<?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-5784855270256354009</id><updated>2011-10-27T17:18:04.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful iNSANITY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8295883752988674525</id><published>2010-08-28T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:23:49.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;You've asked me&lt;br /&gt;To wade through hell&lt;br /&gt;For something I never wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in my own guilt&lt;br /&gt;After I learnt how to tread water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;That both me and he&lt;br /&gt;Mightn't want to go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;That what you've asked of me&lt;br /&gt;Is impossible now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I want to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8295883752988674525?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8295883752988674525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-you-see-youve-asked-me-to-wade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8295883752988674525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8295883752988674525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-you-see-youve-asked-me-to-wade.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6547078456573543071</id><published>2010-07-11T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:19:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', times, serif; font-size: 17px; "&gt;"The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', times, serif; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', times, serif; font-size: 17px; "&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6547078456573543071?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6547078456573543071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/07/art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6547078456573543071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6547078456573543071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/07/art.html' title='Art~'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-1856708704786547713</id><published>2010-07-10T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:26:33.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me;</title><content type='html'>I see you and I run. Isn't the opposite supposed to happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1856708704786547713?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1856708704786547713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1856708704786547713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1856708704786547713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&amp;#39;s wrong with me;'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6916680142919027528</id><published>2010-06-14T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:27:10.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>www.jacknotzak.wordpress.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogger gets a little annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might move back, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6916680142919027528?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6916680142919027528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6916680142919027528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6916680142919027528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/www.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-735871981326994013</id><published>2010-06-14T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:07:48.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackfruit chips;</title><content type='html'>Masteringphysics is killing me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'd prefer it anyday to the excuse of a life mine is becoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-735871981326994013?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/735871981326994013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/jackfruit-chips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/735871981326994013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/735871981326994013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/jackfruit-chips.html' title='Jackfruit chips;'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3253009307839880457</id><published>2010-06-13T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:29:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great, my laptop has completely died. Won't even turn on. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3253009307839880457?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3253009307839880457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-my-laptop-has-completely-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3253009307839880457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3253009307839880457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-my-laptop-has-completely-died.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2920520758154217674</id><published>2010-06-12T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:11:37.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew I was fail with thumbdrives, but I never considered I was fail enough to lose one within less than 24 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2920520758154217674?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2920520758154217674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-knew-i-was-fail-with-thumbdrives-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2920520758154217674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2920520758154217674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-knew-i-was-fail-with-thumbdrives-but.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2262452171418400487</id><published>2010-06-12T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:13:54.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... And FMA ended. -is sad-</title><content type='html'>Just came back from paintball.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly. I stood in the middle of the field and did jumping jacks and yet, my clothes don't have any paint on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(309 outing? =])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2262452171418400487?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2262452171418400487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-fma-ended-is-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2262452171418400487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2262452171418400487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-fma-ended-is-sad.html' title='... And FMA ended. -is sad-'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6256091447314746230</id><published>2010-06-12T07:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:07:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was in a battle royale. I gathered all my friends, then gave them a quick death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am going psychotic after all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6256091447314746230?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6256091447314746230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dreamt-i-was-in-battle-royale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6256091447314746230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6256091447314746230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dreamt-i-was-in-battle-royale.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2511142598838563541</id><published>2010-06-11T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:48:46.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I don't know anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I like. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll know.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I lie on my bed at night and cry,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I cry on my bed at night and lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't want to. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't blame anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I write this,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm sane,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm sane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I live,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2511142598838563541?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2511142598838563541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/don-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2511142598838563541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2511142598838563541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/don-know.html' title='&lt;s&gt;I don&apos;t know&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7410616826977154635</id><published>2010-06-11T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:42:13.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There are two ways to get the horse moving, the first is to dangle the carrot in front of it. the second is to let the jaguar loose on it."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, y'know, if i was the horse, i'd just let the jaguar eat me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly. nothing motivates me these days. i just bear with the resulting shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sucks, it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7410616826977154635?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7410616826977154635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-two-ways-to-get-horse-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7410616826977154635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7410616826977154635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-two-ways-to-get-horse-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5213630195759445894</id><published>2010-06-09T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:52:27.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame dA. (I envy *you people* who can just frame their emotions into words so much better than I can...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone who has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cared for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I done in return?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What have I done in return?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanked them by making their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annoying them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignoring them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manipulating them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making them Eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;themselves from the inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the ones I liked, Loved, or Befriended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ever bring is misery, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misery laced with happiness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I proceed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proceed to convince myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bring more smiles than tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More joy than pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I take a look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see frustration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see anger, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see jealousy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see lust, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see One split between two worlds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see ugly emotions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ones which i have caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sounds hypocritical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell me it's allright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That it's okay because we're friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What matters is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dare I change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder if she still has my heart.&lt;div&gt;I wonder if she deserves something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like giving ash to an Angel, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5213630195759445894?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5213630195759445894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blame-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5213630195759445894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5213630195759445894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blame-da.html' title='Blame dA. (I envy *you people* who can just frame their emotions into words so much better than I can...)'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-9139500803965113037</id><published>2010-06-09T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:38:32.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to forget about everything and move along, but it's proving harder then it used to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i being selfish? Maybe, but I'm not ready to give up my sanity for something I don't want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I argue, I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And you think this is easy for me, too? You think I *enjoy* it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't. And you still have your free will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I decided what to do with mine, now it's your turn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-9139500803965113037?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/9139500803965113037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-want-to-forget-about-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/9139500803965113037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/9139500803965113037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-want-to-forget-about-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7124722034122791733</id><published>2010-06-06T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:36:37.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://letsgoeverywhere.files.wordpress.com/2006/11/silkysmooth.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George bush. Crosdressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's the Vietnamese traditional costume FYI.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is it just me, or does Greed from FMA wear a sleeveless version?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7124722034122791733?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7124722034122791733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7124722034122791733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7124722034122791733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5963712380086479798</id><published>2010-06-06T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:46:05.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping =]</title><content type='html'>I want to strangle the smartass who decided all the nice designs for t-shirts should go on v-necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, shopping when virtually all the clothes is meant for girls and subconciously thinking of you is totally diabeties-inducing-sickeningly-sweet-eye-candy. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5963712380086479798?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5963712380086479798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5963712380086479798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5963712380086479798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/shopping.html' title='Shopping =]'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3043207997195147512</id><published>2010-06-05T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:19:05.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, it's not like I have the will to live, I lost that already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't found the will to die. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3043207997195147512?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3043207997195147512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-its-not-like-i-have-will-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3043207997195147512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3043207997195147512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-its-not-like-i-have-will-to.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4306822233722609250</id><published>2010-06-05T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:47:33.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... Has anyone considered how the rope feels in a tug-of-war?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4306822233722609250?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4306822233722609250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4306822233722609250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4306822233722609250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6296496840736818774</id><published>2010-06-05T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:13:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainnnnn</title><content type='html'>Vietnam is pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD random, I know, but all the same, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the scenery. When I say scenery I mean the "city" scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fashion sense (again, lol.) is pretty awesome too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... The food's pretty nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll spend a while here, too, when I grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to emo things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I think, my hormones are seriously fucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The reason why I don't tell you anything isn't because I don't like you, rather, it's the complete opposite.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really who you think I am on the inside, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6296496840736818774?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6296496840736818774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>An eye for an eye</title><content type='html'>Makes the whole world blind&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just gouge out mine&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll make thngs fine&lt;br /&gt;And it's not this twisted sense of justice of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7557794455937566842?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7557794455937566842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/eye-for-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7557794455937566842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7557794455937566842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/eye-for-eye.html' title='An eye for an eye'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7042799544679440220</id><published>2010-06-03T07:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:54:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...god, my hormones are... funky. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7042799544679440220?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5885267204802067635</id><published>2010-06-02T09:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:16:27.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Right. My mom just said "so if someone wants more fingers they pay more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was referring to some massage system they had at this hotel (I'm in Cambodia. The legal age of drinking is zero.=D) but damn that sounds wrong.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5885267204802067635?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5885267204802067635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5885267204802067635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5885267204802067635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2023826709576425105</id><published>2010-06-01T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:44:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't felt so threatened, insecure, and afraid for as long as i can remember. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2023826709576425105?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2023826709576425105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-havent-felt-so-threatened-insecure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2023826709576425105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2023826709576425105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-havent-felt-so-threatened-insecure.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2983421591368643545</id><published>2010-06-01T05:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:35:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead and be "egoistical", because it's not egoistical, it's right.</title><content type='html'>I really want to write so many things in here, the many things that are gnawing at me from the inside out, but saying some of them would defeat the whole purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As *someone* said to me, I have to just get up and go after I fall. I have to change, because the person I am now is going to get nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2983421591368643545?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2983421591368643545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-ahead-and-be-because-it-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2983421591368643545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2983421591368643545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-ahead-and-be-because-it-not.html' title='Go ahead and be &amp;quot;egoistical&amp;quot;, because it&amp;#39;s not egoistical, it&amp;#39;s right.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7526851039935194098</id><published>2010-05-30T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:51:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have.. (point for each one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] smoked.&lt;br /&gt;[x] consumed alcohol. (beer, wine, sake, and a few other i can't quite remember)&lt;br /&gt;[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] had someone in your room other than family. (really, who hasn't?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;[x] tried drugs. (in a way. it wasn't illegal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] taken painkillers. (meh, my dad in-sis-ted i take it.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] taken someone else's prescription medicine.&lt;br /&gt;[x] lied to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x] snuck out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] done something illegal.&lt;br /&gt;[x] felt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[x] hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] wished someone to die.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] missed curfew.&lt;br /&gt;[x] stayed out all night. (sadly. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;[x] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to a therapist. (i need to.