Chrono Cross</title><content type='html'>As promised, here comes the one game that I watched [not played] which got me really interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has been something that has crept up to me slowly as itself passes by, but it's hard to express that feeling of curiosity about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give full credit to ArtificialRaven for his video, you can check more out at his channel for Chrono Cross. A direct link would be this: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Artificialraven#p/c/C0190012572C97C6/0/p3z3HxU3B8s"&gt;Click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings you to the very first video that you'll be seeing here. I'll also type some parts of whatever was mentioned inside the video, because that's what I found was memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually two videos, one for the start and the end. The narration is also in that format, split by the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The videos are all the way at the bottom, to not disrupt your watching pleasure x).&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What was the start of all this?&lt;br /&gt;When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,&lt;br /&gt;From deep within the flow of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for a certainty, back then,&lt;br /&gt;We loved so many, yet hated so much,&lt;br /&gt;We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet even then, we ran like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Whilst our laughter echoed,&lt;br /&gt;Under cerulean skies...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Meaninglessly hurting one another...&lt;br /&gt;The disappearing life-forms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to hate...&lt;br /&gt;Hate to love...&lt;br /&gt;Why are we born?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution?&lt;br /&gt;The "survival of the fittest?"&lt;br /&gt;What is there to be achieved from&lt;br /&gt;harming one another...&lt;br /&gt;Killing one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Does that make us all just pawns?&lt;br /&gt;Are each of our short lives&lt;br /&gt;nothing but a cheap sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;just so the one chosen life-form &lt;br /&gt;can be born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each life-form that attempts to&lt;br /&gt;eke out a decent life for itself&lt;br /&gt;forms a link in the golden chain&lt;br /&gt;that leads to the creation of&lt;br /&gt;a new universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If one link is missing,&lt;br /&gt;there will be no future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;a useless life-form...&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as&lt;br /&gt;a pawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3z3HxU3B8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3z3HxU3B8s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEoFeVxMwoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEoFeVxMwoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, there was also a song that's included in this whole game, I'm not going to show it here. A really soothing song I must say, but this isn't where I'll place it. Not yet, at least. Not until... time will tell. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was one really interesting storyline to read, but it's also one that's very confusing. For those who's interested in watching the playthrough, be forewarned that you'll very likely get lost in the plot halfway through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-859053317625131053?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/859053317625131053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/dimensions-of-time-chrono-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/859053317625131053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/859053317625131053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/dimensions-of-time-chrono-cross.html' title='Dimensions of Time - Chrono Cross'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1330145765250523598</id><published>2010-01-10T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:54:42.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Everflowing, Everlasting</title><content type='html'>Here goes the next section of more talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people couldn't speak their mind, of course they would go to other extents to express themselves. Some by music, some... like me, typing. Don't start saying that it's boring to see words. I'm expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that regardless of what we do, regardless of what happens, regardless of the incidents that have come and gone, there's always something that goes ever so slowly, but stays forever, even until we're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do realize that I love to speak of it, I wonder why? Time seems to be something that comes to attract me really well, and I just get really interested when there's any related topic to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate dimensions, a split timeline, anything that gets related to time, I'll like it, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like now, where the time's 4:16AM, it's really intriguing how I managed to stay up so late for the past few weeks all the way till this sort of time, yet continue everyday as though it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is something really mysterious actually. In what way is it mysterious? Just how it works, how it's... 4:18AM currently, and not 4:18PM, or 12:00PM or what not. But hey, that's just some really random stuff there isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a saying which went "the moment you're born, you are living to your death." That really makes sense actually. We are born to die, but we still live on as usual, ticking all the way to that very last second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with so much chat about time, an upcoming post will show just one way time has been manipulated, or I should say, split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sleepy eyes, but I don't think I should stop yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, "I should create one chapter of my story everytime I make a blog post," but... nah, that's like an obligation. I don't like to be bounded by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I do know is, it seems like the next part of the story should be coming really soon, maybe in a few days time? Depending on when I have the mood to start randomly typing a plot as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood is getting a new OP and ED in it's next episode? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;-gone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1330145765250523598?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1330145765250523598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/everflowing-everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1330145765250523598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1330145765250523598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/everflowing-everlasting.html' title='Everflowing, Everlasting'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7164690031604533929</id><published>2010-01-10T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:54:42.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Late Night Silence</title><content type='html'>Both a creepy, yet serene kind of feel is within the atmosphere currently. I really shouldn't say much, but hey, what's there to do when your bio clock has shifted so radically you don't know what's going to come next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silence is really something that I want. That I need. That I love to embrace. Getting away from the buzz and shouts of city life really helps me to keep my mind on a balance, which is why I like to get in touch with nature, or I should say, I like to get in touch with it when I get to ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are just some times when situations arise which disturb this balance in me, which disrupts the continual flow. This is when things can really go out of hand, and I will not be 'me' in just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tolerate people shouting at home, because I feel that home is what it's supposed to be, a shelter for people to make use of when they need to get away from matters. Yet, time arises when it is just purely inevitable, when discipline needs to be handed down to those who aren't too obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mate, I don't give a f***ing care on that. Wanna create noise, get lost from the house and return after it's done. But hey, what can you do? It's an adult whacking a child for 'discipline.' Ha, like I believe in that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to topic, if any of such incidents occur, it just disrupts my own calm mentality, which... really gets me into a nice agitated feel in less than 5 minutes. Provoke me further and I can turn really... really, I should say, dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why people say "the most subtle person is actually the most dangerous." That's true, you'd better believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, fortunately I'm getting better at controlling these outrages now that no damage is really done at all, or maybe just damage done to my mind from all that control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the irony comes that I do lose my temper and become the one creating noise at time. Heh, can't be helped, eh? Fortunately these incidents are totally few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start typing, it really seems like I can't stop. And I actually won't. One more post for the day coming right up in a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7164690031604533929?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7164690031604533929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7164690031604533929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7164690031604533929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-silence.html' title='The Late Night Silence'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5296347826712062867</id><published>2010-01-01T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:55:19.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>There's a First for Everything</title><content type='html'>A new year, a new start. What's your New Year's Revolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new year, there's a first for anything. The first time you have a meal [which I just did], the first time you took a shower, the first time you switch on, sit in front of, and play games on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time of visiting friends, playing sports with them, going shopping... you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, not forgetting this 'special occasion' [which actually occurs once every year], I figured I'd start off with my first, and second blog posts if you include this one for the new year ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some have noticed, but it starts off... strange. Well, meant to be that way, I'll try to tie up loose ends eventually x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot will continue expand as and when I like it [I don't have a fixed idea!] so that won't be any regular updates, unless I feel like it, or if it's a very special event for me to record down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the plot, it'll be a mix of fiction, and a bite of reality, in which many of my feelings and thoughts will be typed down as a story. Easier for me to explain, easier to be understood too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone the most successful year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5296347826712062867?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5296347826712062867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-first-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5296347826712062867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5296347826712062867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-first-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a First for Everything'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1597417493317191087</id><published>2010-01-01T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:39:37.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Flames of Darkness - Prologue</title><content type='html'>He stared into the night sky as always. There were hardly any stars, but that wasn't his concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued staring into the darkness above, as if waiting for something to happen. Never once had he missed on sitting at the peak of Drake Mt. ever since he was told to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold as ever, but regardless of how cold he was, however much he was shivering, he just sat there, staring blankly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was crimson red. A chilly wind picked up, and he stopped staring at the skies. The wind suddenly died down in an instant. Peering into the distance from where he was, he stood up, uttering the few words in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran down the Mt. and went into the Dark Forest, just a distance from the Mt. He took his first step in, and continued into the depths of darkness in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never looked back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1597417493317191087?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1597417493317191087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-prologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1597417493317191087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1597417493317191087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-of-darkness-prologue.html' title='Flames of Darkness - Prologue'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8633703389480373739</id><published>2009-12-29T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:57:14.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>Just Another Connection Problem..........</title><content type='html'>.......Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's just as always, where we have to wait for the ISPs to fix up every thing. It's unfortunate such things have to happen though! Does cause a few problems surfing the net at times [or actually, it's been going on for the past few days].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a solution I came across from Twitter (http://twitter.com/search?q=singnet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to wongjunhao for this post: Singnet users, if you're having problem with web browsing, use proxy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;proxy.singnet.com.sg with port 8080&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be hard to do that, right? Unless you don't know how to do all those stuff stated above. It's only a temporary fix, btw. Just wait for the ISPs to fix everything... which they better do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the use of proxies... search it yourself =/! This "unable to connect" thing is pissing me off. I'll just leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8633703389480373739?