<?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-9520183</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:08:09.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savour The Night</title><subtitle type='html'>I run on a path of the sky, my road is the night, my story, is the stars.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-8864141797895821078</id><published>2009-09-07T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:56:34.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Through Changes</title><content type='html'>When you put your best foot forward nothing ever seems too right or too wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Or So I Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a pretty bad guy, I led a pretty harsh life when people compare, I believe I got by marginally, left nothing much to spare, and plenty behind. I honestly always hoped for a better life when I went through my changes, I realized I haven't really gone far, if not nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close To Me, Close To My Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-8864141797895821078?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/8864141797895821078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=8864141797895821078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/8864141797895821078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/8864141797895821078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-through-changes.html' title='Going Through Changes'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-2410204970779574943</id><published>2008-07-01T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:18:46.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! Or Lack Thereof.</title><content type='html'>Nifty always said I could never hit the side of a barn with a shotgun. Well now proven I can hit the side of a target board with a rifle. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Transmissions has been going through plenty of recruits, old faces, new faces. Its always good to meet new people. Having our regular internal scrims now, most in face are very enjoyable and a good learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late and I've got to head back early tomorrow. Gonna retire for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you through the open night sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-2410204970779574943?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/2410204970779574943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=2410204970779574943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/2410204970779574943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/2410204970779574943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Help! Or Lack Thereof.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-1938353914068808238</id><published>2008-05-12T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:43:26.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon, The Fallen Star Of A Thousand Wishes</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves a good laugh once in awhile, at the expense of someone else, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Nelmar on that day that it was wrong to do so, and yet we all went through doing with it, what makes us so special, so different that we get to play god such and so? I wonder. The less you think about it, the more right it seems, but is what we're doing even right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearly done with my Team Fortress 2 Medic Pack Achievements, just a couple more here and there and I'll get ma Ubersaw! ... Well the last few is always the hardest &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also looking into a few clans i can scrim on with, namely asian ones... I've tried shooting a barn with a shotgun on a 250+ ping server. I can't hit beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching You Through The Open Night Sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-1938353914068808238?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/1938353914068808238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=1938353914068808238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/1938353914068808238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/1938353914068808238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2008/05/maroon-fallen-star-of-thousand-wishes.html' title='Maroon, The Fallen Star Of A Thousand Wishes'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-3834346627166507110</id><published>2008-05-07T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:39:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time And Time Again</title><content type='html'>That's What's Always Said, No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has to go on, no matter how you look at it, so thus it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been leading a life of an NSF recently, nothing special, everyone goes through the same thing I suppose =D&lt;br /&gt;To Be Honest, when all of this is done, I really wonder what will happen, I've been in NS for so long, I suppose the transaction will always be weird. I guess I always will keep going at what I've been doing, or not... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening a flower shop?! Heh, well I suppose its weird for a guy like me, but yeah, that's how the plan, plans to go ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then not, been the same gamer I was years ago, even before this blog started. Been on Team Fortress 2 recently, I'll post some pictures or video's if I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More then not, Gotta scoot O.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching You From The Open Night Sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-3834346627166507110?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/3834346627166507110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=3834346627166507110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/3834346627166507110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/3834346627166507110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time And Time Again'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-114554388143437932</id><published>2006-04-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:44:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just As It Passes By, Love Once Again Touches Me</title><content type='html'>Just As It Passes By, Love Once Again Touches Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long while since I've blogged, between then and now, The best years of my life happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I've found her again, after afew years of questioning myself, and gathering my own courage. Theres not much to say in these lines, but more ever than not, this is the girl for me for the rest of my life, even ever since I left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp;amp; forever, I love you Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you through the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L Arc En Ciel - Blurry Eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-114554388143437932?