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] received a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dyed your hair. (i want to)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to a club.&lt;br /&gt;[x] been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to a Mardi Gras parade.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had a spring break in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;[x] sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wore black nail polish (i wouldn't mind, come to think of it. but only for an hour or two because i might chew it off.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] wore arm bands.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wore t-shirts with band names.&lt;br /&gt;[x] listened to rap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] owned a 50 Cent CD. (how does this make sense???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] dressed Gothic. (... KX and Claire, shut up.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dressed girly. (see above)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dressed punk. (see above)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dressed grunge. (do i have to type this again?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] stole something.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been too drunk to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;[x] blacked out. (on purpose!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had a crush on a neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] had a crush on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[x] been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;[x] dry-humped someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been called a slut.&lt;br /&gt;[x] called someone a slut.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] installed speakers in your car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] broken a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;[x] showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;[x] brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] seen an R-rated movie in theater.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cruised the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had surgery. (suprisingly)&lt;br /&gt;[x] had an injury. (DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gone to court.&lt;br /&gt;[x] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] lied about your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] owned/rented an apartment/house.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] broke the law in the police's presence.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made out with someone who had a gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;[x] got in trouble with the police.&lt;br /&gt;[x] talked to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] rode in the car with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] been harassed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] been verbally harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 42, the answe- oh nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] met face-to-face with someone you met online.&lt;br /&gt;[x] stayed online for 5+ hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[x] watched TV for 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[x] been to a fair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;[x] prank-called someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[x] cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOTAL: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Have Less Than 10.. write [im a Goody Goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 10.. write [im still a goody goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 20.. write [im average]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 30.. write [im a bad kid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If You Have More Than 40.. write [im a very bad influence]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 50.. write [im a horrible person] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 60.. write [i should be in jail]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 70..Write [i should be dead]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7526851039935194098?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6847068523356173394</id><published>2010-05-29T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:56:07.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;As you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall, everyone stands&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;And you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;With the life held in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;br /&gt;(Speak to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you gotta keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day&lt;br /&gt;When you've lost yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;Could be a night when your life ends&lt;br /&gt;Such a heart&lt;br /&gt;That will lead you to deceiving&lt;br /&gt;All the pain held in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you gotta keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;We move along&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;We move along&lt;br /&gt;Along, along&lt;br /&gt;Along, along&lt;br /&gt;Along, along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you gotta keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it through (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you gotta keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;(Know you do)&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;Right back what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;We move along (x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6847068523356173394?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6847068523356173394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-ahead-as-you-waste-your-days-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6847068523356173394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6847068523356173394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-ahead-as-you-waste-your-days-with.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3483565918492335559</id><published>2010-05-27T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:54:05.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>llama.</title><content type='html'>Well, if I'm going to drive myself insane for a week at least it's gonna be when I'm away from friends. Don't want to make them worry, eh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I'm fine. Just have to sort out a few things I had to a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3483565918492335559?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3483565918492335559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/llama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3483565918492335559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3483565918492335559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/llama.html' title='llama.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5543333393346597601</id><published>2010-05-26T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:20:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sigh-&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we tend to keep things at the back of our head, until they are mentioned to us once again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince of Persia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best damn movie i've seen in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5543333393346597601?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5543333393346597601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh-we-tend-to-keep-things-at-back-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5543333393346597601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5543333393346597601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh-we-tend-to-keep-things-at-back-of.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-885322366268028456</id><published>2010-05-25T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:40:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;-somewhat saddened but still happy-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and thus ends another chapter of my life, i wish it could've been happier but it was really happy as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, for at least putting up with all my rubbish that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As someone else (you know who.) said to me, "You don't ever have to feel sorry for &lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for the recored, we're still friends! =D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-885322366268028456?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/885322366268028456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-dude-living-upstairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/885322366268028456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/885322366268028456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-dude-living-upstairs.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7019813993561342417</id><published>2010-05-24T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:53:18.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, interesting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One less person who would die for me. Don't know whether to be happy or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the recent month, the number of views my blog has gained is more than for the rest of the existence of my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems being in Year 3 has a weird sort of side effect on stuff you know about your friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7019813993561342417?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7019813993561342417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7019813993561342417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7019813993561342417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7417843202317834268</id><published>2010-05-23T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:17:43.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B13-U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;B13-U is an awesome movie. Inspiring-awesome-somehow-envy-inducing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;sometimes, we forget who are friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, soooo may &lt;s&gt;class/clique/interclass/exclassmates&lt;/s&gt; outings with friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mpp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;sometimes, we forget who our enemies are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;MPP's not that bad really, but i just wish they'd give us a longer break, i mean, the exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;sometimes, we don't know either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. life is settling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;sometimes, my alter egos like people my other alter egos hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hope nothing disturbs my miserable existence soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); "&gt;which is just confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7417843202317834268?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7417843202317834268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/b13-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7417843202317834268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7417843202317834268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/b13-u.html' title='B13-U'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2922688298470952341</id><published>2010-05-19T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:51:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear. (It seems Wikipedia is not as hopeless as it seems)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Splitting_(psychology)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipolar_disorder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack, Isaac, Zak, Alex, and the mouse (Nezumi-chan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terminal (or late) insomnia - early morning waking. Often a characteristic of clinical depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up at 4.45 everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thought_suppression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_trauma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regret_(emotion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes you know who you people are.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To those who don't, don't ask me, please.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depression may be related to abnormalities in the circadian rhythm, or biological clock. For example, rapid eye movement (REM) sleep—the stage in which dreaming occurs—may be quick to arrive and intense in depressed people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep dreaming of people. Specific few, actually, but let's not go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclothymia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cyclothymia (pronounced /ˌsaɪklɵˈθaɪmiə/ or /ˌsɪklɵˈθaɪmiə/) is mood disorder that causes mild hypomanic and depressive episodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac and Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mental disorder characterized by an all-encompassing low mood accompanied by low self-esteem, and by loss of interest or pleasure in normally enjoyable activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an inability to experience pleasure in activities that formerly were enjoyed. Depressed people may be preoccupied with, or ruminate over, thoughts and feelings of worthlessness, inappropriate guilt or regret, helplessness, hopelessness, and self-hatred.[3] In severe cases, depressed people may have symptoms of psychosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depressed children may often display an irritable rather than a depressed mood,[3] and show varying symptoms depending on age and situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most exhibit a loss of interest in school and a decline in academic performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depression is a major cause of morbidity worldwide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morbidity#Morbidity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall sick like crap lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an interesting side note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalking#Psychological_effects_on_stalking_victims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalking#Types_of_stalkers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incompetent suitors, despite poor social or courting skills, have a fixation, or in some cases a sense of entitlement to an intimate relationship with those who have attracted their amorous interest. Their victims are most often already in a dating relationship with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can guess who I'm referring to so I won't bother hiding names. Xinyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(NO I AM NOT DATING SOMEONE DONT BOTHER ASKING)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My depression doesn't come from here. If anything, maybe, just maaaayyyybbbeeeee 5%?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2922688298470952341?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2922688298470952341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-dear-it-seems-wikipedia-is-not-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2922688298470952341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2922688298470952341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-dear-it-seems-wikipedia-is-not-as.html' title='Oh dear. (It seems Wikipedia is not as hopeless as it seems)'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-1406541755797617207</id><published>2010-05-15T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:25:42.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is hopelessly reminiscent of Fahrenheit 451.</title><content type='html'>Something's wrong in my life, i'm missing something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm missing something, like how Montag knew he was missing something in Fahrenheit 451.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what it is, but there's this emptiness feeling, that that that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something's off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1406541755797617207?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1406541755797617207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-hopelessly-reminiscent-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1406541755797617207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1406541755797617207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-hopelessly-reminiscent-of.html' title='this is hopelessly reminiscent of Fahrenheit 451.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-39296293192918416</id><published>2010-05-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:52:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking the high road~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;RULES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, mp3 player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tag 15 friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Everyone tagged have to do same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Have Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foreign language - Anberlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell no, i hate foreign languages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Farewell - Within temptation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... You've gotta be f**king me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn girl - AAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey oh tonight - Norweigan recycling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome band, nonsensical answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end what i begin - The script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, suuure, i try to. TRY to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears don't fall - BFMV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall for anything - The Script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King of glory - Chris Tomlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another random answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little things that give you away - LP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes a LITTLE sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it roll - Secondhand serenade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sense, moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Razor's edge - ACDC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easier to go - Lifehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not making any sense, itunes library...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven Forbid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.o that sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Love is a lie - SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, -hugs parents-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridges - Lifehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't leave me - AAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'awwww i'm touched, but really. let me go in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeper - Yellowcard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.o i keep assorted junk in my room, but it't not a hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twisted logic - Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current friends, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move along - AAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not making any sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look after you - The Fray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still not getting any... (idea what it could mean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day late - Anberlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome band, and sad answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never again - Nickelback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love for a child - Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we're all children at heart, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than anything - Hillsong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, question is, will i be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice queen - Within temptation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move along - AAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apt, somewhat. What i'd love to say to those who went crazy over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Bobbie - Yellowcard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly - Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High road - M. Shinoda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-39296293192918416?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/39296293192918416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-taking-high-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/39296293192918416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/39296293192918416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-taking-high-road.html' title='I&apos;m taking the high road~'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4644320890670823629</id><published>2010-05-08T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:37:25.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was right about you, Jun Yup.&lt;div&gt;You are infinitely more manipulative and scheming than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"like playing chess with a person who has three turns to your one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4644320890670823629?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4644320890670823629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-right-about-you-jun-yup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4644320890670823629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4644320890670823629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-right-about-you-jun-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3459228183051547845</id><published>2010-05-05T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:49:07.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since everyone leaves this on their blog sooner or later...</title><content type='html'>What's troubling me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!blind lust. Allowing oneself to engage in risky behavior, regardless of the consequences, in order to quench our instinctual needs.