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8633703389480373739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-connection-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8633703389480373739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8633703389480373739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-connection-problem.html' title='Just Another Connection Problem..........'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1044954645133468439</id><published>2009-12-28T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:56:45.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>'Twas The Time of Festivities</title><content type='html'>Soooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! [Late]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Boxing Day! [Also late]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a very, very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! [A little early?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well just do all in one go so that I don't have to do another one. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting that the many holidays these few days are making loads of things hyped up, and some die down. At time of writing, it's less than 4 days to 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there's just too many things going on in everyone's world right now! Celebrating on~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be early, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your New Year's Resolution? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1044954645133468439?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1044954645133468439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-time-of-festivities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1044954645133468439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1044954645133468439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-time-of-festivities.html' title='&apos;Twas The Time of Festivities'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3650925500872896590</id><published>2009-12-17T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:56:31.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Unanswerable</title><content type='html'>Whoa, that sure was a strange experience that I just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this quick, my eyes are shutting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do things that they cannot explain later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do things, knowing that the end results is not necessarily the best outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, these has happened to me, and just recently, too. It's a weird feeling, but eventually the matter just blows off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Are we really as impulsive as we really are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems that sometimes, just sometimes, people don't seem to be able to control themselves and just fly into a rage after a response, even though there was no hidden intention behind things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I had just now, when my response to someone was actually really mild, nothing meant to be offensive, and the other party flies into a rage, asking why my response was so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately enough, neither my, nor the other party's went further than that. Not that I would anyway, considering how tough it is to get me angered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it sure is very hard to understand some actions done. It sure is intriguing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3650925500872896590?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3650925500872896590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/unanswerable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3650925500872896590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3650925500872896590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/unanswerable.html' title='Unanswerable'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1877545155051529049</id><published>2009-12-06T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:08:58.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>One More Candle Is Blown...</title><content type='html'>And my 18th birthday is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting that there has been more surprises in the well wishes I've obtained from people that I never expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, there was blank hope at some areas, and obviously, you can tell how people really are looking at you at that very point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not like I'm attributing the "I-don't-really-care" attitude to some people, just that I do know some would have. Fact is, some just really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the number 18, it's just one more year to go before I really become an "oldie" with no "1" as my starting age. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there will always be the wishes that one has, whether it is selfish, or selfless. We'll just have to see if it really happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1877545155051529049?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1877545155051529049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-candle-is-blown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1877545155051529049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1877545155051529049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-candle-is-blown.html' title='One More Candle Is Blown...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-9016810918460425962</id><published>2009-12-06T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:56:31.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I am an asshole :)</title><content type='html'>Caught your attention yet? Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once have I thought of using something really offensive as my title, but I've done it now. It's time to get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having some private time of my own in a shared computer room is great, especially when no one comes to disturb you every now and then. Ah, but I digress. Let's return to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here and now, attacking myself in the many ways that I possibly can, because there are reasons to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- disappointed myself&lt;br /&gt;- disappointed people around me&lt;br /&gt;- kept things the way they have been, when there was need for change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the many things I have really done, it just seems like I should really do a nice punch to my abdomen to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I have in some ways, but there are just so many other areas that I'm sinking deeper into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is seeking assistance a sign of weakness? Or is it a sign of strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many secrets one person hides -- is it really a secret that can be held forever? Or must one reveal it in a way or another as time ticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the first part of things for this...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part II begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being unable to completely speak out, a sign of yet another weakness? Or is it just "shyness" on my part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to voice my opinion over various events and things, yet there are so many ways that I find myself hesitating to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's because I'll hurt someone, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; that I will hurt someone, or just plainly that it's stupid to voice it out, I have held back the many comments that I could have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this has just led me further into disaster at times, and it may just bring things up a notch for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that difficult to actually confide in someone very close to you, even when you know that the person can be fully trusted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the person you confide to first, is normally no one that lives among you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to speak out at times yes? But why is it hard to do so at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many questions that surface just bring me up to yet more problems, that are in need of answering, by someone, somewhere, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-9016810918460425962?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/9016810918460425962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/9016810918460425962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/9016810918460425962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-asshole.html' title='I am an asshole :)'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-768669440336611744</id><published>2009-12-06T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:56:31.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Only a Matter of Time</title><content type='html'>"Time is of an essence," is what many people should have heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true, we should really treasure each and every moment that we have of our lives, in whatever way we have used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large cauldron of events within just two months of my life have been just a nice load to handle, yet it seems to all just blow past now. Time just goes so quickly, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure feels like it was March just two days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the many events, there have been times I needed to just take a breather, yet there were others when I seem to just act on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whichever it was, it seems like time has just provided the opportunities to fix up things I've wanted to fix, and things I've never thought I could have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say that "you cannot turn back certain events," and that's true. Even so, though these things are already etched somewhere, things can still be done. It's just whether you take up that chance, or whether you let it slip past your hands -- just like what I have done several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 'Golden Time' comes, what is the decision that YOU will make?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-768669440336611744?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/768669440336611744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-matter-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/768669440336611744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/768669440336611744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-matter-of-time.html' title='Only a Matter of Time'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8976743648250571253</id><published>2009-12-06T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:46:08.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Back to Business</title><content type='html'>After such a long inactivity, seems like there's much to talk about and catch up on. And I'll begin with the most obvious - A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off like an airplane suffering from turbulence, and ending off like a ship reaching it's destination on smooth waters, it just seems like a complete wild ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one expected what could come out, and it definitely was one heck of a nice exam to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surpr-- no, I shouldn't say that. I wasn't at all surprised at the papers. Neither was I disappointed that what I studied so hard for didn't come out, simply being the fact that you never know what Cambridge is up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things going in an unexpected turn is what was the most intense, and yet the most exciting event that could have ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that could be written, has been written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that could be done, has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that were not, are just another regret etched into our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as always, we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the final game begins -- the waiting game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8976743648250571253?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8976743648250571253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8976743648250571253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8976743648250571253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-business.html' title='Back to Business'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1425766435032331331</id><published>2009-11-17T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:26:48.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Triple Up</title><content type='html'>3 times the suffering, 3 times the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times the fun, 3 times the unexpectedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times the joy, 3 times the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 types of styles, 3 ways of handling. Yet were all of them handled well? No one knows... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final half part of the "game" begins, but it definitely isn't going anywhere easier. What's going to appear next? Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unleash the inner battle spirit to fight on this battle that no one can turn back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage Completion: 33.33%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage Completion: 41.67%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage Completion: 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1425766435032331331?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1425766435032331331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/triple-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1425766435032331331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1425766435032331331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/triple-up.html' title='Triple Up'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4385120200854931085</id><published>2009-11-11T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:50:32.