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/114554388143437932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=114554388143437932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/114554388143437932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/114554388143437932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-as-it-passes-by-love-once-again.html' title='Just As It Passes By, Love Once Again Touches Me'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-113828814502843668</id><published>2006-01-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:09:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Gone By, The Days Grown Old</title><content type='html'>Been pretty much the same ol' hanging around mmorpg's, slacking, music, drawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent changed much around the years, don't intend to either. All this new years resolution thing is really... blah. Just been plain lazy to post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major recently, pc upgrade 1-2 months ago, same ol' at the syndication, working slacked schedules, projects going in at perfectly slow but punctual dates (cough), still single (more violent coughing), bout of coughing fits, basically life hasn't changed much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the days seem to just move by, when you don't notice. Well I do, and things still just pass me by. Its really weird when you're in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamcatcher - I Don't Wanna Lost My Way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-113828814502843668?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/113828814502843668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=113828814502843668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113828814502843668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113828814502843668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2006/01/days-gone-by-days-grown-old.html' title='The Days Gone By, The Days Grown Old'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-113344514177986265</id><published>2005-12-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:52:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Hey</title><content type='html'>- ...Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to come up with all the best songs by random-ly playing. Unfortunatly random playing also results in the fact that you probably won't remember half if anything you played. "Hey this sounds good, now how did I do it again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely good at the keyboard either, I really come up with plain simple stuff, easy to play, user friendly... whatever. Probably just the point that I play by ear. Notably I remembered my piano teacher (yes I took classes when I was really young.) telling my parents about my bad habit of playing by ear instead of looking at scores. I was like, hey, I'm here to learn how to play the damn thing, not become a professional. I can belt out nice tunes on this black and white, wood thing. True I'll never go far, but is that really what it is about? I just wanted to be able to sit on the chair and play a tune. Which I still can right now, decently anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branding, branding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I don't get to touch a keyboard much nowadays, piano in my house got sold afew years ago. Never did ask me if I wanted it around. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Silent Sky III&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-113344514177986265?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/113344514177986265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=113344514177986265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113344514177986265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113344514177986265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey.html' title='...Hey'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-113310001623830386</id><published>2005-11-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:01:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netherworlds</title><content type='html'>-Netherworlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's 1 deaths too many, you start to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's it feel like, to be alive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my already small circle of friends, 3 died these 2 weeks. 17, 25, 27 November. 2005. Sad as it is, I'm starting to wonder, what, did they plan to do, when they were still alive. Honestly I'd rather be dead off right now then alive. I haven't much, infact I don't have anything to live for. I know there's this unfinished promise, till death, or am I just selfish?&lt;br /&gt;I know my friends tell me that I am, maybe its just like one of my friend says, a dying man clutches onto anything to save himself. If I could I would tell you, I'm not dying, I am already dead. There's this hollow... place in me, that I fill with air and maybe, all these things I've said. I ask many people, what do you wake up to every morning. Most can't answer me, as for me, my life work is done... almost. I put my story into little mediums, sad to say, nobody really finds them... interesting. Yes another sad tale in this world. The world needs less of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you three, ...Mayle, Qiao, Henry. I suppose there are many things you would have like to have done, I'd glady traded mine for yours. This world works in a nither selfish nor unselfish way, I just hope you dissolved your problems, as you die. Someday, perhaps when I walk my path of stars, we'll meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Flying Out Of Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-113310001623830386?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/113310001623830386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=113310001623830386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113310001623830386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113310001623830386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/11/netherworlds.html' title='Netherworlds'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-113102593672260087</id><published>2005-11-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:52:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running, Running</title><content type='html'>- Running, Running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly all that drawing I'm doing is starting to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull last week till school reopens, been working around the workpile, I'm pretty much set for the next 3-4 months, at a slack pace, then again, when is my pace ever fast. Maybe if I really tried for it, then again, there isn't always a reason for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running, running, thats what they tell me, I have my problems, but I'm always running, running away?  Could be, or its just because I can take care of them on the run. No I don't ever tire. I have no life goals now, just waiting, waiting. Perhaps thats why I'm always running, always looking for a place I belong. I don't really have anywhere to go, so I run, and take in whatever I see. I guess that's where all these things come from, and perhaps that is why I have a broad range of such... "skills".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feh. It is bright is it not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gundam Seed Destiny - Pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-113102593672260087?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/113102593672260087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=113102593672260087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113102593672260087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113102593672260087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/11/running-running.html' title='Running, Running'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-113051405516704937</id><published>2005-10-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:40:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Comes</title><content type='html'>- Something Comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something comes Juay."