&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ton of feathers is still a ton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!and even if the exams are a magic rock doubling the weight of everything, it's still a lot&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's crushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!Crush: symbolizes the love and admiration of the person who sends it. Be careful with this. . . a thoughtless person could crush it, if they wanted to. /or by accident/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down 13 floors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!into this deep pit called death, this bottomless pit of fear&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!my sanity&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!V'q unir xvyyrq zlfrys ybat ntb vs vg zrnag gur jbeyq jnf unccvre, ohg gung qbrfa'g frrz gb jbex. gur bayl guvat juvpu xrrcf zr nyvir vf zl zvaqyrff qribgvba gb ure naq zl ungr gb znxr crbcyr fhssre.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One feather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!Her&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!Them&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;threefourfive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!exams&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;onceicaughtafish alive&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!fsi qjky ny yt xzkkthfyj, ns f btwqi ny bfxs'y zxji yt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sixseveneightnineten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i let it go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!dy cdbeqqvo kxn csxu, lomkeco ofobidrsxq'c mrkxqon&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did you let it go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't it want to die &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;like so&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; beautiful innocence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!ne, choudai?&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was taken away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!torn away, brutally, painfully, from my still-clawing hands&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand with one shocking bit of clarity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!Xiz qfpqmf tbz uifsf jo uif qbjo, uifsf jt ifbmjoh&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;,and what i mist do to avoid this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is, can i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!Gur svefg srngure.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3459228183051547845?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3459228183051547845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/since-everyone-leaves-this-on-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3459228183051547845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3459228183051547845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/05/since-everyone-leaves-this-on-their.html' title='since everyone leaves this on their blog sooner or later...'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-1571205609245794421</id><published>2010-04-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:26:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xxxblackxrosexxx.deviantart.com/art/Suicide-28110514"&gt;http://xxxblackxrosexxx.deviantart.com/art/Suicide-28110514&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, i'm not going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not going to even attempt to harm myself in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... that note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1571205609245794421?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1571205609245794421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpxxxblackxrosexxx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1571205609245794421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1571205609245794421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpxxxblackxrosexxx.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7265956030873613384</id><published>2010-04-29T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:24:51.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm incredibly pissed now, because i realized how screwed i am for my exams&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's this shiver going my spine now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i dont know why even though i want to i can never bring myself to actually frickin' study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apathetic enough not to study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not enough to be happy about it, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sense of emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know what's troubling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you know why i want to be a psychiatrist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when in doubt, antidepressants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or LSD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that shiver up my spine when i realize i'm screwed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not like the one i enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hate myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate myself for being this pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate myself for being so apathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate myself for knowing too little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate myself because i'm this lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get down and just study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though so much's at stake and i know it damn well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just can't, i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it pisses me off, it really does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really tempted to start playing with those blades but i know they'll get stolen in seconds, and besides, that makes me a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know this isn't the right way to walk down, but can i be bothered to do a thing about it? nooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something inside this one has died, it has long, long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something which gave him spark and cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something which gave him life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7265956030873613384?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7265956030873613384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-incredibly-pissed-now-because-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7265956030873613384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7265956030873613384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-incredibly-pissed-now-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4219542747968393362</id><published>2010-04-28T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:06:13.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know why I just hate dramas?&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saddistic as that may sound, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has no happy endings, you have to make your own ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not guaranteed, and it's something you need to get yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might see the characters in those dramas having happy endings but it's only from their poinr of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every time there's a fight, someone has to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every but of happiness you get, cherish it, remember it, but don't expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life isn't a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta make your own endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the shit hits the fan, you gotta bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me while i restring my frickin' guitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4219542747968393362?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4219542747968393362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4896820301507704872</id><published>2010-04-27T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:31:30.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sigh-</title><content type='html'>I'm fine, i really am, but there's this sense of emptiness very few people can fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But slowly, it's being filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... exams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4896820301507704872?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4896820301507704872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html#comment-form' 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I hope it isn't too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5766173431775963952?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5766173431775963952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-head-just-fucking-hurts-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5766173431775963952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5766173431775963952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-head-just-fucking-hurts-right-now.html' 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tone to french rap, the... anger and "what the hell, dude" of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrug-&lt;br /&gt;apathy. double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna cut myself by not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6998359704528618627?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6998359704528618627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/banliue-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6998359704528618627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6998359704528618627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/banliue-13.html' title='Banliue 13.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4053735622949304580</id><published>2010-04-21T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:40:41.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h, i, J, K, l, m, n, o, p</title><content type='html'>double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;a trade.&lt;br /&gt;my sanity and the friends who really matter&lt;br /&gt;for these new friends and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4053735622949304580?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4053735622949304580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4053735622949304580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4053735622949304580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p.html' title='h, i, &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;, K, l, m, n, o, p'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6479184261019357158</id><published>2010-04-15T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:39:44.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;There he goes, there he goes&lt;br /&gt;Burning off his toes on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;Heart of the forest of stone,&lt;br /&gt;Its trees of cement and steel&lt;br /&gt;Stretching high, scraping the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of black and blue just like your skin&lt;br /&gt;When the pavement hits you.&lt;br /&gt;It cuts you, fucks you, breaks you in two,&lt;br /&gt;But stopping is the one thing he don't know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;To him, nothing matters, he'll just run on through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's like to be a newb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her, look at her&lt;br /&gt;So fast that she burns though the things&lt;br /&gt;In her way, in her life, like the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of a razor-sharp blade of a knife&lt;br /&gt;Made of sweating, bleeding, breaking skin&lt;br /&gt;Stretched thin, stuck within, in between the&lt;br /&gt;Lines of insanity and a sport, or more a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's like to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;The kid lying on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I think he's okay, but he doesn't make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Did he fall, did he jump, is he dead, what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;Was he doing up there? Oh, wait, he's waking up.&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell, where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, kid, I thought you died!"&lt;br /&gt;So he got up, ran home, sent his bony ass to bed,&lt;br /&gt;And waited, for it'll start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's like to be tricked by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can do it, you can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;The children scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;As I climb up higher to see what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;High up atop the roof of their elementary school&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take a picture," one says, "It'll be so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, wait, it's too high!" but instead it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;He already leapt, and I can feel the ache&lt;br /&gt;Of his bones and his dream, both shattered now,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the he jumped, and fell, and crushed his life on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's like to die for a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worry not, worry not,&lt;br /&gt;For life goes on. No matter what goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Just keep jumping, climbing, and running away.&lt;br /&gt;Hour after hour, day after day,&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening the feeling that will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's like to be a boy like me,&lt;br /&gt;Wild, careless, and running free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;From Deviantart. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6479184261019357158?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6479184261019357158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-he-goes-there-he-goes-burning-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6479184261019357158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6479184261019357158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-he-goes-there-he-goes-burning-off.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4064995868863091929</id><published>2010-04-13T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:55:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M WRITING A NOVEL IN NOVEMBER</title><content type='html'>"1) It's okay to not know what you're doing. Really. You've read a lot of novels, so you're completely up to the challenge of writing one. If you feel more comfortable outlining your story ahead of time, do so. But it's also fine to just wing it. Write every day, and a book-worthy story will appear, even if you're not sure what that story might be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do not edit as you go. Editing is for December. Think of November as an experiment in pure output. Even if it's hard at first, leave ugly prose and poorly written passages on the page to be cleaned up later. Your inner editor will be very grumpy about this, but your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough. It isn't. Every book you've ever loved started out as a beautifully flawed first draft. In November, embrace imperfection and see where it takes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tell everyone you know that you're writing a novel in November. This will pay big dividends in Week Two, when the only thing keeping you from quitting is the fear of looking pathetic in front of all the people who've had to hear about your novel for the past month. Seriously. Email them now about your awesome new book. The looming specter of personal humiliation is a very reliable muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5) There will be times you'll want to quit during November. This is okay. Everyone who wins NaNoWriMo wanted to quit at some point in November. Stick it out. See it through. Week Two can be hard. Week Three is much better. Week Four will make you want to yodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're talking the good kind of yodeling here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M WRITING A NOVEL IN NOVEMBER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4064995868863091929?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4064995868863091929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-writing-novel-in-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4064995868863091929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4064995868863091929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-writing-novel-in-november.html' title='I&apos;M WRITING A NOVEL IN NOVEMBER'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-401932017673543533</id><published>2010-04-13T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:35:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a weird song translation competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the more i feel envious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mainly because some people dance so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(but dress so bad....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should (for once) do my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-401932017673543533?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/401932017673543533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/401932017673543533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/401932017673543533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-472795931583762342</id><published>2010-04-10T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:21:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance-obssesed noob over here.</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;Tired, so fast post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone wants to form a dance crew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm gonna draw up the skillsets for all the dancers soon just for fun. Like who's flexible, who's got style, who's got muscle, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pari, I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. http://www.formspring.me/jacknotzak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I just ran 6.5 km and jumped into mud at the end. Then walked around raffles point all muddy. (note to self. Mud-splatters over black pants looks interesting. -zak stirs-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MPP's interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. G'night. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-472795931583762342?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/472795931583762342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance-obssesed-noob-over-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/472795931583762342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/472795931583762342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance-obssesed-noob-over-here.html' title='Dance-obssesed noob over here.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8308912111306430997</id><published>2010-04-10T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:02:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I typed this as we were leaving the airport.</title><content type='html'>Pari, I miss you already.&lt;p&gt;Miss everything we did with each other. Everything.&lt;p&gt;After you left, a group of cried. I cried. Still am.&lt;br&gt;I clenched my fist so hard it nearly bled. Kuo xuan cried so hard he  &lt;br&gt;couldn&amp;#39;t move. Me too. I hugged him and we both stood there crying for  &lt;br&gt;a minute or so. Xinyi too. (she didn&amp;#39;t hug, but she had to lean on the  &lt;br&gt;railings.)&lt;br&gt;Chenge was just trying not to cry in front of you.&lt;br&gt;Junfu cried.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you Pari.&lt;br&gt;I fucking miss you.&lt;p&gt;Sometimes delusions are so simple,&lt;br&gt;Sometimes goodbye&amp;#39;s the only way&lt;br&gt;And the sun&lt;br&gt;Will set for you&lt;br&gt;The sun&lt;br&gt;Will set for you&lt;br&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br&gt;Will embrace the world with grey&lt;br&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;p&gt;You better keep dancing, because I&amp;#39;m gonna surpass you if you don&amp;#39;t.&lt;p&gt;We miss you, Pari.&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;ll freakin miss you.&lt;br&gt;I love you Pari, we all do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8308912111306430997?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8308912111306430997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-typed-this-as-we-were-leaving-airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8308912111306430997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8308912111306430997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-typed-this-as-we-were-leaving-airport.html' title='I typed this as we were leaving the airport.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7239799952477345111</id><published>2010-04-09T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:20:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I'm not in the mood to do much but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pari. &lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;We love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never forget you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to dance till I'm a better dancer than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I'm in it, and once again, I feel that I'm have to do as well as you. When I entered, you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care there in India okay? Study hard, play hard, dance harder. Be happy. And drink more milk, you'll grow taller.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7239799952477345111?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7239799952477345111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7239799952477345111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7239799952477345111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8322490021845564068</id><published>2010-04-08T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:54:44.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARIIII.</title><content type='html'>... well then, my plan backfired on me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do that few people read my blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I'm not suicidal. Nowhere NEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That last post was just intended for another reason for a specific bunch of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mainly, to scare all my friends who have or are harming themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To let them know how bad it can hurt when a friend's this stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not only it seems it didn't reach everyone, it also seems that one of them still harms himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shoulda went on with my initial plan to say i slit my wrists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO I'M NOT SUICIDAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT EVEN SUBCONSCIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Pari's leaving tomorrow... -sighs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still email i guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another friend leaving my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something else, coming and going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry i didn't know you earlier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry i wasn't your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy i knew you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy you were my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You brought me into dance club,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you're leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might say stuff like "friends are forever", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sad truth of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just won't allow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you so much Pari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss dancing with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss squeezing our feet into each other's shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss messing around crazily together like there was no tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss your craziness, your high-ness, the way you always cheer everyone around up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss the few times in dance club we taught each other what we knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were the one who got me to join dance. When i join, you leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna promise this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be your legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never gonna give up dancing, gonna dance till I'm better than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you had better not forget us here in NUSH OKAY?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes goodbye's the only way&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes, although it isn't the only way, it's the happiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8322490021845564068?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8322490021845564068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/pariiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8322490021845564068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8322490021845564068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/pariiii.html' title='PARIIII.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4798763937391072842</id><published>2010-04-07T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:20:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If.</title><content type='html'>If I commited suicide, would you?&lt;br /&gt;(I'm asking whoever reads this blog. Everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take this question seriously, I'm not joking around here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4798763937391072842?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4798763937391072842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/if.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4798763937391072842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4798763937391072842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/if.html' title='If.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4514074379089654711</id><published>2010-04-05T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:54:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, have I left you?</title><content type='html'>Find Me Here&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything,everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want your all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? &lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-background-How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tears up- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4514074379089654711?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4514074379089654711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-have-i-left-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4514074379089654711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4514074379089654711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-have-i-left-you.html' title='God, have I left you?'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5442579699224074143</id><published>2010-04-05T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:20:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignore the date, this post's on Easter.</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;i cried watching this, but my church members performed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally realize it's too late, it never is. &lt;br /&gt;when we are loved unconditionally by one, we ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;when we walk away, do the most terrible things, and finally turn back, we're accepted with open arms. No, more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do such stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who love us, to those who have always been with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5442579699224074143?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5442579699224074143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/ignore-date-this-post-on-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5442579699224074143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5442579699224074143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/ignore-date-this-post-on-easter.html' title='Ignore the date, this post&amp;#39;s on Easter.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5930570340980004406</id><published>2010-04-04T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:35:21.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At this freakin' rate, we can have an entire conversation through this shitzx.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your call, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i tell you first, if you do anything stupid i dont think i'll be able to live with the guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... Starhub urbanfreestyle run.&lt;br /&gt;GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.5 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4's tmrw... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried today at my church service.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to do that alot nowadays, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;that skit they put up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;isaac's still in the coffin, zak's struggling to shove away jack and alex. and alex and jack are trying to make friends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get it? you don't need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5930570340980004406?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5930570340980004406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-this-freakin-rate-we-can-have-entire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5930570340980004406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5930570340980004406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-this-freakin-rate-we-can-have-entire.html' title='At this freakin&apos; rate, we can have an entire conversation through this shitzx.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7567763415859746883</id><published>2010-04-03T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:55:09.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo.</title><content type='html'>How many times&lt;br /&gt;do i have to make people wish they were dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;do i have to cause all this pain and sense of dread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times&lt;br /&gt;do i have to cause all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howmanytimes&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;doineedtobearwiththis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's only twice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's already getting just darn saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You idiot, i don't want you dead.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do i not want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Just not that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i know i said the opposite once before, but maybe having no friends might be better?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7567763415859746883?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7567763415859746883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7567763415859746883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7567763415859746883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/04/emo.html' title='emo.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4796159492737394505</id><published>2010-03-28T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:56:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango spammage</title><content type='html'>I've got 10 minutes to put my thoughts into words on my iPod keyboard so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later. Chinese tuition I don't even need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, past few days have been fun, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivace was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I messed up my first performance by being going to the toilet. Don't ask. Or read my FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is that my dad just got... 19 mangoes for 28 bucks. Like dam cheap can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just ate one-and-a-half. *guilty, sweet-in-more-than-one-way smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. 5 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn convos with Cyrus and I always end up screwy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and coincidentally I live within walking distance of edith's house (3 bus stops, I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes life much easier because we perpetually group together for project work. Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....why do I smell mangoes now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sniffs fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of eating with your hands~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda bad now for attempting to squish my way back into a clique, but hey, it's not like they don't want me there.  &lt;i&gt;or maybe they're just too nice to tell me otherwise. (if you're reading this please do tell me? I won't mind, honestly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. 10 minutes. Ciao.    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4796159492737394505?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4796159492737394505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/mango-spammage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4796159492737394505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4796159492737394505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/mango-spammage.html' title='Mango spammage'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4743072578949018960</id><published>2010-03-23T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:56:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a hypocrite and I just realized it.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from edith's house. Physics project. Interestingly, we have the same members for... 4 projects? So we can do all of them, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. I threw away my trubuchet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry on holding on desperately to my lifelines, being dragged along some ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(thank you.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Signed up for 6.5km run. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jean, it's the FR one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy, confused, and aphatatic (is that the right spelling?!) now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only have 2 urges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball, and that someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and YOU, the other "you" I may ever refer to on my blog. You promised you'd stop, damnit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4743072578949018960?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4743072578949018960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-such-hypocrite-and-i-just-realized-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4743072578949018960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4743072578949018960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-such-hypocrite-and-i-just-realized-it.html' title='I&amp;#39;m such a hypocrite and I just realized it.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6966866761031684277</id><published>2010-03-20T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:52:48.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now, what to do with my life</title><content type='html'>i really can't decide what to focus solely on, dance, capoeira, or FR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i'm doing stretches while i type this.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote joedi: "You're getting into the dancers spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD but then again the flexibility applies to other stuff than dance but hey who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... i'm also listening to a talk between steve jobs and bill gates. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fighting, yet, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... the holiday's been fun, but homework, homework....&lt;br /&gt;don't teachers know students never finish them till the last day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeowch stretches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday... -shivers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going karoke with claire again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll probably side with gymnastics, in terms of my obsessions for now (not that i do it but hey, i can try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capoeira's cool, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm looking for people willing to help!&lt;br /&gt;(not that that many ppl visit this blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;whoever can play bass,&lt;br /&gt;whoever wants to form a dance crew,&lt;br /&gt;and whoever can "spar" with me because practicing capoeira with air gets lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NUSH ppl only, though. unless you dont mind coming to NUSH during my break time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;reading this....&lt;br /&gt;i just wish you can just tell me a proper answer instead of leaving me in that in-between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;but then again, talking to you is enough to make me happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6966866761031684277?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6966866761031684277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what-to-do-with-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6966866761031684277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6966866761031684277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-what-to-do-with-my-life.html' title='now, what to do with my life'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4365634936174783251</id><published>2010-03-10T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:19:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame you for making me like vocaloids. :D</title><content type='html'>Sooooo. I think i have this deep subconscious urge to blog whenever i feel bored, sian, or emo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post falls under "bored" and "sian".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, for those who have known my... imaginary friends, alter egos, and split personalities all at the same time or something, i finally decided to actually write down each of them down. (although they're pretty quiet these days...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac's the kiddy, pranking, take-life-as-it-comes dude who just wants to have shitloads of fun and "ORLY? wtv~" through tough times. If something blows up in your face, or you see me jumping around, that's him. He cares about his friends, and if he ever harms his friends, it's because it's for the better in the long term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zak's the art and humanities side of me. Unfortunately he can't draw to save his life, but he likes photoshop, music, literature, dance, that kinda stuff. If i start talking in a somewhat poetic manner or in lyrics and stuff, that's him. He also cares a lot about his friends, and will do whatever it takes for them to be happy. When he's emo he just sits somewhere dark and cries. or stands in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack is like the most guy-ish side of me. He likes sports, and is horribly flirt (-.-) he can be an ass sometimes, but it's all tongue-in-cheek. If you see me freerunning, b-balling, or stuff like that, that's him. When he's emo he exhausts himself physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex is my inner hollow, so-to-speak. I don't want to elaborate. -shiver-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was raining this morning. i almost stepped out to smell it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell of rain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cooling chill..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The slight needles of pain when one hits you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clear, sweet taste of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain is just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elearning sucks, i just CBF to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(can't be f'd.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. gotta eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4365634936174783251?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4365634936174783251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-blame-you-for-making-me-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4365634936174783251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4365634936174783251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-blame-you-for-making-me-like.html' title='I blame you for making me like vocaloids. :D'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8652638762637915432</id><published>2010-03-09T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:37:30.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A balance of our sanities, threatening to topple any moment</title><content type='html'>Edith told me to start blogging again. And I shall make an attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my body hurts like hell now. Took me nearly all I had to fish my iPod out of the mess beside my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it seems like I forgot to stretch AFTER PE. Whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, before today I was completely fine, as in, no aching. And I had dance on Friday and Saturday, cycled 20km on Sunday, and then had dance and PE on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, burning fats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound aneroxic, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D; no one can watch breakout with me... (admittedly I'm the most sad because of one person who couldn't come, but I'm still annoyed that no one seems to be free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go with my family then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire has toned down shipping me and cakes. Thankfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's still getting me a neko jacket. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Things are fine, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been better, but since everyone's happy, so am I. (I'm often like clarisse, for those who read farenheit 451, in the sense that I'm more like a mirror than a blazing torch. Non-lit people, nevermind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh. Muscle aches. -winces-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is really fun, except I can barely remember the moves, and I improvise half of them and I'm therefore half a beat late usualy. But I'm getting there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach is awesome, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE CAMP'S COMING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gna be really fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my time icon-ing or wallpaper-ing nowadays. Design's an interesting subject, but I suck at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8652638762637915432?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8652638762637915432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/balance-of-our-sanities-threatening-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8652638762637915432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8652638762637915432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/balance-of-our-sanities-threatening-to.html' title='A balance of our sanities, threatening to topple any moment'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-1566341432397191350</id><published>2010-03-04T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:04:07.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, edith's jacket is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might consider reviving this, but I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- it's already march. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... New friends lead to newer friends. Both good and bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to just foget about what happened and focus on what's happening now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-isaac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1566341432397191350?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1566341432397191350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-ediths-jacket-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1566341432397191350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1566341432397191350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-ediths-jacket-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6996380634295095886</id><published>2010-03-03T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:40:00.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for you and time for me,  And time yet for a hundred indecisions,  And for a hundred visions and revisions,</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do I dare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a name="45"&gt;&lt;i&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Disturb the universe?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="46"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;In a minute there is time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="47"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6996380634295095886?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6996380634295095886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-you-and-time-for-me-and-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6996380634295095886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6996380634295095886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-you-and-time-for-me-and-time.html' title='Time for you and time for me,  And time yet for a hundred indecisions,  And for a hundred visions and revisions,'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8620861089749335426</id><published>2010-02-20T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:11:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There. I've updated my wishlist.