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Wrath Down Under</title><content type='html'>Given a chance to continue on, I grasped that opportunity and rushed towards the next 'stage'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being late for the 'stage' is not a good feeling, y'know? Rushing here and there to find out the classroom, seating, etc. Fortunately everything wasn't done yet, and I reached just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the stage was even more difficult then I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitfalls, spike traps, crushing words, limited scope. Too many things to consider, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a second part to the stage was revealed after, yet it seemed to be equally as bad. Or maybe it was easier, just that I didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important stage, considerably, over. Yet an uneasy feeling rests on my shoulders as I trudge on towards the bubbling pit in the next stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage Completion: 25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4385120200854931085?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4385120200854931085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrath-down-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4385120200854931085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4385120200854931085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrath-down-under.html' title='Wrath Down Under'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1566438246025210369</id><published>2009-11-10T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:43:17.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hell's Gates</title><content type='html'>The day that everyone is looking toward, or possibly dreaded has come. Hell's Gates finally opens, and the only way out is to find the next exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the entrance to the Gates itself has already unleashed a strong backlash towards many people, and it is definitely getting harder to be able to press on as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's on the line now, your face, your work, and your fate. Any thoughts of backtracking will just cause people to get swallowed into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suffering starts now, but will anyone fail to reach the other exit, at the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into Hell's Gates, and begin this run for the end... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% Completion: 8.33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1566438246025210369?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1566438246025210369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/hells-gates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1566438246025210369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1566438246025210369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/hells-gates.html' title='Hell&apos;s Gates'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2130039248146913112</id><published>2009-11-03T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:11:05.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Given so many, but we limit it to be very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet these choices are those that pave our way to what happens next, regardless of how long into the future it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though I have made many wrong choices, and I am still making many more. But with these wrong choices, I pave myself into another alternate path which I may or may not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there really such things called "right" and "wrong" choices? Or do we make choices in our subconscious and whatever we do is actually what we have chosen to do at that very point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the choices I'm making as time ticks ever closer to the opening of Hell's Gate, it seems like many of the choices are just leading me up to the one thing: Suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it's not true, hoping it won't happen. But it will still happen anyway, and I'll face it with everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Nice! 11 000 views into my blog this soon! Seems like posting those videos attracted loads of people :P. Will be posting many more in time to come, some old anime and new ones alike! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2130039248146913112?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2130039248146913112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2130039248146913112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2130039248146913112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5819240424523827466</id><published>2009-10-25T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:16:03.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 3, ED 3 Reposted</title><content type='html'>Darn, I think I missed out quite a few vids here and there. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP3 Title: Golden Time Lover&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Sukima Switch&lt;br /&gt;ED3 Title: Tsunai Da Te (Translated: Tied Hands)&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Lil'B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits of the above titles and singers, as well as the below videos to the respective people who uploaded the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukima Switch - Golden Time Lover (ゴールデンタイムラバー) [As seen in the anime. Credits to YukiJudaiJaden.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wSunTDCqao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wSunTDCqao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil'B - Tsunaida Te (つないだ手) [As seen in the anime. Credits to YukiJudaiJaden.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rm8NFYDXBOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rm8NFYDXBOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the full version of BOTH songs seems to be out. I'm expecting it to be removed very quickly though. Will check back often ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukima Switch - Golden Time Lover (ゴールデンタイムラバー)(PV) [Volume's quite soft, do turn up your speakers. Credits to officeaugusta.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0iAF8TJAqp4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0iAF8TJAqp4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukima Switch - Golden Time Lover [Alternative version, much louder. Credits to HakuKINkuro.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-D7CNgdKdaQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-D7CNgdKdaQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunaida Te (つないだ手)- Lil'B (PV) [Well, there's the Romanji, but it's in... Spanish translation, if I'm not wrong. Credits to JDACR.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCcrAK8IgGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCcrAK8IgGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunaida Te (つないだ手)- Lil'B [Non-PV, an alternative should the other get removed. This also has the English translation. Credits to HakuKINkuro.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xX-etZvjKRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xX-etZvjKRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quick comments: I never knew つないだ手 had such a sad story behind it until both the PV and the English translation was noticed by me. It's really touching actually. Along with that, Golden Time Lover definitely fits FMA this time, in loads of ways! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5819240424523827466?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5819240424523827466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-3_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5819240424523827466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5819240424523827466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-3_25.html' title='Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood: OP 3, ED 3 Reposted'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5618961787585980160</id><published>2009-10-16T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:52:14.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Day Zero</title><content type='html'>And the last day of school is over. Officially, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it definitely doesn't feel like that. Things are still shifting around, everyone's still working hard, teacher's are still doing what they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a feeling of sadness, nor a feeling of happiness when the dismissal bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was one, though difficult to detect, but intense. It's that of everyone pushing everyone else on for the next challenge, to get up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue, lethargy, sleepiness, though all meaning the same thing, it's everything combined into one within many people now. To push on is like getting to the limits, or surpassing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why health is of utmost importance now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the last 3 weeks ahead, things don't seem pleasant, but we still push on. Onwards to Day 1, the start of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5618961787585980160?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5618961787585980160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5618961787585980160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5618961787585980160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-zero.html' title='Day Zero'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8447008431394484597</id><published>2009-10-16T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:44:52.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Feathery Week</title><content type='html'>Hur hur, videos already removed, eh? I'll be adding some back shortly. Let's hope the removal won't be too continuous ._. It's taxing to keep changing links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to today's stuff. Or maybe I should say, this WEEK'S stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm turning into a carnivore :o Okay, not that serious per se, but it's more of my meals I've had over the past week. It's feathery, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Curry Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Steamed Chicken + KFC&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Roast Chicken + Chicken Burger&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Some noodles that had hot dog (chicken meat) in it&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: More hot dog stuffs, this time with rice&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Curry Chicken.. again O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where I'm heading towards? I'm turning into a chicken if this continues! :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut down... cut down... before feathers start poking out of my skin! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8447008431394484597?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8447008431394484597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/feathery-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8447008431394484597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8447008431394484597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/feathery-week.html' title='Feathery Week'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4811021504093860900</id><published>2009-10-14T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:58:12.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Future in the Present</title><content type='html'>With reference to one of the newest shows, Flash Forward, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you know your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any vision that you see really a gift, or is it just a curse to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to avert that very incident from happening if you know it will happen soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what you do actually leads you to that very incident itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your ultimate choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you continue to move forward when you know what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really something you can do -- to change the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to ponder about, but it seems relevant enough in the present to think about this. What the future entails, no one knows... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4811021504093860900?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4811021504093860900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-in-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4811021504093860900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4811021504093860900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-in-present.html' title='Future in the Present'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3164832439094879591</id><published>2009-10-12T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:48:04.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Double Up</title><content type='html'>Second consecutive post in a span of less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it short, considering how 'long' my other entry was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a song that I do recall posting, but I decided to post it again. It's a favorite song of mine, you see ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Turn Back Time&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original PV [Sound volume is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; low]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-ALQyVDJM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-ALQyVDJM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the louder version (but the sound quality is, uh, a little shaky..). Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXJCTyg4lqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXJCTyg4lqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3164832439094879591?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3164832439094879591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3164832439094879591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3164832439094879591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-up.html' title='Double Up'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8668755248048772772</id><published>2009-10-12T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:33:19.