&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, you got that feeling too huh."&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds stupid from me, always doubted you."&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing better than to experience it firsthand."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Man fear the unknown, therefore they try to rid of this unknown."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make zero sense to most people, I guess its just the things I have experienced, that make me who I am today, I have my own reasons for talking in such manners, I prefer to lose that reason in the past, I, prefer where I am today. Would I change anything I knew? No, I wouldn't, there isnt a fair, nor an unfair situation the world puts you into. I just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Tai.&lt;br /&gt;What's done is but done, What's left is left, What remains, is nothing but your actions. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;1982-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Usher - Black Black Heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-113051405516704937?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/113051405516704937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=113051405516704937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113051405516704937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113051405516704937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-comes.html' title='Something Comes'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-113042326429476154</id><published>2005-10-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:27:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murky Sky</title><content type='html'>- The Murky Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something foul? I doubt it, the sky hides, it is up to us to see through it, or pass it off as "foul" weather. What would I be watching through the veil of water then? Sometimes if you look long and hard enough, you start to see what you want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't really the point is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its become a habit, when you start watching as long as hard as I do, you start hearing things before they happen. Yeah I'm turning nuts, so you say. What am I searching for up there. Something to ease my heart. I guess. I always ran through the cold, then again, maybe I didn't feel anything, and thats why I call it cold? Or maybe I'm just waiting for a day, yes, a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that didn't make sense. Some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moro-k9ners - Belt Of Stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-113042326429476154?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/113042326429476154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=113042326429476154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113042326429476154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/113042326429476154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/murky-sky.html' title='The Murky Sky'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112990107646822994</id><published>2005-10-21T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:24:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Just You And I</title><content type='html'>-But Just You And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long, I don't know what I'm waiting for anymore. Its just this part of me, which tells me theres a reason for waiting, but everytime I think about it, tells me its there, but I don't know what it is, then makes me begin to wonder, what if it didn't mean anything anymore. It just you and I, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a vague memory of her now, its been all so long, 4 years? I'd wonder what, no where would she be now. Have I just stared at the sky for so long, finding answers, to anything but that question. Maybe I'm just telling myself, one day, somehow I'm going to cross her again. I just don't want to keep thinking about it, 'cause I know someday, its going, no it did, hit me that really is what my past had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was you. I thought I understood, like every other thing I encountered, it takes time, that I know, to understand things, but I guess its just my way by assumtion. At first I probably just guessed I understood. I guess to me your a puzzle with parts scattered around the world, little by little I travel around picking up the pieces. Why don't I just ask? That, is just not my way. Damn I sound like a stalker. I guess your special in some way, part of me wants to forget the past, and try the present, but present tries its best to stay in the past. Afraid? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could read you as well as I do in the skies. For now, or maybe, never. I just hope its soon.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a rough 2 years making sense of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasunori Mitsuda - Mebius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112990107646822994?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112990107646822994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112990107646822994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112990107646822994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112990107646822994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-just-you-and-i.html' title='But Just You And I'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112974029071292553</id><published>2005-10-20T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:44:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song Remains</title><content type='html'>- The Song Remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I Ask You, Can We Ease The Pain, Of Those Who Loss. Can We Know The Cause Of All This Sorrow, Can We Catch The Tears, Of A Broken World, Falling Down Upon The Earth, Falling Down..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that remains, yes the song. So somebody tell me, what do I sing now, the song of the past or the song of what I'll always be. I look at the things happening around me, come to think of it, would you rather stand by and watch or stand by to act. So here I was watching, for a, no, an, eternity. People call me a coward, perhaps, rather a coward, than a foolish coward. Life goes on, simple, how much "change" I can throw with my own strength, I guess it is insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is but a song, a song of importance to me, only I know the cause of my own sorrow, or do I. Memory unlike us, doesn't grow with time, I'm sure the song has always been changing. Perhaps it is time I wrote my own? No, I know that this is the song I wrote, who am I really. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always fighting, don't worry about me. Perhaps if I was there to, I'd know the cause of this sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenogears - Stars Of Tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112974029071292553?