&lt;div&gt;Been wanting to do that for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8620861089749335426?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8620861089749335426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/02/there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8620861089749335426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8620861089749335426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/02/there.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6183835419403018894</id><published>2010-01-27T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:00:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm using this blog for this one post. Trying to scatter my crap &lt;br /&gt;everywhere so only those I trust can read it all. Those who know me &lt;br /&gt;well, go look for my other two blogs for everything. This is the &lt;br /&gt;second part. I might be making this up, or it might be real. Up to you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The headphones blasted in his ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole world was black, outside of the hood. Irrelevant to his world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alex took a peek sideways. She was walking past his class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He lifted a hand to wave, but she didn't turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighing, he slammed his hand back down onto the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turnd a corner, and saw her with her friends. He took a step, reconsidered, then stepped back. Moments later, she passed by. And he once again felt like slamming his head on the table. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature class. More analysis of charachters... Immensely boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He thought once again of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How he didn't understand a thing about her, rather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were worlds apart, opposites, and yet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn't even understand himself anymore, he decided after some &lt;br /&gt;thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hell, what the hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6183835419403018894?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6183835419403018894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-using-this-blog-for-this-one-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6183835419403018894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6183835419403018894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-using-this-blog-for-this-one-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8933651031205215627</id><published>2010-01-22T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:17:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILLING THIS BLOG (: DANCE IS FUN (:</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;p&gt;Ugh. Thanks Jean for getting me to rest before the damn flight, cuz  &lt;br&gt;well, I haven&amp;#39;t had any rest since then.&lt;br&gt;Well perhaps I did, if you count the times I tried to sleep while  &lt;br&gt;blasting SJ&amp;#39;s sorry sorry, paramore&amp;#39;s new album, and muse&amp;#39;s resistance  &lt;br&gt;on the airplane, and on the coach.&lt;p&gt;Frankly, I think my butt&amp;#39;s gonna be the most sore at the end of the  &lt;br&gt;trip.&lt;p&gt;Today was pretty awesome for a first day. The moment I got off the  &lt;br&gt;plane there was stuff to do.&lt;p&gt;Okay, let&amp;#39;s slow down.&lt;p&gt;Today (and yesterday) was:&lt;br&gt;Leave home&lt;br&gt;Arrive at airport&lt;br&gt;Eat&lt;br&gt;Eat&lt;br&gt;Eat (did I mention that? Oh, whoops.)&lt;br&gt;Use com, msn and facebook.&lt;br&gt;Eat (yes, I&amp;#39;m born in the ear of the pig for a reason. Oink.)&lt;br&gt;Try get some rest&lt;br&gt;Board plane&lt;br&gt;Watch UP! haha it&amp;#39;s really cute.. Woulda been better in cinema with  &lt;br&gt;friends tho. -.-&lt;br&gt;Copy down 2 phrases in korean. Y&amp;#39;know, you never know when you need &amp;#39;em.&lt;br&gt;Watch District 9. Kinda sad movie.&lt;br&gt;Watch teen titans. XD&lt;br&gt;Listen to kpop and other stuff while trying to sleep.&lt;br&gt;Arrive at airport, do all that fancy shitzx and wait for tour grp (my  &lt;br&gt;dad found out his JC fren was in the same group. Small world.)&lt;br&gt;Leave for theme park. Fell into a half-sleeping state here.&lt;br&gt;Play at theme park/safari&lt;br&gt;Have lunch. Awesome kimchi. Well duh. Kinda like Seoul gardens.. Haha,  &lt;br&gt;memories..&lt;br&gt;Go shopping. Nearly got lost 3 times.&lt;br&gt;Get ski stuff for tmrw&lt;br&gt;Check into hotel, get food and CHILLAXX-&lt;p&gt;Haha.. The theme park was interesting, it was joined with a safari so  &lt;br&gt;there was a bus which drove along and we saw all the animals. Awesome.  &lt;br&gt;Took vids.&lt;p&gt;I really think I&amp;#39;m getting more into kpop, haha.. Blame it on the lack  &lt;br&gt;of chanels here, so just have to listen to KMTV or whatever that  &lt;br&gt;channel was.&lt;p&gt;Well blame Jean as well...&lt;p&gt;Sometime between then and the theme park I remember seeing a whole  &lt;br&gt;group of really chio girls at the theme park, I think. Just saying.  &lt;br&gt;Although much less of the ppl i see look plastic than what I imagined..&lt;p&gt;So that&amp;#39;s it for day 1. Stupid wakeup call tmrw..&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;p&gt;P.S. (if I see any DBSK, SuJu, or Cherry Filter CD&amp;#39;s, I am sooo buying  &lt;br&gt;them. :D)&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. SS501 isn&amp;#39;t that bad. If that&amp;#39;s their name, I can&amp;#39;t remember.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.S. One of the rides was awesome. You sit down, and everything  &lt;br&gt;revoulves around you. No, not like that. Like you&amp;#39;re in the Viking  &lt;br&gt;ship in escape theme park. Just that it goes 720 degrees and you don&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;have safety belts cos it&amp;#39;s actually a dam well done illusion. The rest  &lt;br&gt;of the room actually can move, too. It&amp;#39;s not just the seats.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.S. Tmrw there&amp;#39;s skiing. Yay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Day 2&lt;p&gt;Woke up at 7. Freeeak. Sleepy.&lt;p&gt;Today was skiing. I asked if I could try snowboard and sadly not...  &lt;br&gt;Haiz. Next trip, my dad promised.&lt;p&gt;I did-so-want to try. :(&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after a lot off messing about and having my hair drenched in  &lt;br&gt;sweat which then proceeded to cool and almost kill me, and nearly  &lt;br&gt;scream and yank off my goggles to make sure my ears didn&amp;#39;t hurt like  &lt;br&gt;freak, and then nearly freezing my ears and throat cuz of the cold  &lt;br&gt;air, I got to ski properly. Like up the damn lift. Beautiful scenery,  &lt;br&gt;sadly my parents didn&amp;#39;t let me bring the camera, cuz well I might fall  &lt;br&gt;and... Yeah. Sad.&lt;p&gt;Basically skiied the whole day. My feet and arms and other muscles are  &lt;br&gt;hurting like freeeakkkkk. Naa warm up. Lol&lt;p&gt;Nghhhhh. Some of the girls there were really dam cute. Like with the  &lt;br&gt;helmet, &amp;#39;kerchief around the mouth, those baggy ski pants, the  &lt;br&gt;headphones, the snowboard, the.. AGHH JEAN YOU HAD TO TRY GET ME TO  &lt;br&gt;LIKE SOME KOREAN CELEB. just haaaaad toooo.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i found a wifi spot, then msned for a while. I miss you guys.&lt;p&gt;Tmrw we&amp;#39;re going to a hotspring. Awesome. :D apparently we&amp;#39;re going to  &lt;br&gt;see other stuff too, and move to the next hotel. In the mountians.  &lt;br&gt;Sweet, photo time :D&lt;p&gt;JOEDI. I&amp;#39;M GONNA GET A CAMERA. IF I CAN. rawr.&lt;p&gt;Damn, my mom suggested smth awesome today. She told me to go get my  &lt;br&gt;hair cut here, and tell them to cut it any way they want, as long as  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s like the other ppl here, so... God knows how I&amp;#39;m gonna look like  &lt;br&gt;after the trip.. Lmao&lt;p&gt;The sunrise and sunset&amp;#39;s effed up. 6smth black sky liao.&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhhhh, skiing!!!!!&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;ll be like 10 times more awesome if I could go with some 202-er or  &lt;br&gt;smth lah..&lt;p&gt;Haiz. So tired. Well... Cya..?&lt;p&gt;P.S. BBQ seems to be common here.&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. Sarang hae!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3&lt;p&gt;Usually I&amp;#39;ll write my thoughts here at like, night. But I&amp;#39;ve got a  &lt;br&gt;boring bus ride ahead of me to somewhere, with a lunch break soon, so  &lt;br&gt;I thought.. Might as well loh.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s awesome here. I think it&amp;#39;s one of my most enjoyed days so far of  &lt;br&gt;probably my favourite holiday.&lt;p&gt;Hot coffee/choccolate (moccha), cold air, like, 2 layers of clothes so  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s cool and.. Awesome, little piles of snow around here, for you to  &lt;br&gt;kick. What&amp;#39;s more, I just came back from some swimming pool place, and  &lt;br&gt;hot spring. Like literally. Swimming pools at one place, hotsprings,  &lt;br&gt;coldsprings (LOL, yeah.), sauna-s, at one place, indoor and outdoor  &lt;br&gt;pools elsewhere.&lt;p&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;p&gt;Ah yes, we&amp;#39;re at the resteraunt. :D&lt;p&gt;Awesome.&lt;p&gt;Ciao, I&amp;#39;ll get back to typing after eating.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmm, kimchi-seaweed-seafood-and-beef soup.&lt;p&gt;Full now. Haha..&lt;p&gt;The swimming was the best part of today, I coulda spent the whole day  &lt;br&gt;there..&lt;p&gt;Like, go out swim, Wade in the water, etc. Super cold but awesome.  &lt;br&gt;Imagine ice in your hair, while your body&amp;#39;s warm (well, it was a  &lt;br&gt;little cold.) Best experience ever.&lt;p&gt;Then, if you stand up, it becomes super cold, then you can get up and  &lt;br&gt;hop into another heated pool. Ahhhhhhhh.&lt;p&gt;And after all that, my fingers and feet and basically all my skin felt  &lt;br&gt;dam smooth. Like.. The only time it felt like that was when I dripped  &lt;br&gt;some of the guitar polish on my hands.&lt;p&gt;Woah, I just went into an awesome toilet. The urinals were stupid  &lt;br&gt;beyond words. There was a centipede in one, spiders in the other, and  &lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t dare see the last one. Live ones, mind. Crawling for cover as  &lt;br&gt;you pee on them.&lt;p&gt;Okay that was weird.&lt;p&gt;Long road trip ahead. Gonna recount in detail the swimming trip. :D&lt;p&gt;Mmm, these choccies are awesome. Better save some to bring back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sis sitting beside me, I told her to buzz off cos I was writing my  &lt;br&gt;diary.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The scenery&amp;#39;s beautiful, I&amp;#39;m on a mountian now..&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s like, single-digit temperature now. Positive. If it were negative  &lt;br&gt;single degrees I&amp;#39;ll be wearing my gloves in the bus..&lt;p&gt;Seems like snowboarding&amp;#39;s more common here then skiing..&lt;p&gt;So anyway, the swimming.&lt;p&gt;Awesome.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went there, had to leave my shoes in a locker.&lt;p&gt;Then, I had to change into my swimming pants. Note to self: gotta get  &lt;br&gt;new ones soon, heh.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;p&gt;So we showered, and chionged out. Fr-ee-zing. Brrr.&lt;p&gt;Chionged into the first pool. Cold.&lt;br&gt;Next pool. Cold.&lt;p&gt;Next pool. Warm. Soaked there for a while, then decided to go out.  &lt;br&gt;There was a sort of... doorway out. That pool was heated, though.  &lt;br&gt;Outside was pretty nice. Cool face, warm body. Stand up and then duck  &lt;br&gt;back down, and it&amp;#39;s so warm..&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. Before I continue, I gotta say: my dad, my sone incredible  &lt;br&gt;coincidence knows 3 of the famlies here. Cool, neh?&lt;p&gt;The only secondary-schoolers here, I think, are me, my bro, and my  &lt;br&gt;dad&amp;#39;s fren&amp;#39;s daughter.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m in the coach now, she&amp;#39;s sitting I think like 5-6 rows in front of  &lt;br&gt;me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aaand she kinda blew my mind a while ago.&lt;p&gt;Never ever ever ever go to a pool with a dam chio girl wearing a  &lt;br&gt;swimsuit. Outdoors. In a winter country where there&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;smoke&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;everywhere. That, or my hormones are extremely messed up now. Ughhh.&lt;p&gt;She climbed out of the water then, trying to compete with her brothers  &lt;br&gt;who could stay out of the water in the cold air the longest.&lt;p&gt;My mind was like &amp;quot;boomz&amp;quot; for a moment. Stood there (hopefully not  &lt;br&gt;gaping like a drunken fish &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) for a moment, before I could think  &lt;br&gt;properly.&lt;p&gt;Bumped into her (not literally. Thank god.) several times after, but  &lt;br&gt;still never talked.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I tried to explore, then I found another pool. I think it  &lt;br&gt;was barely heated, if it was.&lt;p&gt;And there was a way out. COLD SIA. BUT AWESOME. I think my hair  &lt;br&gt;could&amp;#39;ve frozen over if I stayed outside for longer. Then while my  &lt;br&gt;feet and body in general were cool-warm-ish, I wipe my hair and it&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;so dam cool, like it&amp;#39;s frozen. Epic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best memory.&lt;p&gt;Then, I swam back in, then jumped into the heated pool. Ahh.&lt;p&gt;After a while, I got bored of using the water jets, and left to  &lt;br&gt;explore. Wah. There were even hotter pools.&lt;p&gt;Jumped in, then saw the water was coloured. Cool.&lt;p&gt;Then went out, like, outside. To the cold pool, the colder air, then  &lt;br&gt;jumped back in. Ahhh...&lt;p&gt;Then, after a few MORE times, I saw the hottest pool yet. 38.9.  &lt;br&gt;Awesome. So I went out, stayed there, then chionged back in and jumped  &lt;br&gt;in..&lt;p&gt;AHHHHH...&lt;br&gt;or was it more like&lt;br&gt;YEOWWOOHAHHHHHHHHhhhhh... Ahhhh....&lt;p&gt;Then, went back to the hotsprings. Wasn&amp;#39;t allowed to wear anything  &lt;br&gt;in.. -.-&lt;p&gt;Yep. Nothing. No towel to cover -AHEM- or your face.&lt;p&gt;Pretty cool, though. Literally. There was a pool, heated to 41.4, if I  &lt;br&gt;remember correctly. That&amp;#39;s enough to make you feel your heart beating  &lt;br&gt;heavily and make you feel needles of pain everywhere, but you get used  &lt;br&gt;to it, and then you just lax there.&lt;p&gt;Another pool, 20.8.&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s cold enough to numb pain.&lt;p&gt;Like, iced water. Almost.&lt;p&gt;I take cold showers but this.. This is COLD. I couldn&amp;#39;t even go any  &lt;br&gt;deeper than my belly-button.&lt;br&gt;What more do I have to say?&lt;p&gt;So I jumped from one to the other. Not immediately, but still fantastic.&lt;p&gt;Haha, I&amp;#39;ll miss that place. Coulda spent the whole damn day there.&lt;p&gt;So after that, got out, scrubbed/showered once more, then left. Nabbed  &lt;br&gt;a moccha before I left.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never felt so pampered before.&lt;p&gt;Awesome how life without wifi can be so.. Awesome?&lt;p&gt;Haha.. The last time I&amp;#39;d enjoyed myself this much was in japan. But  &lt;br&gt;here&amp;#39;s also dam nice. It just could use more skiing/snowboarding.&lt;p&gt;Well long road trip ahead, I&amp;#39;m getting slightly carsick, so I guess  &lt;br&gt;that&amp;#39;s it for now.&lt;p&gt;-Arnold swachnegger accent- I&amp;#39;ll be bach.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as I usually say it.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;M BAAAACKKKKK YOOOOO.&lt;p&gt;okay.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we went to some mountian.&lt;br&gt;Awesome scenery. No railings at one part near the peak.&lt;p&gt;Haha, I nearly got to climb up all the way.&lt;p&gt;But quite cold&lt;p&gt;Then you climb, and start sweating. Lol..&lt;p&gt;I had to rush down cos.. Well let&amp;#39;s just say my mom had... Women  &lt;br&gt;problems...&lt;p&gt;There also was sone statue the Skorean govmt made, it&amp;#39;s a buddah.&lt;p&gt;And it was made for ppl to pray for the reunition of Nkorea and  &lt;br&gt;Skorea. So weird.&lt;p&gt;Bored. Tmrw need to wake at 6, wth..&lt;p&gt;Ah well cya.&lt;p&gt;P.S. Another theme park tmrw&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. My ears are popping, I&amp;#39;m going down the mountian in the coach..&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.S. It&amp;#39;s so high up I was above a cloud juz now. Cool. Above a  &lt;br&gt;cloud, man. Above a cloud. That&amp;#39;s high.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.S. There&amp;#39;s some really weird way they let you spread the jam  &lt;br&gt;from those disposeable packs. You fold it in half, breaking smth, then  &lt;br&gt;you squeeze and it comes out. Like icing sugar. Cool. I grabbed a  &lt;br&gt;pack, but I doubt it&amp;#39;ll last till I get back. Probably it&amp;#39;ll just  &lt;br&gt;dirty my jacket sometime. (EDIT.) yep, 2 days and it went boomz.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.P.S. I think I should stop. And I&amp;#39;ll try to.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Oops. Anyway I forgot to mention I gotta wake up at 6  &lt;br&gt;tmrw, so... SUNRISE PICS!! :D&lt;p&gt;Since I lost count of the number of p&amp;#39;s,&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m at the next hotel now. Quite nice. I was standing on the balcony  &lt;br&gt;juz now. Super cold, haha. Only wearing 1 thin layer.&lt;p&gt;Before I came up, I heard canon rock playing from this room marked  &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;grand ballroom&amp;quot;. Cool. Some couple&amp;#39;s wedding, I hope. Some awesome  &lt;br&gt;couple.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m absolutely positive it was canon rock. No mistake.&lt;p&gt;Cup noodles, ba kwa, and Korean strawberries await me. Muhahahaha.  &lt;br&gt;Cya :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just went to some island. Incredibly cute loh..&lt;p&gt;Like people come, ppl go, they do random acts of randomosity and  &lt;br&gt;kindness and &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;love&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; and the next lot of people can see it&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like there&amp;#39;s these stacks of rocks, I saw someone adding a rock, so  &lt;br&gt;after he left I put another rock on. XD&lt;p&gt;Then the floor, the leaves are arranged into hearts at some places..&lt;p&gt;So cute lah!&lt;p&gt;Then there were these logs, with funny faces carved into them. There  &lt;br&gt;was a stuffed bunny tied to another, lol...&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s like there&amp;#39;s so much &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;love&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; in the air..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;It also seems like the only food here in resteraunts ALWAYS seems to  &lt;br&gt;be like this:&lt;p&gt;Hotplate/something similar, like a wok over a fire (ALWAYS.)&lt;br&gt;Kimchi (ALWAYS.)&lt;br&gt;Rice (rarely, noodles.)&lt;br&gt;(sometimes only) seaweed&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s it. But it&amp;#39;s really nice, I bet I come home heavier than I  &lt;br&gt;left. Like much heavier..&lt;p&gt;2hr trip ahead, to some place, which if I remember the guide, we can  &lt;br&gt;learn how they make kimchi.&lt;p&gt;And my shoes are stuuuuupidly cold.&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhhhhh. There was some heater which I stood in front of. Plus some  &lt;br&gt;weird coffee, tasted like they stirred caramel into it. Pretty nice.&lt;p&gt;Imaginary friends for the epic win.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after all that coffee, I can conclude:&lt;br&gt;There are 3 stages to drinking coffee:&lt;p&gt;1. Sniff it&lt;br&gt;2. Attempt to drink it and scald your tounge. (note: scalding your  &lt;br&gt;tounge is important. If you don&amp;#39;t, keep trying till you do.)&lt;br&gt;3. When it&amp;#39;s cooled till it won&amp;#39;t scald your tounge, take larger gulps  &lt;br&gt;with it until you run out. Then wonder why didn&amp;#39;t you sip it.&lt;p&gt;Optional step 4.&lt;br&gt;Gargle your mouth with it. :D&lt;p&gt;I like step 4. (:&lt;p&gt;And DAMN, do I want a zippo. Those things are cool. XD&lt;p&gt;Well time to sleep. One of my main activities during long road trips.&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I think I saw a snsd poster just now. Haha.&lt;p&gt;And sunrise looked like sh!t, so no pics.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just reached Seoul, found a wifi spot. Gna send this to my blog now (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this part never gets to see my blog muhahahaha. Jking. I&amp;#39;ll load it  &lt;br&gt;in s&amp;#39;pore.&lt;p&gt;Went shopping, got a gift. And 2 hoodies for myself :D&lt;p&gt;Sis spent like, 20 mins chosing her nail polish. LOL.&lt;p&gt;Haha I shoulda got a few more of those hoodies.. 19 bucks, one of  &lt;br&gt;them. And looks pretty nice.&lt;p&gt;Ah well, gna make kimchi now. :D&lt;p&gt;Cya.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kimchi making thing was fun. Spreading some sort of paste of mushed up  &lt;br&gt;veg onto seasoned cabbage.&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Koreans have a entire separate fridge for kimchi specially.&lt;p&gt;Aaand like a family can finish 50Kg of that stuff in like half a year.&lt;p&gt;Then went to see some dance thing. Awesome. Too bad didn&amp;#39;t get to  &lt;br&gt;video it..&lt;p&gt;One guy fron our tour group got called up to help in the spinning  &lt;br&gt;plates thing, then he had to throw it to some guy behind him. He threw  &lt;br&gt;it waaaay too short, and then the guy catching it had to lunge foward.  &lt;br&gt;XD&lt;p&gt;Onto the next hotel now, some guy&amp;#39;s reciting Korean phrases. XP I only  &lt;br&gt;know like.. 3? I&amp;#39;m supposed to learn 5. Haha..&lt;p&gt;I need toilet...&lt;p&gt;Yay I just heard tmrw wake up at 8. Time to get some sleep. I wonder  &lt;br&gt;if I can get hyeong keong&amp;#39;s hp no..&lt;p&gt;But then again my hp went ka-poot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back again, this time in my hotel room.&lt;p&gt;The toilet&amp;#39;s cool. XD&lt;br&gt;Showered for super long. Ahhhhhh...&lt;br&gt;The cold water&amp;#39;s freezing, though. -shivers-&lt;p&gt;So lazy now...&lt;p&gt;If you&amp;#39;re wondering, I mention Jean so often in here cos she&amp;#39;s the one  &lt;br&gt;who helps me enjoy this holiday so much. It&amp;#39;s like, I know she&amp;#39;ll  &lt;br&gt;enjoy it a shitlot more than me, so I try me best to enjoy, so that  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s not a waste.. Oh nevermind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 5&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The sunrise here&amp;#39;s really awesome. The whole horizon becomes reddish  &lt;br&gt;then it gets orangey then it meets the blue sky.