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>That's How It Is</title><content type='html'>One last week, eh? Everything is slowly being pieced up, yet the worries still remain that I won't be able to complete my revision on time, which I hope I do, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. It was really interesting today, though. Starting off very upbeat, then slowly moving downhill till now I don't really feel much, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, is that I have a pile of things in my schedule left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But off from that, I'm on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People experience many things around them, and no one is an exception. While we try to do our best in many things, there are always those areas where we will definitely miss out on, or fail to get it done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works the same way with people, really. You cannot get the attention of everyone, neither will you get no attention at all. There will always be that one person at least, looking/thinking about you, be it something nasty or good, from the distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you cannot aim to satisfy everyone. And neither will I do that. It's not in my will to do so, and I don't wish to force ahead, cause it's pointless. Happiness cannot be forced ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the least though, I've gone through much, much more than I've expected in the past 2 years, which is about to come to a resounding end. Of course, even up till now, it's not like I manage to get to know everyone, but I at the least, knew a few who I could depend on, or speak to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just seem to revolve so fast in the coming 20+ days that everything is just in a whirl. And it is in this moment that people need to learn how to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they do that? It's really dependent on self, really. My method wouldn't fit some, yet it may be the perfect solution for others. But ultimately, the source of relaxation, and the decision to relax, how long to relax, all lies on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8668755248048772772?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8668755248048772772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-how-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8668755248048772772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8668755248048772772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-how-it-is.html' title='That&apos;s How It Is'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4985450878363421473</id><published>2009-10-10T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:40:45.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>And Your Name Is...</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to see the Japanese words up there now. I got a surprise myself when I actually saw it :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll do a quick one now. I just did an anagram of my name, following a friend of mine who posted his own name anagram. It seemed interesting so I tried it but I never expected the results I got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 3 anagrams I got, using 3 different names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence gang nut&lt;br /&gt;hung acne&lt;br /&gt;change nut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should laugh or scream in agony, really. I HAVE A HUNG ACNE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who have a Facebook account, the link to the anagram is here:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/getanagram/?full_name=________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in your desired name in the underline above. If you have spacing between your name, add a + for each spacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: John Doe - the link will read http://apps.facebook.com/getanagram/?full_name=John+Doe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: What The Hell - the link will read http://apps.facebook.com/getanagram/?full_name=What+The+Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's YOUR name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4985450878363421473?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4985450878363421473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-your-name-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4985450878363421473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4985450878363421473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-your-name-is.html' title='And Your Name Is...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-6921995066809714644</id><published>2009-10-06T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:30:03.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>2 Weeks of Mayhem</title><content type='html'>Down to the final 2 weeks before J2s are officially gone from school and off to their study break, prepping for that one exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rely on that weird "Number of Days Left to A's" near the school gate, it's too unreliable. First I see 33, then the next day I see 24? What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's interesting to see small things changing within school. Even better now is that everyone is in the mugging mood. That puts me in the mugging mood, too ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competitive atmosphere can be felt from lots of places, yet in the midst of it, everyone tries to keep their cool, adding on jokes, keeping spirits high. That's what everyone needs now -- laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stressful period has taken a toll on some people, from what I've seen, so it's most crucial everyone takes care of their health. Let this feeling rage on and everyone will push ahead towards the gates of hell, beginning Nov. 10th. That's when it starts, right? I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does, that day is of even more significance to me. It sucks to have my sister's birthday falling &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;right on the first day of exam&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, I feel for those whose birthdays actually fall within the period of time of our A's. Should they feel stressed/anxious for the coming paper, or should they enjoy themselves on that special day? Tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, off from that really awkward start of the post, I'll just head right into some other 'minor' stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, maybe anyone who still bothers reading my blog, which I oh so have not updated for ages, will notice that the blog name has changed..slightly.* It's just part of what I'm doing to fit my style of the blog, nothing big really, but it is sort of important to me ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is that if anything fictitious &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ever appears on the blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, read it as though it was really from a blog post of sorts. If I do have the time, I may just embark on something really interesting :P. It's fictitious, obviously! If I do start an introduction on this all of you will notice it ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly is that I realized I haven't posted any of those "inspiring lines" I mentioned some time back. Eheh, I forgot about it :P Sorry! I'll get to it when I can, though. When I mean inspiring, it not necessarily is a boost of morale for A's, oh no. It's just some things in common life that would be useful, I suppose :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long post, I'll end off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-6921995066809714644?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/6921995066809714644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-weeks-of-mayhem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6921995066809714644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/6921995066809714644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-weeks-of-mayhem.html' title='2 Weeks of Mayhem'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7911932314633520665</id><published>2009-09-30T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:00:33.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Southern Sumatra Earthquake</title><content type='html'>For those of you who didn't know, it occurred just a few hours back, at ~6:30pm, GMT+8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't post this kind of things, because they are really common and happen umpteen times a year. But this time it was an incident that was really interesting, which is why I had to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, was that I was at home, using the computer [as always], when the tremor occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busily doing stuff when the most interesting feeling came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chair [yes, my chair] literally started jumping. Of course it's not to the extent of a human jump &gt;_&gt; If not that would be something paranormal already. It was just some slight bumps that I could feel when sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it wasn't anything for the first 10 seconds, cause it didn't seem to be really serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the sensation lasted for.. what, 45 seconds or so? Or maybe even more than that. That was when I got real suspicious and began checking around for anything that was shaking and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad ._., anything around me is paper, and I didn't bother checking a water bottle beside me during the tremor, so I just went to inform my sister [lying on the bed], who commented it could have been construction works near my block. I took it as it is, since the feeling ended when I returned to my chair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the time of posting, I found a thread mentioning about such an earthquake. Interesting isn't it? Seems like my senses are still pretty sharp after all, uhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually the very first time I felt a tremor so strong from where I stayed, since tremors from the quake rarely strikes the area where I live. This must have been one strong quake.. 7.9 in magnitude, actually. Really big IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No giddiness though, must be because I was seated throughout the whole tremor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7911932314633520665?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7911932314633520665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/southern-sumatra-earthquake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7911932314633520665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7911932314633520665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/southern-sumatra-earthquake.html' title='Southern Sumatra Earthquake'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5432510088683799809</id><published>2009-09-28T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:04:15.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>You're Already Gone</title><content type='html'>I suddenly thought of sharing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from Audition, an online dancing game. It's English so.. yay? Finally something that the general population understands from all the songs I've posted so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApbGx3ezB5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApbGx3ezB5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are actually in the video itself already, but for the very lazy folks--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do-&lt;br /&gt;You like the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;When nobody will reply-&lt;br /&gt;To your questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do-&lt;br /&gt;You like the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wild, makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-&lt;br /&gt;Don't like the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Don't like what you become&lt;br /&gt;Don't like what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me on my own&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me on my own&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You-&lt;br /&gt;You think you know it all&lt;br /&gt;You think you hold the key to life&lt;br /&gt;And it's questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you-&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're making me lose my head&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me on my own&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me on my own&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a problem&lt;br /&gt;It's my job son&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the streets clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix it up keep it mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best players in the frame up in the game&lt;br /&gt;Think it's gonna change but it's still the same uh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my pop caps the rocks-&lt;br /&gt;Holds the pipsqueaks in smoky rocks&lt;br /&gt;(you're already gone)&lt;br /&gt;There's always time to fall on their face what-&lt;br /&gt;Only someones will erase- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that you can hunt me down&lt;br /&gt;Steal my jewels uh-&lt;br /&gt;Wear my frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end yo-&lt;br /&gt;Find the funk&lt;br /&gt;Smoked out placed down in my trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd all move to my plan&lt;br /&gt;Things will work out fine-&lt;br /&gt;Turn out grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything works to my design&lt;br /&gt;We all gonna be down and it's still all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I-&lt;br /&gt;Can't take you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can't take the way you treated me&lt;br /&gt;You make me crawl&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;Left me on my own&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already-&lt;br /&gt;You're already-&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already-&lt;br /&gt;You're already-&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics credits to: http://www.lyricstime.com/audition-you-re-already-gone-lyrics.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5432510088683799809?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5432510088683799809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-already-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5432510088683799809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5432510088683799809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-already-gone.html' title='You&apos;re Already Gone'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7182178949565372953</id><published>2009-09-28T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:48:10.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections XV - Adrenaline</title><content type='html'>Less than 6 weeks to go, if I'm not wrong. Interesting how time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would mean that A's are literally "round the corner". Not a nice feeling to be so pumped up, but I'm pretty glad that I actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; that pumped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming time, at the very least is reduced significantly, or from what I'm seeing anyway. At least I'm not getting stuck on the game for ages on and still not getting down to business and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting way to reflect on what I've been doing for many years now, pretty much gaming.. gaming.. gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird way to notice something like that. But unfortunately, I discovered that cyber gaming is NOT my true addiction, computer addiction is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference yet? I think I mentioned this sometime back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would pretty much mean my electricity bills will remain high as ever..................... ._.! Or maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are progressing so quickly, things are just coming one after another that sometimes it's really hard to not get lost in a sea of things to do. And at the same time, it's because of this that the confusion just leads to people falling ill, like what I think is going to happen to me in a few hours......