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112974029071292553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112974029071292553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112974029071292553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112974029071292553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-remains.html' title='The Song Remains'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112963592469665059</id><published>2005-10-18T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:45:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain Which Calls, The Mind Which Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- The Pain Which Calls, The Mind Which Answers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But Just You And I, Can Find The Answers, And Then We Could Run To The End Of The World... We Could Run To The End Of The World."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There once was a man named Kaine, he told me, the pain which calls, the mind which answers. I met him over the internet over three years ago. He died in a car crash not too long later, thus ends the life of another, which truely taught me my beginning. Why now, the pain calls me now, only my mind answers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A death is a death, once upon a time and upon the near future, we will meet it. I'd like to finish the human race faster than most people. Sadly I cannot. There are still many unwritten things to teach myself, what my end will be. Sad? Yes it is a pain after all, just like everyone, there are things I yearn for, 'course it's just a matter of finishing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus begins an end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xenogears - The Nisan Sanctuary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112963592469665059?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112963592469665059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112963592469665059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112963592469665059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112963592469665059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/pain-which-calls-mind-which-answers_18.html' title='The Pain Which Calls, The Mind Which Answers'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112912617162655477</id><published>2005-10-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:09:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>- Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its about time I talked about this, been getting into quite some squabbles including a chair being thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fight of mine can be classified as a win or a loss. Of all I've gotten into, I've probably "won" by beating the guy to the halls of vallahara, but a win, &lt;em&gt;is not determined by the fight, it is the reason behind the fight.&lt;/em&gt; True that, to them it is a win, to me is a loss. In my terms, I've always fought in losing battles. My classmate Xuan asked me once, since I look like some guy who could never carry more than my weight, how'd I fare alive in these little skirmishes. So  I tell him what I've always told anyone who asked me about fighting.&lt;br /&gt;"Strength comes from the heart, not from the muscle."&lt;br /&gt;Of course you got to have some physical strength behind that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to the point, the &lt;em&gt;reason &lt;/em&gt;behind the fight. I just look for the fastest way to take you down in a-few cracks. I definatly cannot outlast most people (who would pick a fight with me) by taking it down. (Sandbag;Tanking) If it comes to a stage where I do NEED to sandbag, you better hope the reclaim terminal has been invented. (Body Reconstruction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength, why this term then. I don't jump the gun to get into a fight, people who know me in my earlier years know I'm very passive. I've gotten into more fights in this year than 6 years combined before.&lt;br /&gt;And no I do not use weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gundam Seed Destiny - Reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112912617162655477?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112912617162655477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112912617162655477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112912617162655477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112912617162655477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112903263042349859</id><published>2005-10-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:10:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>- How&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile. Haven't been bored enough to put down something in here. Well at least from today I'll have some time to talk about random things about the universe before I perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending a good chunk of time playing online RPGs, have also found some time once a week to head over to learn some piano songs. With work slotted inbetween, I'm pretty caught up. (No I can't drop PC time. Really)&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a grand total of 2 songs this week, Ignited and Reason from GSD, at least Jigi provided me with the information of these two songs this time. Whatever. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gundam Seed Destiny - Ignited Piano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112903263042349859?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112903263042349859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112903263042349859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112903263042349859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112903263042349859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/10/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112730843576084737</id><published>2005-09-21T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:13:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying In The Sun</title><content type='html'>-Dying In The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember, the things we used to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do. I let things get to me though.  I'm not dying in the sun, I died in the sun. All that's left is the part of me in the dark, frankly speaking, I prefer things this way. No you don't feel anything, I didn't myself, perhaps I dont "feel". Did I remember the things we used to say? Not much of it, its been a very long time, I'm tired, but I guess the "dark" part of me still lives on. I look at the skies and see a far, blank, dark sky. Waiting to be written or waiting to be read, I never really understood. Perhaps I'm just a little amatuer among those lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ask if this is self pity, self pity of a loss. Oh, perhaps self pity killed me? Yeah I have the figures of those little things in life, but it doesn't really matter, I don't feel anything. Perhaps that is why it takes me less of a hesitation, to do something, then to hesitate. After all, what isn't in the light, can't harm you as well as what can in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll put up a lil' more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries - Dying In The Sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112730843576084737?