&lt;p&gt; From where I am it looks kinda slum-ish.&lt;br&gt;Like you see everything surrounded by mountians, then from above you  &lt;br&gt;look down, you see all those small houses..&lt;p&gt;Not slum.. Like District 9. Or Banliue 13...&lt;p&gt;Day 5 of 7-day holidays always seems the same to me. Like, you  &lt;br&gt;suddenly realize it&amp;#39;s like, boomz, and 3/4s of the holiday&amp;#39;s over  &lt;br&gt;already..&lt;p&gt;Well it&amp;#39;s a 8-day one, but heck.&lt;p&gt;So little time left here..&lt;br&gt;Sad.&lt;p&gt;Gng some ginseng thing now, just finished eating breakfast.&lt;p&gt;Idiot sister doesn&amp;#39;t understand &amp;quot;DONT READ MY DIARY.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s not my diary, but whatever.&lt;p&gt;(note to self: get music before I leave.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ginseng&amp;#39;s borrringgg. And I chipped my nail. Awww.&lt;p&gt;But I got choccolate rocks yay!&lt;p&gt;My sister has no shame. She filled a cupful of the samples for the  &lt;br&gt;choccolate rocks and she&amp;#39;s munching on &amp;#39;em now. -.-&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-hours later-&lt;p&gt;Gawd. How do you girls shop?&lt;br&gt;Just went fron ginseng to amethyst to skin stuff to shopping mall.&lt;p&gt;Lol..&lt;p&gt;So bored now..&lt;p&gt;I asked my mom for eyeliner to see her reaction.&lt;br&gt;She was like,&amp;quot;You want eyeliner?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;O.o&lt;p&gt;Like she&amp;#39;s willing to get it lmao..&lt;p&gt;Sian. I bet Koreans spend like a quater of their salary on skin stuff.&lt;br&gt;Another quater on makeup.&lt;p&gt;Sooo boring. Going to some theme park soon. Haiz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;But on another note, I bought... I think.. 4 hoodies.. This trip...&lt;br&gt;LMAO.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bet the theme park&amp;#39;s gonna be boring.&lt;p&gt;And my lip gloss&amp;#39;s sweet. Eew.&lt;p&gt;Haiz.. Tnrw&amp;#39;s my last full day in Korea. The day after I&amp;#39;m going home  &lt;br&gt;in the afternoon.&lt;p&gt;Sunset and sunrise watching? (:&lt;p&gt;I also bet my hair&amp;#39;s too short for the hairdresser to do much to. Ah  &lt;br&gt;well. Whatever.&lt;p&gt;If I end up looking like Chuck Bass, I am going to scream.&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s it for now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, well the theme park was boring.&lt;p&gt;Bought another gift, and msned after finding a wifi spot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honestly, I think if anyone reads my notes on my iPod, they&amp;#39;re gonna  &lt;br&gt;kill be for one reason or the other.&lt;p&gt;If not, laugh their asses off.&lt;p&gt;So, let&amp;#39;s revise!&lt;br&gt;A nyung ha sae yo!&lt;br&gt;Means&lt;br&gt;How are you!&lt;p&gt;I think.&lt;p&gt;Then..&lt;p&gt;Ee hae ga an dae yo&lt;br&gt;Means&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know what you&amp;#39;re saying&lt;p&gt;A ga si&lt;br&gt;Means guy. Or was it girl?&lt;br&gt;Idk, but the other one was a jeo si.&lt;p&gt;Sa gua&lt;br&gt;Means&lt;br&gt;Apple!&lt;p&gt;And of course, everyone&amp;#39;s favourte,&lt;br&gt;SARANG HAE YO!&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;p&gt;Say that to ji-hyun (the 204 one) if you&amp;#39;re a guy, or hyeong kyeong if  &lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re a girl. :D&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;SA-rANG-hAY-oh&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I think. Ugh. Gotta ask them. Lol.&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;p&gt;Tour ended. Free and easy.&lt;br&gt;That also means my haircut. Bye bye, slightly-longer-than-most-sec-2- &lt;br&gt;boy&amp;#39;s-hair!&lt;p&gt;And it also means shopping. XD&lt;p&gt;Well I&amp;#39;m sleepy..&lt;p&gt;Guess that&amp;#39;s it..&lt;p&gt;Day 6&lt;br&gt;Okay, a nyung ha say oh?&lt;br&gt;(or was it a nyung ha sae yo..? Damn.)&lt;br&gt;Lol. Bored. Taxi ride to a shopping mall, to.. Well, shop.&lt;p&gt;I only know 2 phrases of Korean, lol.&lt;p&gt;The other&amp;#39;s..&lt;p&gt;Ee hae ga an dae yo&lt;p&gt;I think..&lt;p&gt;-scrolls up-&lt;p&gt;Yay.&lt;p&gt;Oh wait I know 3. Haha.&lt;br&gt;Shopping&amp;#39;s boring, when you&amp;#39;re the one who gets called for the highly  &lt;br&gt;honored role of the one who answers the all-importiant question  &lt;br&gt;of:&amp;quot;does this look nice?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Oh well.&lt;p&gt;Bought sorry sorry. Well, it sounded pretty fine on the plane..&lt;p&gt;Last day here... And I&amp;#39;ve got less then 24 hours to enjoy Korea. Sadd.&lt;p&gt;Can you believe my.. I think 10 year old ex-neighbour (she&amp;#39;s Korean.  &lt;br&gt;And my family&amp;#39;s visiting her family now.) likes black eyes peas? And  &lt;br&gt;MJ? Cool.&lt;p&gt;The nightlights here are nice. Lol.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last hours&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sian. So bored. I got the haircut, but so little differnece. Sadly.&lt;p&gt;Haha. Watching tv now.&lt;p&gt;Sian.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s the diary I kept in Korea. Now. 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Thanks Jean for getting me to rest before the damn flight, cuz  &lt;br&gt;well, I haven&amp;#39;t had any rest since then.&lt;br&gt;Well perhaps I did, if you count the times I tried to sleep while  &lt;br&gt;blasting SJ&amp;#39;s sorry sorry, paramore&amp;#39;s new album, and muse&amp;#39;s resistance  &lt;br&gt;on the airplane, and on the coach.&lt;p&gt;Frankly, I think my butt&amp;#39;s gonna be the most sore at the end of the  &lt;br&gt;trip.&lt;p&gt;Today was pretty awesome for a first day. The moment I got off the  &lt;br&gt;plane there was stuff to do.&lt;p&gt;Okay, let&amp;#39;s slow down.&lt;p&gt;Today (and yesterday) was:&lt;br&gt;Leave home&lt;br&gt;Arrive at airport&lt;br&gt;Eat&lt;br&gt;Eat&lt;br&gt;Eat (did I mention that? Oh, whoops.)&lt;br&gt;Use com, msn and facebook.&lt;br&gt;Eat (yes, I&amp;#39;m born in the ear of the pig for a reason. Oink.)&lt;br&gt;Try get some rest&lt;br&gt;Board plane&lt;br&gt;Watch UP! haha it&amp;#39;s really cute.. Woulda been better in cinema with  &lt;br&gt;friends tho. -.-&lt;br&gt;Copy down 2 phrases in korean. Y&amp;#39;know, you never know when you need &amp;#39;em.&lt;br&gt;Watch District 9. Kinda sad movie.&lt;br&gt;Watch teen titans. XD&lt;br&gt;Listen to kpop and other stuff while trying to sleep.&lt;br&gt;Arrive at airport, do all that fancy shitzx and wait for tour grp (my  &lt;br&gt;dad found out his JC fren was in the same group. Small world.)&lt;br&gt;Leave for theme park. Fell into a half-sleeping state here.&lt;br&gt;Play at theme park/safari&lt;br&gt;Have lunch. Awesome kimchi. Well duh. Kinda like Seoul gardens.. Haha,  &lt;br&gt;memories..&lt;br&gt;Go shopping. Nearly got lost 3 times.&lt;br&gt;Get ski stuff for tmrw&lt;br&gt;Check into hotel, get food and CHILLAXX-&lt;p&gt;Haha.. The theme park was interesting, it was joined with a safari so  &lt;br&gt;there was a bus which drove along and we saw all the animals. Awesome.  &lt;br&gt;Took vids.&lt;p&gt;I really think I&amp;#39;m getting more into kpop, haha.. Blame it on the lack  &lt;br&gt;of chanels here, so just have to listen to KMTV or whatever that  &lt;br&gt;channel was.&lt;p&gt;Well blame Jean as well...&lt;p&gt;Sometime between then and the theme park I remember seeing a whole  &lt;br&gt;group of really chio girls at the theme park, I think. Just saying.  &lt;br&gt;Although much less of the ppl i see look plastic than what I imagined..&lt;p&gt;So that&amp;#39;s it for day 1. Stupid wakeup call tmrw..&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;p&gt;P.S. (if I see any DBSK, SuJu, or Cherry Filter CD&amp;#39;s, I am sooo buying  &lt;br&gt;them. :D)&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. SS501 isn&amp;#39;t that bad. If that&amp;#39;s their name, I can&amp;#39;t remember.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.S. One of the rides was awesome. You sit down, and everything  &lt;br&gt;revoulves around you. No, not like that. Like you&amp;#39;re in the Viking  &lt;br&gt;ship in escape theme park. Just that it goes 720 degrees and you don&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;have safety belts cos it&amp;#39;s actually a dam well done illusion. The rest  &lt;br&gt;of the room actually can move, too. It&amp;#39;s not just the seats.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.S. Tmrw there&amp;#39;s skiing. Yay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Day 2&lt;p&gt;Woke up at 7. Freeeak. Sleepy.&lt;p&gt;Today was skiing. I asked if I could try snowboard and sadly not...  &lt;br&gt;Haiz. Next trip, my dad promised.&lt;p&gt;I did-so-want to try. :(&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after a lot off messing about and having my hair drenched in  &lt;br&gt;sweat which then proceeded to cool and almost kill me, and nearly  &lt;br&gt;scream and yank off my goggles to make sure my ears didn&amp;#39;t hurt like  &lt;br&gt;freak, and then nearly freezing my ears and throat cuz of the cold  &lt;br&gt;air, I got to ski properly. Like up the damn lift. Beautiful scenery,  &lt;br&gt;sadly my parents didn&amp;#39;t let me bring the camera, cuz well I might fall  &lt;br&gt;and... Yeah. Sad.&lt;p&gt;Basically skiied the whole day. My feet and arms and other muscles are  &lt;br&gt;hurting like freeeakkkkk. Naa warm up. Lol&lt;p&gt;Nghhhhh. Some of the girls there were really dam cute. Like with the  &lt;br&gt;helmet, &amp;#39;kerchief around the mouth, those baggy ski pants, the  &lt;br&gt;headphones, the snowboard, the.. AGHH JEAN YOU HAD TO TRY GET ME TO  &lt;br&gt;LIKE SOME KOREAN CELEB. just haaaaad toooo.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i found a wifi spot, then msned for a while. I miss you guys.&lt;p&gt;Tmrw we&amp;#39;re going to a hotspring. Awesome. :D apparently we&amp;#39;re going to  &lt;br&gt;see other stuff too, and move to the next hotel. In the mountians.  &lt;br&gt;Sweet, photo time :D&lt;p&gt;JOEDI. I&amp;#39;M GONNA GET A CAMERA. IF I CAN. rawr.&lt;p&gt;Damn, my mom suggested smth awesome today. She told me to go get my  &lt;br&gt;hair cut here, and tell them to cut it any way they want, as long as  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s like the other ppl here, so... God knows how I&amp;#39;m gonna look like  &lt;br&gt;after the trip.. Lmao&lt;p&gt;The sunrise and sunset&amp;#39;s effed up. 6smth black sky liao.&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhhhh, skiing!!!!!&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;ll be like 10 times more awesome if I could go with some 202-er or  &lt;br&gt;smth lah..&lt;p&gt;Haiz. So tired. Well... Cya..?&lt;p&gt;P.S. BBQ seems to be common here.&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. Sarang hae!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3&lt;p&gt;Usually I&amp;#39;ll write my thoughts here at like, night. But I&amp;#39;ve got a  &lt;br&gt;boring bus ride ahead of me to somewhere, with a lunch break soon, so  &lt;br&gt;I thought.. Might as well loh.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s awesome here. I think it&amp;#39;s one of my most enjoyed days so far of  &lt;br&gt;probably my favourite holiday.&lt;p&gt;Hot coffee/choccolate (moccha), cold air, like, 2 layers of clothes so  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s cool and.. Awesome, little piles of snow around here, for you to  &lt;br&gt;kick. What&amp;#39;s more, I just came back from some swimming pool place, and  &lt;br&gt;hot spring. Like literally. Swimming pools at one place, hotsprings,  &lt;br&gt;coldsprings (LOL, yeah.), sauna-s, at one place, indoor and outdoor  &lt;br&gt;pools elsewhere.&lt;p&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;p&gt;Ah yes, we&amp;#39;re at the resteraunt. :D&lt;p&gt;Awesome.&lt;p&gt;Ciao, I&amp;#39;ll get back to typing after eating.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmm, kimchi-seaweed-seafood-and-beef soup.&lt;p&gt;Full now. Haha..&lt;p&gt;The swimming was the best part of today, I coulda spent the whole day  &lt;br&gt;there..&lt;p&gt;Like, go out swim, Wade in the water, etc. Super cold but awesome.  &lt;br&gt;Imagine ice in your hair, while your body&amp;#39;s warm (well, it was a  &lt;br&gt;little cold.) Best experience ever.&lt;p&gt;Then, if you stand up, it becomes super cold, then you can get up and  &lt;br&gt;hop into another heated pool. Ahhhhhhhh.&lt;p&gt;And after all that, my fingers and feet and basically all my skin felt  &lt;br&gt;dam smooth. Like.. The only time it felt like that was when I dripped  &lt;br&gt;some of the guitar polish on my hands.&lt;p&gt;Woah, I just went into an awesome toilet. The urinals were stupid  &lt;br&gt;beyond words. There was a centipede in one, spiders in the other, and  &lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t dare see the last one. Live ones, mind. Crawling for cover as  &lt;br&gt;you pee on them.&lt;p&gt;Okay that was weird.&lt;p&gt;Long road trip ahead. Gonna recount in detail the swimming trip. :D&lt;p&gt;Mmm, these choccies are awesome. Better save some to bring back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sis sitting beside me, I told her to buzz off cos I was writing my  &lt;br&gt;diary.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The scenery&amp;#39;s beautiful, I&amp;#39;m on a mountian now..&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s like, single-digit temperature now. Positive. If it were negative  &lt;br&gt;single degrees I&amp;#39;ll be wearing my gloves in the bus..&lt;p&gt;Seems like snowboarding&amp;#39;s more common here then skiing..&lt;p&gt;So anyway, the swimming.&lt;p&gt;Awesome.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went there, had to leave my shoes in a locker.&lt;p&gt;Then, I had to change into my swimming pants. Note to self: gotta get  &lt;br&gt;new ones soon, heh.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;p&gt;So we showered, and chionged out. Fr-ee-zing. Brrr.&lt;p&gt;Chionged into the first pool. Cold.&lt;br&gt;Next pool. Cold.&lt;p&gt;Next pool. Warm. Soaked there for a while, then decided to go out.  &lt;br&gt;There was a sort of... doorway out. That pool was heated, though.  &lt;br&gt;Outside was pretty nice. Cool face, warm body. Stand up and then duck  &lt;br&gt;back down, and it&amp;#39;s so warm..&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. Before I continue, I gotta say: my dad, my sone incredible  &lt;br&gt;coincidence knows 3 of the famlies here. Cool, neh?&lt;p&gt;The only secondary-schoolers here, I think, are me, my bro, and my  &lt;br&gt;dad&amp;#39;s fren&amp;#39;s daughter.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m in the coach now, she&amp;#39;s sitting I think like 5-6 rows in front of  &lt;br&gt;me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aaand she kinda blew my mind a while ago.&lt;p&gt;Never ever ever ever go to a pool with a dam chio girl wearing a  &lt;br&gt;swimsuit. Outdoors. In a winter country where there&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;smoke&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;everywhere. That, or my hormones are extremely messed up now. Ughhh.&lt;p&gt;She climbed out of the water then, trying to compete with her brothers  &lt;br&gt;who could stay out of the water in the cold air the longest.&lt;p&gt;My mind was like &amp;quot;boomz&amp;quot; for a moment. Stood there (hopefully not  &lt;br&gt;gaping like a drunken fish &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) for a moment, before I could think  &lt;br&gt;properly.&lt;p&gt;Bumped into her (not literally. Thank god.) several times after, but  &lt;br&gt;still never talked.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I tried to explore, then I found another pool. I think it  &lt;br&gt;was barely heated, if it was.&lt;p&gt;And there was a way out. COLD SIA. BUT AWESOME. I think my hair  &lt;br&gt;could&amp;#39;ve frozen over if I stayed outside for longer. Then while my  &lt;br&gt;feet and body in general were cool-warm-ish, I wipe my hair and it&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;so dam cool, like it&amp;#39;s frozen. Epic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best memory.&lt;p&gt;Then, I swam back in, then jumped into the heated pool. Ahh.&lt;p&gt;After a while, I got bored of using the water jets, and left to  &lt;br&gt;explore. Wah. There were even hotter pools.&lt;p&gt;Jumped in, then saw the water was coloured. Cool.&lt;p&gt;Then went out, like, outside. To the cold pool, the colder air, then  &lt;br&gt;jumped back in. Ahhh...&lt;p&gt;Then, after a few MORE times, I saw the hottest pool yet. 38.9.  &lt;br&gt;Awesome. So I went out, stayed there, then chionged back in and jumped  &lt;br&gt;in..&lt;p&gt;AHHHHH...&lt;br&gt;or was it more like&lt;br&gt;YEOWWOOHAHHHHHHHHhhhhh... Ahhhh....&lt;p&gt;Then, went back to the hotsprings. Wasn&amp;#39;t allowed to wear anything  &lt;br&gt;in.. -.-&lt;p&gt;Yep. Nothing. No towel to cover -AHEM- or your face.&lt;p&gt;Pretty cool, though. Literally. There was a pool, heated to 41.4, if I  &lt;br&gt;remember correctly. That&amp;#39;s enough to make you feel your heart beating  &lt;br&gt;heavily and make you feel needles of pain everywhere, but you get used  &lt;br&gt;to it, and then you just lax there.&lt;p&gt;Another pool, 20.8.&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s cold enough to numb pain.&lt;p&gt;Like, iced water. Almost.&lt;p&gt;I take cold showers but this.. This is COLD. I couldn&amp;#39;t even go any  &lt;br&gt;deeper than my belly-button.&lt;br&gt;What more do I have to say?&lt;p&gt;So I jumped from one to the other. Not immediately, but still fantastic.&lt;p&gt;Haha, I&amp;#39;ll miss that place. Coulda spent the whole damn day there.&lt;p&gt;So after that, got out, scrubbed/showered once more, then left. Nabbed  &lt;br&gt;a moccha before I left.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never felt so pampered before.&lt;p&gt;Awesome how life without wifi can be so.. Awesome?&lt;p&gt;Haha.. The last time I&amp;#39;d enjoyed myself this much was in japan. But  &lt;br&gt;here&amp;#39;s also dam nice. It just could use more skiing/snowboarding.&lt;p&gt;Well long road trip ahead, I&amp;#39;m getting slightly carsick, so I guess  &lt;br&gt;that&amp;#39;s it for now.&lt;p&gt;-Arnold swachnegger accent- I&amp;#39;ll be bach.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as I usually say it.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;M BAAAACKKKKK YOOOOO.&lt;p&gt;okay.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we went to some mountian.&lt;br&gt;Awesome scenery. No railings at one part near the peak.&lt;p&gt;Haha, I nearly got to climb up all the way.&lt;p&gt;But quite cold&lt;p&gt;Then you climb, and start sweating. Lol..&lt;p&gt;I had to rush down cos.. Well let&amp;#39;s just say my mom had... Women  &lt;br&gt;problems...&lt;p&gt;There also was sone statue the Skorean govmt made, it&amp;#39;s a buddah.&lt;p&gt;And it was made for ppl to pray for the reunition of Nkorea and  &lt;br&gt;Skorea. So weird.&lt;p&gt;Bored. Tmrw need to wake at 6, wth..&lt;p&gt;Ah well cya.&lt;p&gt;P.S. Another theme park tmrw&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. My ears are popping, I&amp;#39;m going down the mountian in the coach..&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.S. It&amp;#39;s so high up I was above a cloud juz now. Cool. Above a  &lt;br&gt;cloud, man. Above a cloud. That&amp;#39;s high.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.S. There&amp;#39;s some really weird way they let you spread the jam  &lt;br&gt;from those disposeable packs. You fold it in half, breaking smth, then  &lt;br&gt;you squeeze and it comes out. Like icing sugar. Cool. I grabbed a  &lt;br&gt;pack, but I doubt it&amp;#39;ll last till I get back. Probably it&amp;#39;ll just  &lt;br&gt;dirty my jacket sometime. (EDIT.) yep, 2 days and it went boomz.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.P.S. I think I should stop. And I&amp;#39;ll try to.&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Oops. Anyway I forgot to mention I gotta wake up at 6  &lt;br&gt;tmrw, so... SUNRISE PICS!! :D&lt;p&gt;Since I lost count of the number of p&amp;#39;s,&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m at the next hotel now. Quite nice. I was standing on the balcony  &lt;br&gt;juz now. Super cold, haha. Only wearing 1 thin layer.&lt;p&gt;Before I came up, I heard canon rock playing from this room marked  &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;grand ballroom&amp;quot;. Cool. Some couple&amp;#39;s wedding, I hope. Some awesome  &lt;br&gt;couple.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m absolutely positive it was canon rock. No mistake.&lt;p&gt;Cup noodles, ba kwa, and Korean strawberries await me. Muhahahaha.  &lt;br&gt;Cya :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just went to some island. Incredibly cute loh..&lt;p&gt;Like people come, ppl go, they do random acts of randomosity and  &lt;br&gt;kindness and &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;love&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; and the next lot of people can see it&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like there&amp;#39;s these stacks of rocks, I saw someone adding a rock, so  &lt;br&gt;after he left I put another rock on. XD&lt;p&gt;Then the floor, the leaves are arranged into hearts at some places..&lt;p&gt;So cute lah!&lt;p&gt;Then there were these logs, with funny faces carved into them. There  &lt;br&gt;was a stuffed bunny tied to another, lol...&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s like there&amp;#39;s so much &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;love&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; in the air..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;It also seems like the only food here in resteraunts ALWAYS seems to  &lt;br&gt;be like this:&lt;p&gt;Hotplate/something similar, like a wok over a fire (ALWAYS.)&lt;br&gt;Kimchi (ALWAYS.)&lt;br&gt;Rice (rarely, noodles.)&lt;br&gt;(sometimes only) seaweed&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s it. But it&amp;#39;s really nice, I bet I come home heavier than I  &lt;br&gt;left. Like much heavier..&lt;p&gt;2hr trip ahead, to some place, which if I remember the guide, we can  &lt;br&gt;learn how they make kimchi.&lt;p&gt;And my shoes are stuuuuupidly cold.&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhhhhh. There was some heater which I stood in front of. Plus some  &lt;br&gt;weird coffee, tasted like they stirred caramel into it. Pretty nice.&lt;p&gt;Imaginary friends for the epic win.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after all that coffee, I can conclude:&lt;br&gt;There are 3 stages to drinking coffee:&lt;p&gt;1. Sniff it&lt;br&gt;2. Attempt to drink it and scald your tounge. (note: scalding your  &lt;br&gt;tounge is important. If you don&amp;#39;t, keep trying till you do.)&lt;br&gt;3. When it&amp;#39;s cooled till it won&amp;#39;t scald your tounge, take larger gulps  &lt;br&gt;with it until you run out. Then wonder why didn&amp;#39;t you sip it.&lt;p&gt;Optional step 4.&lt;br&gt;Gargle your mouth with it. :D&lt;p&gt;I like step 4. (:&lt;p&gt;And DAMN, do I want a zippo. Those things are cool. XD&lt;p&gt;Well time to sleep. One of my main activities during long road trips.&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I think I saw a snsd poster just now. Haha.&lt;p&gt;And sunrise looked like sh!t, so no pics.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just reached Seoul, found a wifi spot. Gna send this to my blog now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1733763661881721167?