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to feel a very tight sensation in my throat currently when I swallow, so it seems like a bad sign already. Fortunately I have Chinese herbs ready and beside me! Ehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to dig up some interesting quotes from some manga I've read! These may just be the source of motivation for me ;). But first, to be able to find and compile them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7182178949565372953?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7182178949565372953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-xv-adrenaline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7182178949565372953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7182178949565372953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-xv-adrenaline.html' title='Reflections XV - Adrenaline'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3398580347862531302</id><published>2009-09-22T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:13:19.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Brain Juice Draining</title><content type='html'>Studying really does that isn't it? My brain can shut down for some moments now &gt;.&gt;! Must be getting tired from all the studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on now, results are all back, not wonderful, not pathetic either. At least it's "so-so"! :) But that's not what I'll aim for when the time comes for the actual thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to fall asleep more easily now :P, must be all the studying taking up my energy! At least my "insomnia" isn't really coming back for now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 to 5 weeks left, the pieces are set into motion for that final checkpoint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3398580347862531302?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3398580347862531302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/brain-juice-draining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3398580347862531302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3398580347862531302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/brain-juice-draining.html' title='Brain Juice Draining'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4085245632117314041</id><published>2009-09-17T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:42:46.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Switch</title><content type='html'>New term's started, everything's back in full swing. Especially studies, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like all the teachers are equally, if not more, stressed out then us students o_o. It's interesting to know how fast things are moving now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was just too slow to notice. At least now thing's are transiting to the next phase for me, getting on to study. Been ages since I've touched my notes really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the moment I start, it seems as if the word 'stress' returned. Maybe it was always there, just that I never noticed it till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse is the fact that I'm sleeping more &gt;_&gt;, or is that a good thing? I do need quite some rest now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing to see how fast I switched from my gaming self to a 'more' hardworking self. Gaming time reduced to nearly zilch from ~8 hours a day. But my computer is still on always ~_~. Seems like I have a computer addiction more than a gaming one! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My video entry on the game won! :o One of the 10 winners this time, yay! \o/!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4085245632117314041?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4085245632117314041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/switch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4085245632117314041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4085245632117314041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/switch.html' title='Switch'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8670304948712949783</id><published>2009-09-15T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:30:49.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>O-MAI-GAWD?!</title><content type='html'>It's finally fixed! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's finally showing up right for me! YEAH! NO MORE WEIRD SCRIPTING ERRORS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on to the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing that doesn't change, is the emotions stemming from the heart. The most important of all things, as it's where one should, and will look to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always interesting to search our souls for what is really the "true 'me'", if you understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we change, we know it, or do we? It's interesting that not everything can be instantaneously felt, but if you look hard enough, you may just notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8670304948712949783?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8670304948712949783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-mai-gawd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8670304948712949783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8670304948712949783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-mai-gawd.html' title='O-MAI-GAWD?!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4774235901999890167</id><published>2009-09-12T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:41:02.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections XIV - There's A First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>...Including making a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have made a video. Yes, it's uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my voice is not in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's on a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't embed it... yet. Wait for the processing to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just edit this post once the processing is done. Shouldn't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'll just post certain things about my video only after I have my video embedded. Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Processing was pretty quick, yay :). Here's the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nb0b32WB1zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nb0b32WB1zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to comments. You can read some of them if you want to in the YouTube post itself [double click the video].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, I must say, video making is hard work! O_O Even if it's just simple things such as what you saw above. [Or maybe it's not so simple ~_~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, no matter how hard it was, I found the process very very interesting, and fun of course. I think it was one of the times I had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, video creations can really cause you to go whack. Especially if you are not careful. Here's just some problems I encountered:&lt;br /&gt;- Forgot to switch on the sound recording when I was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;- Choosing the BEST video out of all good videos I've taken&lt;br /&gt;- Having perfect synchronicity [I'm sorta perfectionist, y'know?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, even credit making was funny! I had to think of what I had to put, and even when I did, sometimes it couldn't fit the limited time I had left for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there's always ways around it ;). Guess it's always best to 'explore', eh? I've definitely learned lots from this, and this could just be my very first, paving on to many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4774235901999890167?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4774235901999890167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-xiv-theres-first-time-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4774235901999890167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4774235901999890167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-xiv-theres-first-time-for.html' title='Reflections XIV - There&apos;s A First Time For Everything'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2948889771229733224</id><published>2009-09-12T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:07:34.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Ulcers</title><content type='html'>Yeah, made a post about it before. I'll be quick on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to punch myself in the face for accidentally scratching my OWN gum a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I can't believe that my teeth managed to sink in 2 cuts at the lips region just less than 0.5mm apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, both incidents happened within 48 hours, and now I have 3 ulcers in my mouth &gt;_&gt;. New record, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ulcers that are very close to each other have developed to a very strange extent. It's like... the ulcer closer to my teeth is WRAPPING around the other ulcer. And it looks seriously weird, plus irritating of course. Having troubles eating properly ._. Fortunately, it's only 1 side of the mouth so I can depend on the other for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I woke up so early. Heck, I think I didn't even sleep. Not sure why. Seems like a bi-monthly thing? Gets on my nerves at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a few things from this incident: BE CAREFUL WHEN EATING &gt;_&gt;! But I think no matter how careful I am, I'll still bite myself one way or the other. cheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2948889771229733224?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2948889771229733224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/ulcers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2948889771229733224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2948889771229733224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/ulcers.html' title='Ulcers'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3027195481453268892</id><published>2009-09-09T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:30:31.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>...is heavenly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, really. But I never expected myself to sleep like 13 hours even though I slept at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really weird, and really rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, this happens only if I sleep at 2, 3am. Which happens often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's just plain weird O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at 11, I should wake up at 7. That's how my body works :P so... it's really weird to see myself wake up at 12pm the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, the best thing in life is... SLEEP! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3027195481453268892?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3027195481453268892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3027195481453268892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3027195481453268892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4005334380573115829</id><published>2009-09-01T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:29:11.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections XIII - The Line Between Life and Death</title><content type='html'>Hurray!!! --not. Seems like Blogger's still working up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this took some time for me to post, but... I dunno, just wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post, set aside some time. But I think any loyal readers would find this post... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As followers of my blog would know, I'm a home-stayer. A regular one at that. Or maybe VIP? Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Saturday [that's 29 August], I went out with my sibling to help her with her research. Took the train, as always for any of those verrrrrrrry long trips. I thought it would just be 'normal', like how I would have been on normal train rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected what was to come next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through the ride, I felt a little blood rush, like when you suddenly stand up from a lying position and get that blood rushing from your brain. That kind of feeling. I thought it was nothing, and just continued standing with my sibling. [The train is packed ._.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just when it moved towards Redhill, I realized that things were definitely not going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head started acting up, I could still feel the blood rush even after a few minutes. My eyes started to see everything in the surrounding as 'glowing', and I definitely felt as if I was in midair, close to floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that, breaking into cold sweat, panicking and obviously, problems breathing. I never felt this before, and I had to find a way to fix it on the spot, as soon as I can before I collapse on the train cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my sibling, which didn't really take heed at the start when I said that my head feels weird, that we had to get off the train in the next station [even though we hadn't reached the destination yet].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling lasted for I believe, a whole 10 minutes. That 10 minutes was the worst experience I've had in my life, and I definitely don't want a re-attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got off the train, I had to use my sibling's shoulder as a guide cause my eyes were getting way too blurry to see anything now, and I rushed to a corner and sat on the floor. Too bad there wasn't a chair or something, so my sitting there would've caught a little bit of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I didn't collapse, and everything returned to normal after sitting there for 3 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the comment from my sibling came: "Only people with anaemia would get this attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sibling never saw me having this attack before [cause I rarely went out!] but at least there wasn't too much panic on either party [me and my sibling].