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112730843576084737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112730843576084737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112730843576084737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112730843576084737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/09/dying-in-sun.html' title='Dying In The Sun'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112682904499369087</id><published>2005-09-16T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:04:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades Of Colour</title><content type='html'>-Shades Of Colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shades of colour bring the world around me to life, shades of grey brings me to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of getting myself whacked in the head with multiple weapons, life has been taking it steady toll on me. Caught Final Fantasy: Advent Children, cool show, fight scenes and all but, yeah, story still ain't sorted out. I do however wonder how Red13 and Cat Sith are in pairs now O.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, haven't been moving around much, just taking my time at "home" now. Gonna have to seriously find something to do within these 7 weeks -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112682904499369087?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112682904499369087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112682904499369087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112682904499369087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112682904499369087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/09/shades-of-colour.html' title='Shades Of Colour'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112618435592349573</id><published>2005-09-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:59:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head</title><content type='html'>-Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I Just Did Me Some Talking To The Sun, I Said I Didn't Like How He Got Things Done, Sleeping On The Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile I know, there are reasons I'm leaving a big hole there. Just a little failed experiment. Nothing seems to fit nowadays, there are things I know, those little things that come in my way. Crying's not for me. 'Cause the rain's never going to stop by complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a slow month for me, the skies never different no matter where you are, thats what I found out, beride from those grey clouds always near my house. Nifty that struck me as a good coincidence. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.J. Thomas - Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112618435592349573?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112618435592349573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112618435592349573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112618435592349573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112618435592349573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/09/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112143863858000632</id><published>2005-07-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:43:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Thief</title><content type='html'>-I'm A Thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars look pretty bad this week. I came across something interesting awhile ago, and again recently. Pegasus (following two are always together woth Pegasus.) Markab, Aries, Scheat and Lacerta. Ok those who actually star gaze, know its impossible to see Lacerta AND Pegasus at the same time, it can be done, at certain angles... ok so I see it everytime &gt;.&lt; I have superslorr eyes!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the point, 16 teller stars and the 5 box. If I couldn't use Lacerta, I'd have to use a Libra star, which totally makes the divination screwed. Thus, Pisces. Interesting thought though, if I used the Libra star it said something about a certain girl born under that star. Very interesting story, didn't persue it, was concentrated on Pisces instead of Libra. It said I'm a star thief. Now thats a very weird divinity, a character of a star thief, more commonly interpreted as a dream stealer. Now ain't that so cool. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream stealer, translates as one who steals dreams, as well as nightmares, I could take away your pain, and you joy too. Somewhere inbetween, I'm not too sure. The rest of it is a little too real to be saying here, but yeah, its pretty weird. If you want me to read your divinity just drop me a word, I'll check the sky for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Stars - Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112143863858000632?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112143863858000632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112143863858000632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112143863858000632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112143863858000632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-thief.html' title='I&apos;m A Thief'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-112057324911997410</id><published>2005-07-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:20:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Fast Is Fast, How Clear Is Clear</title><content type='html'>-How Fast Is Fast, How Clear Is Clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingxuan told me today how his life moved fast, yet the road he needed to walk was clear. I asked him how fast is fast, and how clear is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that?! Well he couldn't explain it to me, turns out he has a smooth sailing patch now, he's in his third year of astronomy major. &lt;is&gt; He taught me about the stars, their patterns and names recently, turns out he didn't believe how star gazing works until I told him straight in the face what he ate for breakfast and lunch.  ^_________^ Hilarious that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic... a "fast" paced life, why do people call it that? It's because their always busy, theres always something on their hands to do. I lead a slow paced life, those who know me know why. Some people say that slow paced attitude sucks, I tell you I live a slow paced life, I don't have much to do, but I'm always thinking about stuffs. Random stuffs, Picked, maybe not. Hey I seem to be able to get the right answers for your questions no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear, frankly speaking after being promoted from a "newbie star gazer" to "amatuer star gazer", life is like roadkill. Life is never clear, I hate reading my own future when the right set of stars come along, seems I always have a horrible tale. I'm not too good at it still, but at least I get to know what you ate for lunch ^_^. Life is always filled with those damn goblin sappers and their traps. Ok, lame. You want to roll a saving throw everytime? Ouch, you should play D&amp;D. My saving throw luck is as good as sucking water off the desert. Oh yeah it CAN be done, just the times of sucking dust in is gonna get to you. I swear. Sometimes trying is not enough, another of life's secret mysteries I've solved. &lt;big&gt; *smacks imaginary alter-ego away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, another unread, useless, &lt;insert&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - You're The Only One (I like CCS okay &gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-112057324911997410?