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1733763661881721167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/korea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1733763661881721167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1733763661881721167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/korea.html' title='Korea'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7267838872632281679</id><published>2009-12-09T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:40:10.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7267838872632281679?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7267838872632281679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7267838872632281679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7267838872632281679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8642691505849478050</id><published>2009-12-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:43:26.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've ditched this blog for 4 days. and it feels like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, it'll be dead anyway. cuz, well, i'm going korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no jean, for the millionth time, i'm not gonna torch the SME building for you. unfortunately, i'm not gaga over any korean rockstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th till 16th. don't sms me, or call me, cuz, well, it's a waste of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GG's awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKYOUCARMEN =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8642691505849478050?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8642691505849478050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-ive-ditched-this-blog-for-4-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8642691505849478050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8642691505849478050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-ive-ditched-this-blog-for-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8428360664627732698</id><published>2009-12-04T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:30:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube doesn't seem to agree with resteraunt city.</title><content type='html'>JEEEEAN. GACKT IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN UVERWORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, my musical tastes have gone from acoustic back to rock, thanks to you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLOD: Ris Low Obsession Disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join the FB group now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna go bowling soon. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jrock blasting in one ear, talking on the phone with the other. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And typing out pages of hamlet isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs of my life for 10 bucks, totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well batter go eat now, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8428360664627732698?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8428360664627732698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/youtube-doesnt-seem-to-agree-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8428360664627732698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8428360664627732698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/youtube-doesnt-seem-to-agree-with.html' title='youtube doesn&apos;t seem to agree with resteraunt city.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-308456301251326637</id><published>2009-12-02T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:09:11.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotanyGRAPES?</title><content type='html'>Quoting my msn pm.&lt;br /&gt;Guys talking to guys about shampoo and hair. What's this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had a split personality, the other me would probably be bi.&lt;br /&gt;now why did i just say that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-308456301251326637?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/308456301251326637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/gotanygrapes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/308456301251326637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/308456301251326637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/gotanygrapes.html' title='gotanyGRAPES?'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5667184844461677199</id><published>2009-12-02T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:25:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever ever ever ever ever (about 5 million more evers here) put carrots into cream pasta.</title><content type='html'>as the title says.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooked my own pasta. pretty weird, cuz didnt have all the proper ingredients, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but pretty awesome for a 1st try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facebook's getting addictive, and so is tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz. holidays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5667184844461677199?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5667184844461677199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/never-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever-about-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5667184844461677199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5667184844461677199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/12/never-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever-about-5.html' title='Never ever ever ever ever ever (about 5 million more evers here) put carrots into cream pasta.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-1052191867648771931</id><published>2009-11-27T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:09:33.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One nation controled by the media~</title><content type='html'>Just watched yet another movie. That makes... 5? I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't think kimchi, tom yam, coke, and ice cream go well together, on a side note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Kimchi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna enjoy Korea lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I'm not obssesed over some star, so I possibly could be a lot more excited about going to Korea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shld ask my mom to try make fried mars bars lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got like 3 books I wanted today. So happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile tears, THE LOST SYMBOL, and pride and prejudice AND ZMOBIES (which my mother didn't really want me to read cuz it's an insult to the classic, apparently, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... That's it for today. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1052191867648771931?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1052191867648771931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-nation-controled-by-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1052191867648771931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1052191867648771931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-nation-controled-by-media.html' title='One nation controled by the media~'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3606687589175088985</id><published>2009-11-26T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:36:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, i'm typing this with 1 hand, my other hand's holding a guava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, I HEART COOKIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i'm going to wash my hands cuz i finished the guava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, (ha, i bet you were thinking fourthly) Farenheit 451 is a pretty good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'm getting kinda tired of that virus that takes over your account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that point, i have to say: "MY FEET ARE BLOODY KILLING ME DUE TO ICE SKATING FOR 2 HRS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i have to ask, should i try start a audioblog? (i think it's gonna fail epic-ly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penultimate-ly, bowling's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, BOOMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all the conjunctions i can think of besides stuff like however, despite, and other crap i didnt bother to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boomz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3606687589175088985?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3606687589175088985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-all-im-typing-this-with-1-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3606687589175088985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3606687589175088985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-all-im-typing-this-with-1-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2625073845472924853</id><published>2009-11-25T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:22:48.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know someone really influences your decisions when you consider watching gossip girl. (yes, YOU.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored. dont feel too good lols. i shld resttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chenyue, may you die in childbirth before you're in my lit class. yes, you know what that means.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2625073845472924853?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2625073845472924853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-someone-really-influences-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2625073845472924853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2625073845472924853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-someone-really-influences-your.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5452917250102161672</id><published>2009-11-23T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:45:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green-eyes monstahh</title><content type='html'>DANGNIT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUTUBEEEEE. JEALOUS MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhNdVzbJQ44&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M ENVIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF HER SINGNG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF HER COMPOSING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF HER GUITAR SKILLZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACKKKKK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-JEALOUS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5452917250102161672?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5452917250102161672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/green-eyes-monstahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5452917250102161672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5452917250102161672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/green-eyes-monstahh.html' title='green-eyes monstahh'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2819715764530725564</id><published>2009-11-22T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:49:07.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookeh.</title><content type='html'>Man, am I HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, 11, and I'm craving clam chowder. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should rly learn how to cook stuff soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my braces are killing me, I can't have cookies or the like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D; no cookies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my sense of taste has half died. Perhaps it's due to the bland porridge I keep eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that I eat it while it's scaldingly hot and it scalds my tounge and throat on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2819715764530725564?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2819715764530725564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2819715764530725564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2819715764530725564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookeh.html' title='Cookeh.'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3139114033543545773</id><published>2009-11-21T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:43:29.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomz</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty busy. Fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, then got my nobel exco tee. OMG IT IS AWESOME OKAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish my name wasn't drawn and rather, printed on, but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got my results. Improved yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bballed for ages. I really suck, man. &lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Christmas carol. Not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Bruneian scholars off, and discovered I can shove 4 jackets into my cargo pant's pockets and still have room for more. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2012. YESSS, LOL. 2 MOVIES IN A DAY HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that sums it up. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3139114033543545773?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3139114033543545773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/boomz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3139114033543545773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3139114033543545773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/boomz.html' title='Boomz'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3957064657397285590</id><published>2009-11-17T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:03:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch. Hurt my knee. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Indian cultre thing today was boring, 'cept the thing which sounded like a guitar. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played pingpong, lol. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOSTTTTTT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3957064657397285590?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3957064657397285590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3957064657397285590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3957064657397285590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-2361753760987084441</id><published>2009-11-16T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:59:48.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COSY Hostel!</title><content type='html'>Whee. I kept a recount of the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third trip to COSI. A 1-day long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've found out my "brother"'s in secondary school. Gosh. That was fast. He's also a comp pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at four freaking AM, changed, grabbed jam sandwhitch, left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport was boring. Except when I saw someone from the last time I went to COSI. Like "hey, is that Rachel?"&lt;br /&gt;"cannot be lei.."&lt;br /&gt;-she turns around and sees me-&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Turns out she was sending her parents off to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So flight sucked, shoulda taken that coffee I coulda got before the dang flight. Hungry, thirsty, and sleepy for an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed, followed another group straight to COSI. HAHA. I decided they were inexperienced, cuz no one experienced goes there straightaway. We always remember to overstock on snacks, and I mean overstock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, in my last trip 2 ppl said they could finish a tin of Milo in a week.&lt;br /&gt;A WHOLE TIN, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even then, we still never finish eating. Always like half the food we give to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went straight to COSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to rooms, slacked for a bit, and adventures arnd. BIG MISTAKE. Swelteringly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids came home from school, met the two ppl I know who still are in COSI (the rest went to some boarding school to take their version of O' levels. Oh, by some awesome coincidence, one's called Jack. AHHAHAHAHahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tour arnd the place, and a few other things. Sadly they didn't harvest the rice I planted in June... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, time was pretty much a blur for me today manzxzxxx, I can't believe yesterday I was at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, as usual, watched sunset. This one was pretty awesome. I hope my dad uploads the pics ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw, gna watch sunrise, snap more pics, haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm s sucker for lights when everything's dark, like... City lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not those fake ones at marina bay or ochard, those suck, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, so tmrw gna stay in phnom penh. Oh well, at least I can go buy little souveniors I can give as b'day prezzies! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta shower soon, haha. Sweaty and sticky all over. Whee cold showers ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much summarized day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;Woah, that was one cold night. Blame aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to my toes freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, can't complain, at least I get a matress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, went to pee. There was a lizard in thr toilet bowl. Nearly LMAO'ed there, but in the end I just flushed it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's an hour behind Cambodia. Which means it's six now. Wow, talk 'bout bright. OH DANG I MISSED THE SUNRISEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is at seven, and I don't think I can wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I love the food here, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it I'll write again at the end of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm pretty sure half the girls I know would absolutely DIE here. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the end, but heckkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast. Mmm. Awesome. Noodles which tasted kinda like magee mee. Threw chilli all over it, and had 2 cups of milk tea. Or tea milk. Whatever. Spammed milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I took my dad's camera. Ran all about snapping pics. (damnit, couldn't get that silouhetteed pic of mehself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I went to the paddy fields. Harvesting the rice I planted in June, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So interesting. But DAMN TIRING. I wear dryfit also no difference. Shirt wet, pants wet. If I were wearing some normal teeshirt I bet it could've asorbed all my sweat and I'll still have enough to fill a cup after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, helped tie a bundle of rice, and finally left. So damn tired. Drank a whole bottle of water, and still felt kinda thirsty. Then, we went to meet my other friends. Apparently they're taking their equivilant of A levels, not O. Anyway, someone rented for them 2 houses, one for the boys, another for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Said hi to everyone I remember (Chantha! Dianne! Ratana!), then left. ):&lt;br /&gt;Their story goes kinda like this..,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they got into COSI, so I'll leave that. But why they weren't in cosi is the interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school near COSI only teaches till their version of sec 3. The nearest school which teaches a complete education is FREAKING FAR.&lt;br /&gt;like leave at 5.30am, come back at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;So they, along with one adult set up a mini hostel near the school. The oldest kids go there, and they live together till gradguation.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like our hostel, 'cept that our hostel is heaven compared to them. Wake up at 4.30 make breakfast, do laundry yourself, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all that I see them, and they're happy. Happy with such simple lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an asthma attck halfway through. No inhaler. Stupid dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Anyway, ate beef stew after tht. AWESOME LAH THAT STEWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Sweet-salty-bitter awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Then coconut ice-cream, with other stuff in it like rasins. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;(mix coke and coconut juice. Result, if in the right proportion is really... Awesome. I think that's getting repetitive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm lying in the bed of some inn, gna go shopping soon. Lol, must remember to get gifts for frens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Coke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9.30pm-&lt;br /&gt;Hello once again lols.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I slept. SLEPT. ahhhhhhh. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm really full. Had an awesome lunch, and I wanted to try some of the local stuff but I couldn't, cuz apparently it's really bad. Haha, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we also went shopping.. XP&lt;br /&gt;Got two bags. I think I have some weird want for ONLY sling bags. Although I DID see one DAM CUTE BAG omigawsh it was so awesome I have the pic in my hp now ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: things to try next time I come:&lt;br /&gt;Ferterlized egg, fermented fish paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do in s'pore: (incomplete list, lols)&lt;br /&gt;Coconut juice + flat coke&lt;br /&gt;Stop wasting rice. (you plant it, harvest it, thresh it, and cook it yourself. Then you'll see what I freaking mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload this to blog!&lt;br /&gt;Steal photos and upload to fb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use my new pencilcase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzxzxxx, I'm so darn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Cya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think school is going to be somewhat tiring for the next week. Caffine spamming it shall be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. Sleeptime?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2361753760987084441?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2361753760987084441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/whee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2361753760987084441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/2361753760987084441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/whee.html' title='COSY Hostel!'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-339841751127214533</id><published>2009-11-14T05:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:04:44.