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to just continue with the journey since everything felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See! Lack exercise la! Tell you to go exercise more often liao!" was the next comment on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed it off, but obviously that comment stayed in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some chocs once we reached the destination, since my sibling said "You need more blood sugar". I'm not sure if glucose helps in fixing low blood count, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my sibling's research was done and we were home, I decided to ask my father whether I had anaemia, which he said he didn't think so. Not that I was diagnosed as a baby to have the problem anyway. He commented "probably low blood sugar", and so I took it as that. Didn't tell him about the incident so that I wouldn't cause too much alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying "Once bitten, twice shy" seems to have problems taking effect on me. I'll have to get the "twice shy" part to work using my own methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures, this is the very first time I'm experiencing it, and I can definitely attribute this to my daily lifestyle. It's a signal already, and I know it is, yet it's hard to knock my senses into telling me to change my habits. /sarcastic laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do I take things 'overboard'? Will all these turn into an even worse disaster than what I experienced? I definitely don't want to get that feeling once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the feeling right before fainting, and it is that of death. Very scary, very painful [to the mind].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where change is needed, the person resistant to change has just added an additional 'steel shield' against change. Or has he just broken through one of those 'shields' to allow change to creep in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1st, and the time ticks onward to A' Levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4005334380573115829?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4005334380573115829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-xi-line-between-life-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4005334380573115829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4005334380573115829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections-xi-line-between-life-and.html' title='Reflections XIII - The Line Between Life and Death'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7946092683832885788</id><published>2009-08-25T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:04:04.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Motherload</title><content type='html'>Third post for the day already :o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be studying but... well, I was playing this game :P. It's from Miniclip, the title's Motherload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put the storyline short, you are a drilling machine and have been tasked by Mr. Natas to excavate gems of many kinds in another planet. All stores available are mechanized/computerized as the planet itself is uninhabited. As you excavate down, Mr. Natas sends a few transmission messages to you. However, as you excavate deeper, mysterious things begin to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is MYSTERIOUS. You will never expect what happens until the end. I advise to play this game during the mid-afternoon/early evening cause you may receive too many goosebumps while playing. There are NO ghosts/freaky stuff at all, other than explosions [made by you or...], but what is transmitted to you is the one that spooked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I'm typing this, I still have a little bit of goosebumps here and there from what I just played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the game [from Miniclip games]: http://www.miniclip.com/games/motherload/en/ (copy paste the link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is NOT meant to be played in one go, you should save the game [there's a save point at the surface] and return when you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've played it till the end, most of the other times I just ended it prematurely without saving, and I had to restart ._. I was bored a few days back and started it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a few pictures of what you can expect AT THE END... But be warned, things in the game are not what it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Motherload1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Motherload1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Motherload2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Motherload2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Motherload3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Motherload3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Motherload4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Motherload4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's the end of the game, and it definitely was a full-of-goosebumps game for me. Maybe I get spooked too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a final tip before I end: Should you wish to play the game, and reach that area, you may want to prepare yourself with... literally, hundreds of plastic explosives, and hundreds of repair bots. Okay, maybe not like 400 or something, 100 to 200 will do if you're careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss HURTS, you need to watch out. Your plastic explosives also have a small range of attack only, so use it wisely... [you will need to be nearly touching it for the blast to hit it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me, enjoy this game if you would :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7946092683832885788?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7946092683832885788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/motherload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7946092683832885788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7946092683832885788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/motherload.html' title='Motherload'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2931700283726043450</id><published>2009-08-25T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:43:32.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Let It Out - Miho Fukuhara</title><content type='html'>Second post for the day. Yeah I'm a little late, but I might as well spread the message! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PV for Full Metal Alchemist ED 2 - Let It Out by Miho Fukuhara has been released! I can't wait for the album now :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wishing to listen to it, here it is :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU9kkSTdknA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU9kkSTdknA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics fit VERY well to the Elric bros' situation. It definitely is a wonderful song to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2931700283726043450?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2931700283726043450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-it-out-miho-fukuhara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2931700283726043450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2931700283726043450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-it-out-miho-fukuhara.html' title='Let It Out - Miho Fukuhara'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1573809917513903468</id><published>2009-08-25T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:28:57.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections XII - Window to the Soul</title><content type='html'>... You all should understand what it means right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who guessed it, yes, it's the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common saying goes like this: The eyes are the windows to your soul. I'd definitely accept that. It really seems true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I speaking of it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just, myself, realized of it when I was taking the bus home today. Chem paper 2 completed, was returning home with a bunch of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should say, from the time we exited the school till I reached home, there was this indefinite period of time that I felt something... weird. Something that I cannot explain with words... or maybe I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at something, as if looking at blank air. At least no one noticed :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point. The point is, while looking at nothing, I seemed to drift off. I just felt as if I wasn't physically there, but looking for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my eyes telling me something? Is there something that I'm searching for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my soul seeking something that I am, too seeking, but do not know of or have not realized it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's endless amounts of questions after what happened. And it was definitely a very strange experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the eyes are connected to our soul, it means that what we see is what our soul sees. What we experience is what it experiences. If that's the case, does this mean that if the soul is seeking something, it reflects in what we do... as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post [sigh &gt;_&gt; the blog's javascript isn't fixed YET!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1573809917513903468?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1573809917513903468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-xi-window-to-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1573809917513903468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1573809917513903468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-xi-window-to-soul.html' title='Reflections XII - Window to the Soul'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-7615339675498517593</id><published>2009-08-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:27:49.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>4th day of prelims over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel angry for whatever reason towards today's paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel worried for what's the future papers going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I instead, FEAR what the questions the papers are going to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel depressed that my hard efforts of studying seem to have gone to waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just stop at where I am and just let myself fade away into the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get tensed over other subjects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave everything alone, and do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I pick myself up and spur myself for the next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I commit myself to what my heart really desires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post [no, not emo, just a large series of questions]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-7615339675498517593?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7615339675498517593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7615339675498517593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/7615339675498517593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8511440075853076516</id><published>2009-08-20T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:14:07.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections XI</title><content type='html'>Oh well, Blogger's formatting isn't back to normal yet. Lazy to use the shortcuts to emphasize things, eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep things short and sweet this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days into our preliminary exams, I'm not seeing any easy papers ahead. That's obvious isn't it? To "prepare" us for A'levels, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that isn't what I wanna talk about today. Just very simply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to say certain things to people closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After how much that I've experienced for the past months, it's really... slowly coming into me. While we realize things, there doesn't seem to be a simple solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "just pluck up your courage and speak out", isn't helpful. Don't tell me you can do that EVERY SINGLE TIME you wish to say something to people close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, depending on the size of the matter, it really seems to matter how you want to approach it, and whether you can or not. As time slowly ticks away, I'll have to find a solution no matter what. And I think I have... already. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8511440075853076516?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8511440075853076516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-xi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8511440075853076516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8511440075853076516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-xi.html' title='Reflections XI'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-617666698961643141</id><published>2009-08-17T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:31:02.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections X - Once more...