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and by the time you read this I'll be there. Don't SMS me, I won't reply. Aaand, my pants can fit my jacket. Cargo pants ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-339841751127214533?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/339841751127214533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-and-by-time-you-read-this-ill-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/339841751127214533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/339841751127214533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-and-by-time-you-read-this-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4048934926179187274</id><published>2009-11-14T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:02:53.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5am</title><content type='html'>So... I'm leaving s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambodia. So sad my camera's gone funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Gna try get souveniors. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya'll tuesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4048934926179187274?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4048934926179187274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/5am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4048934926179187274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/4048934926179187274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/5am.html' title='5am'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3420743748690460295</id><published>2009-11-13T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:27:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm not in s'pore. dont bother sms'ing unless you're rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i'll be bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3420743748690460295?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-3054578891545968377</id><published>2009-11-13T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:07:59.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like i say on my msn PM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes the simplest things are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes they're the worst, but that's rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent like, an hour playing ToD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't bother asking me for anything, my lips are sealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suffice to say our class is just weird. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(me included.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, big news coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO, IS THERE ANYONE IN NUSH YEAR 2 WHO PLAYS BASS AND WANTS TO JAM?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh and are there any freerunners in singapore who are willing to teach?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there we go. told you it was big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what, not big enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-3054578891545968377?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/3054578891545968377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-i-say-on-my-msn-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3054578891545968377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/3054578891545968377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-i-say-on-my-msn-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8200100235921382502</id><published>2009-11-12T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:48:58.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian roulette</title><content type='html'>Boredremmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Isssss&lt;br /&gt;Killingggg&lt;br /&gt;Meeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other random news, imma ask my mom to let me learn capoeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chalet is epic failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do now is FR, jam, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not suprising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8200100235921382502?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/8200100235921382502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/russian-roulette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8200100235921382502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/8200100235921382502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/russian-roulette.html' title='Russian roulette'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4277559306135613879</id><published>2009-11-11T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:31:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the right moves, in all the wrong places</title><content type='html'>So this morning, i taste somtehing salty on my lips. lick lick. what's that? i ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wipe my mouth with my hand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SvotxsZrIxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/I_aH-Vat_fA/s1600-h/11112009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SvotxsZrIxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/I_aH-Vat_fA/s200/11112009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402681034740015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, i was freaking suprised, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other random news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWEN, YOU PEIRCED YOUR EAR CARTILIDGE?!&lt;br /&gt;COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm off to get cyrus and co. &lt;span style="text-decoration: 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places'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SvotxsZrIxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/I_aH-Vat_fA/s72-c/11112009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-8208885267912119502</id><published>2009-11-06T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:23:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one spark starts a fire</title><content type='html'>whee.&lt;br /&gt;came back from seoul gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, thanks william =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempted to rip the group photo off jean's FB and smack it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SvQw97bTIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WBjXKKac15A/s1600-h/group+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dZCcCK3PPl4/SvQw97bTIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WBjXKKac15A/s200/group+foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400995693606412738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it was weird, going out with half the ppl there i don't know and they were going on and on about "OMIGOSH SO-N-SO'S SO CUTE/PWETTY etcetc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams over, time to butter.&lt;br /&gt;i meant jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-8208885267912119502?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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JAMMING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news is not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i cant think of any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my revised post exams to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;pk&lt;br /&gt;learn piano!&lt;br /&gt;guitar grade 1 exam, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;learn capoeira!&lt;br /&gt;jamming!&lt;br /&gt;go out with friends!&lt;br /&gt;jamming!&lt;br /&gt;jamming!&lt;br /&gt;jamming!&lt;br /&gt;jamming!&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to infinity and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. so much is happening now, and i cant really be bothered to blog but i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... some #$%^tard scratched my dad's car. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 doors down, here without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar, ILY! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6003072809574652850?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6003072809574652850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-dont-think-i-can-look-at-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6003072809574652850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/6003072809574652850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-dont-think-i-can-look-at-this.html' title='and i don&apos;t think i can look at this the same'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-6110257866527966571</id><published>2009-10-30T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:19:23.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i got my magma base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm suddenly determined to do so many things. hopefulli i'll accomplish at least some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, physics. stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar tomorow, hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carbonara and chilli sauce tastes nice. like ketchup type chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant keep on one topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to william, even though i keep dropping something, i always go back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. revision with hostel-ites sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather, with lappys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monthy python and other youtube stuff half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wrist hurts. cut it by accident.&lt;br /&gt;no, im not suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's about all that happened in meh boring life since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and chinese exams are over!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-6110257866527966571?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/6110257866527966571/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5722780178394918430</id><published>2009-10-30T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:32:28.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 exams down!&lt;br /&gt;and the one's i'm the most afraid of lol&lt;br /&gt;oh well mugmugmug now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5722780178394918430?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5722780178394918430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-exams-down-and-ones-im-most-afraid-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Fender guitar (the eric johnson signature one for those overly enthu ones. well not overly enthu.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i guess i found more meaning to life recently but i wont puke it here for the world to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!Pari, it's from you.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!NPTDNUZMQBPXDFBOSXPOSTFPODJBCOEFJZVU yes, you're meant to read this. only some people though.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lit was fun. now, to revise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-2506038333347620812?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/2506038333347620812/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7165498695516964109</id><published>2009-10-25T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:40:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't really want to post so that explains he mistakes in this post, i cant be bothered to correct 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still trying to keep my emotions out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped church today, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english and lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE WHO ARE DOING LIT HOW LONG DOES THE DIRECTOR"S PORTFOLIO NEED TO BE?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, stupid internet. have a shitty time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7290373277072368487</id><published>2009-10-22T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:50:27.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change is constant.</title><content type='html'>35 minutes for my post.&lt;br /&gt;more like 25, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ditched my guitar for now. sorry. its so damn dirty, anyway. gotta clean it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may need to bring my amp to school soon, though. for lit. hehe looks like a good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's up with my life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home i'm still terribly emo (i initially subconciously typed it as evil, blame my alter ego.) and&lt;br /&gt;im just bearing with everything as i type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'm really dam worried and kinda overloaded. "kinda" is the word, its my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of that, school's fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like english really isnt that bad, i enjoy it ('cept the book reviews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths takes a turn for the worse, but then again no one wants to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry isnt that bad, physics, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lit!&lt;br /&gt;LITLITLIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit's fun this sem. but te hwrk isnt, i shoulda taken it last sem -.--.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really changing quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ showed me a vid on youtube about phobias. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;go see "phobias" on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, low battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-1243395800348476162</id><published>2009-10-17T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:53:45.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for those who've been asking;</title><content type='html'>-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;i typed out this post once, then posted it and firefox proceeded to turn it into meaningless gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually post music, and so not two in one post. goes to show.. something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T00TD67iNSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T00TD67iNSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" 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 we go. lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Going through this life looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;People passing by looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk this world alone try to stay on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes crawl, fall, but I stand up cause I'm afraid to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes to a new day, with all new problems and all new pain&lt;br /&gt;All the faces are filled with so much anger&lt;br /&gt;Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger&lt;br /&gt;After all the wars, after settling the scores,&lt;br /&gt;at the break of dawn we will be deaf to the answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much bigotry, misunderstanding and fear&lt;br /&gt;With eyes squinted and fists clinched we reach out for what is dear&lt;br /&gt;We want it we want&lt;br /&gt;We want a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;We're on a pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;A crusade for hope&lt;br /&gt;Cause in our hearts and minds and souls we know&lt;br /&gt;We need it we need&lt;br /&gt;We need more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this life looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;People passing by looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I meet looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nations with so many hungry people&lt;br /&gt;So many homeless scrounging around for dirty needles&lt;br /&gt;On the rise, teen suicide, when we will realize&lt;br /&gt;We've been desensitized by the lies of the world&lt;br /&gt;We're oppressed and impressed by the greedy&lt;br /&gt;Whose hands squeeze the life out of the needy&lt;br /&gt;When will we learn that wars, threats,&lt;br /&gt;and regrets are the cause and effect of living in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can help protect the innocence of our children&lt;br /&gt;Stolen on the internet with images they can't forget&lt;br /&gt;We want it we want&lt;br /&gt;We want a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;We represet a generation that wants to turn back a nation&lt;br /&gt;To let love be our light and salvation&lt;br /&gt;We need it we need&lt;br /&gt;We need more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this life looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;People passing by looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I meet looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a Savior to some kids I'll never meet&lt;br /&gt;Sent a check in the mail to buy them something to eat&lt;br /&gt;What will you do to make a difference, to make a change?&lt;br /&gt;What will you do to help someone along the way?&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch, a smile as you turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;Pray for your enemies; humble yourself, love's staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the most painful faces&lt;br /&gt;Angels show up in the strangest of places&lt;br /&gt;Angels show up in the strangest of places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this life looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;People passing by looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets looking for angels&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I meet looking for angels (3X)&lt;/pre&gt; read it. it seems so true, doesn't it? well if it doesn't it still does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people i meet, are looking for angels.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i've been telling myself i'll happily suffer if it means others enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, will anyone notice?&lt;br /&gt;i really doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so competitive, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this world. everyone needs to be better and better in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone competes. there isn't any... trust?&lt;br /&gt;there isnt trust because there's greed, and selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's impossible to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many songs i could fit in here. how... apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rw7lK5nGdUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rw7lK5nGdUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-1243395800348476162?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/1243395800348476162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-those-whove-been-asking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1243395800348476162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/1243395800348476162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-those-whove-been-asking.html' title='for those who&apos;ve been asking;'/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-7844779673925139880</id><published>2009-10-14T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:00:03.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is meaningless.&lt;div&gt;competition after competition, then when you think its over, it starts all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the whole damn world is just as obsessed, with who's the best dressed, and who's the best sex"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this shit never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never fucking ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the beautiful insanity, the apathy surrounding me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best to be ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-7844779673925139880?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/7844779673925139880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-meaningless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7844779673925139880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/7844779673925139880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-5849849862198525713</id><published>2009-10-14T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:06:00.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whenever i say hiatus i never seem to mean it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so andy was absent today. therefore angela gets to be tormented by audrey's non-stop yappering (is there even such a word?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get well soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man. so many tests, exams, everything coming up. so annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm gonna flunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is going a bit outta control. just a &lt;i&gt;little wee bit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lit was... FAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. and i have a 1500 word essay to do in an hour. solution? dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the fuck is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5849849862198525713?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5849849862198525713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/whenever-i-say-hiatus-i-never-seem-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5849849862198525713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784855270256354009/posts/default/5849849862198525713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/whenever-i-say-hiatus-i-never-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>i-z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09962643373402716742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784855270256354009.post-4779840106418990198</id><published>2009-10-13T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:19:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths test: FAILED&lt;br /&gt;physics test: gonna fail&lt;br /&gt;chinese test: you think?&lt;br /&gt;chem test: think i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmaigawsh my life is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a handful of things make sense to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;no mood, haitus, i supose. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-4779840106418990198?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/4779840106418990198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-test-failed-physics-test-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaning, my dad for me a shitass formal blazer and pants for lit, and also for my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also, i wanna join dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA CONTRAST MANNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm meeting someone soon. cya'll sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784855270256354009-5594210649211500018?l=jacknotzak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacknotzak.blogspot.com/feeds/5594210649211500018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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