</title><content type='html'>As things slowly progress and shift in my life, I sometimes do wonder: Is everything meant to be? Or are things just pure 'coincidences'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Typhoon Morakot struck parts of China, lots of things went into chaos, especially those who depended on undersea lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as those in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm being apathetic and blaming the typhoon, of course. The inconvenience I experience can be bearable. Lives lost in China cannot wait. Too bad the undersea lines got affected ~_~. More protective measures can be placed for the lines next time... I suppose. Or maybe it's protected enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the disruption in undersea lines definitely had a big impact. First up was a very slow connection to any US websites. Actually, if I'm not wrong, access to many sites from China were also affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the least, within 24 hours of this disruption, the lines were first rerouted through other lines, and repair works immediately went underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, most sites we visit are sites from the US. Don't deny it, it's true. Most, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the aftereffects even after the repairs were [supposedly] completed could still be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is definitely, for those who use Facebook, the problem of loading Facebook *fully*. Either you would be faced with a blank screen, or you get a Javascript problem when doing any stuff on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, as I'm typing now, the Javascript problem is also affecting Blogger, as well as Hotmail. Heh, one undersea line and everything goes awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, these all will only last for a while anyway. Everything returns to normal after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as an avid gamer [still], it's apparent how problematic accessing US based games were. And hence, I don't think I did have decent gaming time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, everything seems to be really coincidental. It's prelims starting tomorrow, and this sort of incident occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if there's a hint to say "stop whatever you're doing, focus on your work". Is that really happening, or is it just, well, coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As works go on to rescue survivors or sadly, those deceased in this unfortunate incident, so are works underway on those undersea cables. Everything seems to fall into place very neatly. How coincidental could all of these be? I may never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a most efficient rescue process such that more survivors of the incident can return to their families, and at the same time, send my heartfelt condolences to those who have lost some. It is unfortunate such an incident occurred, but we'll get stronger, and smarter after every 'fall', and so will this 'fall' allow us to see what our mistakes were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-617666698961643141?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/617666698961643141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-x-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/617666698961643141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/617666698961643141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-x-once-more.html' title='Reflections X - Once more...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2523383029834336502</id><published>2009-08-12T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:27:11.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>I Purchased A...</title><content type='html'>Okay, not really me, but my father did for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had the time to make a post, might as well introduce it to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently [on Saturday] got a brand new HDD ;). Went down personally to look at the colors, and only silver/black caught my attention. The rest were not very interesting to me :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I chose the sleek black one, and am already enjoying using it! Very large disk space, and it's definitely going to help me in future, or maybe even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to have a HDD of my own, considering that sharing HDDs sometime isn't really convenient ~_~. At least now I have one of my own to use and keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2523383029834336502?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2523383029834336502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-purchased.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2523383029834336502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2523383029834336502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-purchased.html' title='I Purchased A...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-426432853669769759</id><published>2009-08-08T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:30:39.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skip beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Eien</title><content type='html'>Yes, another song I decided to share. I forgot to share it in my previous post so here it is! And yes, it's a Japanese song :P. I'm too influenced by the J-wave already! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eien means "eternity" or "everlasting" or... you know what I mean :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, Eien by Yuusaku Kiyama. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RuXCHeq0m4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RuXCHeq0m4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-426432853669769759?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/426432853669769759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/eien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/426432853669769759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/426432853669769759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/eien.html' title='Eien'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-8126257111541580475</id><published>2009-08-08T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:27:54.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fantasy No More</title><content type='html'>It's 1 week left to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7 days left to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 168 hours left to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10080 minutes left to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 604800 seconds left to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that obviously isn't the exact number, but it's close enough! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, gaming has been an integral part of my life, ever since the Internet era started, or maybe when I had my hands on one of my computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, gaming is the one thing that will destroy my life should I continue further with what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back down from Heaven to Earth, and it's time to face whatever comes rolling in. Intensity rises, and everything will slowly sink in as time passes by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be buying something tomorrow, maybe I can share it with everyone! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-8126257111541580475?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/8126257111541580475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/fantasy-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8126257111541580475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/8126257111541580475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/fantasy-no-more.html' title='Fantasy No More'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-272486166555745710</id><published>2009-08-05T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:12:49.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>YES! Finally &gt;_&gt;. Everything SEEMS to be back to normal, I hope. My bold, italics icons are all back! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to take an evening nap, and woke up at like...10+pm? And I'm definitely regretting it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting in the midnight is really interesting in a way though, cause no one is here to disturb you while typing whatever you wish to express, and you seem to feel more calm under the moonlight [at least for me].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep now =/ Not when I took a "nap" for 4 hours! Someone x_X SAVE ME!!! Or maybe not, just kidding. I'm used to having late nights already, with 4-5am being my latest sleeping time occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a Wednesday, and approximately 1am. This means I have 36 hours left in my Term 3 college life before we're released for study breaks and all, to prepare for our exams. Good, and bad, obviously. Especially with my insatiable thirst for leisure time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's class phototaking later in the afternoon! I don't wanna take a photo which shows my panda eyes ._.! Hopefully it won't be the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ends post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-272486166555745710?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/272486166555745710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/272486166555745710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/272486166555745710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-4332505217314103347</id><published>2009-08-03T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:23:10.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Surprises and the Road to Hell</title><content type='html'>. It doesn't seem like the whole blog bug for me is fixed yet. At the least it's slightly better I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, time for some interesting chat. [Short? Long? I have no idea...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, it's interesting how things pop in to give you a surprise in your life. Just when you have given up, just when all hope seems to be gone, it just returns back to you. The feeling is overwhelming, and for those who haven't experienced it before, maybe you will... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when such things return, it really, really, seems to cause quite a little bit of problem. Especially when you've planned everything so nicely, and this surprise pops in, everything just... screws up. But still, it's always nice to have surprises, no? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder if life's just like that. Losing all hope is not what's permissible, that's why you get a rejuvenation when a surprise falls from the sky. Sadly, it's also a way to force you to cope TOGETHER with the surprise, especially if the surprise is a pretty permanent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope though, that things will slowly ease off, and my life returns back to what it somehow was. But I really need to study now &gt;.&gt; and speaking about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I hope not many people are pinning high hopes on me =/. It's in a way nice to see so many people thinking highly of me [or maybe it's my wishful thinking, lol] but after these few months, I realized I'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing into someone..really different. Changing into someone who's getting lazier at the moment [:o!] And someone who really needs someone to slap/punch him to wake him up from his dreams. These dreams, though ever so enjoyable, will just lead me to a path of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to be there to wake me up though? It's not an easy thing to get motivated, much less wake up from this "dream" of mine. At the same time, I don't really want to disappoint those around me, cause... that just shows how much of a failure I am. I cannot do this to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I look oh so hardworking [not that I really am] in school, it seems as though I'm there for the sake of well, being there. Not that I don't want to listen or whatever, but I don't revise after that &gt;_&gt;. What I learned stays at where I learned it. It's hard to carry it elsewhere, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, while things really seem to have shifted for me, and I really appreciate it, it's really weird that I don't feel stress up to this point in time. Is there a trigger, like a switch, that can power me up to the stress level that everyone should be feeling? I don't really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ends rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a short[long] summary of my thoughts. A little hard to explain further, considering how complicated everything is x_X. Or is there just a simple solution to this...? hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ends post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-4332505217314103347?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/4332505217314103347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4332505217314103347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/4332505217314103347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Surprises and the Road to Hell'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-3849900277099322858</id><published>2009-07-29T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:48:22.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Zombified + Naruto Shippuden ED 10</title><content type='html'>O..k...so I've been having problems accessing + using my blog in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the least, I now can type in a proper box that's not too awkwardly out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to today's chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like for the whole day, everything around you is just dull and dead? As if you can't bother to do anything, but yet you can't fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's definitely what happened to me, at least in the morning anyway. Through a whole lesson, I couldn't really be bothered in doing anything. And I mean anything. Writing, listening. Heck, even sleeping! It's like I became a half-zombie for a few hours. That feeling definitely sucked bad, but it just disappeared after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While things move on slowly, it feels as if my pace is way off what I'm supposed to do. I look around and realize that maybe I should do things I haven't done yet. Maybe it is time to try things and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I've done wrong in attempting to bring control to my life, cause I can't really get controlled...much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As revision mode starts up, the engine doesn't seem to want to budge. How long will it take before it works? Or will I have to dispose of the engine and get a new one [which I obviously can't]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a song I began to like recently. It's the latest Naruto Shippuden ending theme [ED 10], "My Answer" by SEAMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the PV [promotional video] for the song, hopefully it doesn't get removed so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, the song in the anime itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAOwYHAUwdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAOwYHAUwdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the PV [it has a catchy rap x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZH-2HIisUD4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZH-2HIisUD4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There actually was one with the lyrics but the user removed it. Oh well =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gone]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-3849900277099322858?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/3849900277099322858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/zombified-naruto-shippuden-ed-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3849900277099322858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/3849900277099322858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/zombified-naruto-shippuden-ed-10.html' title='Zombified + Naruto Shippuden ED 10'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1086084946637763011</id><published>2009-07-23T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:07:32.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections IX - Action VS Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Time ticks by ever so quickly. Would this be a short blog post? [So many people comment my blog's too wordy! &gt;&lt;!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that holds back people from doing things? What is it that causes them to just continue delaying what they wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a sedentary life, with much left undone. Yet, as time passes, things begin to evolve and I notice many things I haven't before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things, could very well be what paves my path to the future, yet I don't know what I should do. Should I take action? Or should I just leave it as it is and continue procrastinating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Short term pain for long term gain" - Just nice, it fits into the context for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a procrastinator, holding things back before anything else. It's cause of all these that I feel I'm leading myself to a path of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy is it to pull oneself back from this path onto the path I should have gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action is always harder than procrastination, yet it is action that deals to us the most benefits. Even if I do want to take action, I... need to break barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time ticks by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take action, is to cause myself suffering but ultimately, I get lots of gains. And even more likely, I become a better person as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stop swimming in the pool of fantasy, and plunge down into the deepest depths of my ownself to know what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dousing The Raging Flames of Darkness-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1086084946637763011?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1086084946637763011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflections-ix-action-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1086084946637763011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1086084946637763011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflections-ix-action-vs.html' title='Reflections IX - Action VS Procrastination'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-1028849014121696525</id><published>2009-07-17T20:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:38:20.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood, OP 2, ED 2</title><content type='html'>Yup, back with the next 2 songs used in Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it chop chop, here are the 2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, is OP 2, Hologram by NICO Touches the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhtG-zjGnaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhtG-zjGnaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ED 2, Let It Out by Miho Fukuhara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55D_ldvuWfM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55D_ldvuWfM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, prepare for these videos to get removed REAL fast. It's copyrighted by respective authors/singers, so I'm not surprised. Enjoy while you still can! ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to replace any removed content if possible, but no guarantees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these 2 songs are really catching up to me already! Time to slowly practice singing these 2... xD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-1028849014121696525?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/1028849014121696525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1028849014121696525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/1028849014121696525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-metal-alchemist-brotherhood-op-2.html' title='Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood, OP 2, ED 2'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-2520799313751366429</id><published>2009-07-16T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:42:31.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Learning As I Move On</title><content type='html'>Eh, I never knew that the color thingy for blogs was still here. LOL! Ever since a few weeks back when I couldn't choose colors,  I thought it was removed cause people were abusing it. [Stupid me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, I saw the word "Compose", beside "Edit Html". Of course, I thought it would help me in editing my photos [which I must say was some problem when I released it the first time], so I clicked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And the color function was there ._. /facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long! I kept wanting to use colors but thought it was removed! OMG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily now I know how this works...somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the least I know how to change the size of my pictures after 3 months of blogging! It definitely took me long enough, but I know now ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess learning is really a neverending process, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-2520799313751366429?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2520799313751366429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-as-i-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2520799313751366429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/2520799313751366429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-as-i-move-on.html' title='Learning As I Move On'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-9008605039781774636</id><published>2009-07-16T16:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:15:11.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Cosfest 2009 - Part II</title><content type='html'>Alright, here's Part II of Cosfest 2009 - A Very Happy Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of photos here [actually not alot compared to those I've seen!], and I definitely had lots of fun taking photos everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, I'll have to thank Venessa [I spelled your name right! :D] for inviting me to this event. I actually never gone to one before, and considering it was my first time, it definitely was VERY worth it! Thanks again Venessa =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, sorry if any of you sees too little photos! Still an amateur photographer here, and I was still a little shy in approaching people to take photos :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, there's a few pictures that are blurry! Especially those at the start... must have been cause I was still new to using the camera [it isn't mine, I hardly use it]. But I got really good at it [ha!] after some time ^^! It should be quite easy to make out the pictures..I guess? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! PICTURES GALORE~~~~~~*High Bandwidth Warning!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to introduce the person who invited me! *Drum roll~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MuqTT11YPU/Sl7xt24cmTI/AAAAAAAAABI/kxE1zzLW9go/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MuqTT11YPU/Sl7xt24cmTI/AAAAAAAAABI/kxE1zzLW9go/s400/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986376746146098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few of their group's photos! [Fate/Stay Night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MuqTT11YPU/Sl7yHBkRp3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/AG0o-Wf120Q/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MuqTT11YPU/Sl7yHBkRp3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/AG0o-Wf120Q/s400/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986809111062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[D.Gray-man]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture027.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't manage to take a photo of Allen and Kanda! =/ Couldn't find them after crossing paths once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Naruto]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture031.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Bleach]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture029.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture014.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a singing competition held on Saturday, and although I missed most of them, I did manage to get there in time to listen to a few of the songs. I applaud them for their courage to go on stage to sing! It's definitely not an easy thing to do =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of the winners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture020.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture021.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone find the person giving out prizes [center, purple collar shirt, black long pants] familiar? I sure did! He was Mr. Rasull [Did I spell it right?], my ex-secondary school music teacher! I totally got a shock when I actually saw him!! And I was still thinking that I heard wrongly when his name was announced as a judge for the singing competition. Too bad I didn't have time to chat with him! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Other than these, there was a few other photos that I found really hilarious and memorable x). A few of them are a mix of different anime, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One being this! Naruto + Tia Harribel, from Naruto and Bleach respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture032.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one very interesting person cosplaying, who definitely mingled well with everyone. Laughter was at everywhere this person went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the LOL poses that he [the guy in the middle] influenced them to make :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He definitely cracked me up x). One of the first few cosplayers I saw was him! [That's a male cosplaying Alex Louis Armstrong right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos, less talk from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The very first photo I took when I came in. She definitely caught my attention :P.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture011.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture016.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture026.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture028.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also some stuff being sold at booths set up there, and one of them caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time that I was moving around the area, I actually came into close contact with someone cosplaying Jack the Ripper [you know, the legendary killer from long ago]. BUT! I lost all my balls and didn't go ask him if I could take a photo with him! ._. He was one of those who looked really like the actual character himself, but yet I didn't grasp the opportunity... =(. He left in the end before my guts returned &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, to salvage the situation, just before I left the event area, I gathered up my courage and asked this one person if I could take a photo of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Success~ So that wasn't too bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the whole cosplay event, someone from the singles category, and a group from the group category [obviously] would be sent to Japan to compete in another competition! And the winner was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a48/whackybeanz/Picture007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Louis Armstrong's cosplayer! He was quite a popular character in the whole event, considering how well he mingled with the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I have to share for this event! I'll definitely be getting myself exposed to more of such events in future ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Venessa again! Without your invitation I think I wouldn't have gone, and would've missed out on so much fun in the event!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-9008605039781774636?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/9008605039781774636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/cosfest-2009-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/9008605039781774636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/9008605039781774636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/cosfest-2009-part-ii.html' title='Cosfest 2009 - Part II'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MuqTT11YPU/Sl7xt24cmTI/AAAAAAAAABI/kxE1zzLW9go/s72-c/Picture+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048741440736475830.post-5478458215909913688</id><published>2009-07-16T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:14:58.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Time Lag</title><content type='html'>For some reason or another, it seems as though I only post an event that has happened at least &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;one day earlier&lt;/span&gt;, as if there's a time lag for me to post stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for the part of Cosfest, it occurred on Saturday+Sunday, I posted in on Monday. And actually a few other stuffs were "a few days back" kind of occurrences. I wonder what's with that? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it seems as though things are beginning to heat up in college. Everyone's beginning to mug in front of my eyes O_O! This is getting scary for me to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my friend comments "I'm sure you are secretly mugging at home right?~" I can only laugh &gt;_&gt;! Cause... I haven't been doing that. Maybe that's why my results were pretty bad for Mid Year. Oh well. Time to start, if I haven't then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in just a few hours! Although I never read the book, I think I'll still be able to enjoy it. 2.5 hours of movie! Good for me to take a break...[wait, I've taken LOTS of those already!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in the process of uploading photos of the Cosfest 2009! Should be done in... a while =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048741440736475830-5478458215909913688?l=whackybeanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/feeds/5478458215909913688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-lag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5478458215909913688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048741440736475830/posts/default/5478458215909913688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whackybeanz.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-lag.html' title='Time Lag'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