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/112057324911997410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=112057324911997410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112057324911997410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/112057324911997410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-fast-is-fast-how-clear-is-clear.html' title='How Fast Is Fast, How Clear Is Clear'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111997142866758701</id><published>2005-06-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:10:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashy Skies, Bleak Nights</title><content type='html'>-Flashy Skies, Bleak Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little game I saw off Megatokyo.com . By the way that's a webcomic, its pretty cool, have a look at it. Anyway the games name is... Phantasmagoria of Flower View. Yes I know, long and makes no sense. Its basically a shooter game, and these girls/sorceress (pretty cute), just go against each other. Flashy lights, bling bling. Yeah. Story's something about some flower festival, can't make out much, something about the girls seeing who can get flower spirits, or something. My kanji isn't that good yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the nights are pretty bleak now. Been working around hard and stuffs, I've seen worst. Renno and Dan dropped by for a little while to collect some work to send to the syndication. Renno was wearing this -dog- hat thinge, comes equipped with floppy ears. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feh, some things aren't meant to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Swallowed In The Sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111997142866758701?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111997142866758701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111997142866758701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111997142866758701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111997142866758701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/flashy-skies-bleak-nights.html' title='Flashy Skies, Bleak Nights'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111988276661808386</id><published>2005-06-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:32:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Faraway Star, What Will You Tell Me Today</title><content type='html'>-Hey There Faraway Star, What Will You Tell Me Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have worked it out. My heart asks, my brained asked. Today I see myself. I'm not reading logically anymore, its about what I left behind. Its all me really, just me.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what was that all about.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what the past was about.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what came undone.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what I did, in my past.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what will you tell me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, if questions were that easy to answer. There wouldn't be people like me around anymore. Sadly, its happening. I sat on the rails not too long ago, and wondered if I belong with them, swallowed among the stars. I'd have all the time in the world to see what's going on. Eternity to keep me company. That's a good thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Low&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111988276661808386?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111988276661808386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111988276661808386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111988276661808386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111988276661808386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-there-faraway-star-what-will-you.html' title='Hey There Faraway Star, What Will You Tell Me Today'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111980151674524322</id><published>2005-06-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:58:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had To Get It Across To You</title><content type='html'>- I Had To Get It Across To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just seems so hard to get a song done. The song I run along, is so slow. Keep trying they all say. Sometimes you just get tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just get weary.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say I don't mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just how much I've been thinking recently. Where will I go then, yeah I'm okay to support myself. No problems there. If anyone asked the dumb question what the meaning of life was, I'd tell you it was love. Yeah I miss it. Sorely.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm passive, I know. Its not my nature to take an active role into something. I let things flow along as they are, and come in when its necessary. I don't change the course, because there is no course. Screw you fate and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you Kaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - A Message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111980151674524322?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111980151674524322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111980151674524322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111980151674524322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111980151674524322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-had-to-get-it-across-to-you.html' title='I Had To Get It Across To You'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111961218455056016</id><published>2005-06-24T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:23:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Lines, Strange Questions</title><content type='html'>- Standing Lines, Strange Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty monotone for the time being. Chelsea slept over for like a week,  I had to bash her to the side of my bed every night to get to bed. Ugh. Otherwise its a pretty weird experience to have a deadweight atop of you every morning (Chelsea) when she's not my girlfriend. Ouch okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from making my already messy room. Ok so I'm still the culprit. I need a flamethrower. Or a paper rationing scheme. Many people ask since I do digital art why does my room look like you have to swim through failed paper drawings. Even on a tabloid, on a professional level of working, you need a your main work electronically and a hard copy on pen and paper, incase some retarded WINDOWS virus decides to invade your computer. Besides, I like to have something to remember my earlier drawing days by next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I mention it, feels weird not to have a deadweight atop you. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Jigi to own his friends in DOTA (again).. ok lame. Its pretty interesting to actually move somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I suck. What else... ah yes, DOTA WCG. w00yeah. My turn coming soon. Lets go [sOrry] Clan! Otherwise its just been a pretty... make that oven like... hot week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CardCaptor Sakura - Arigato (Yes its the new site song!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111961218455056016?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111961218455056016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111961218455056016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111961218455056016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111961218455056016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/standing-lines-strange-questions.html' title='Standing Lines, Strange Questions'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111885150204500334</id><published>2005-06-15T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:05:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>All the life's IFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you'd wonder where you'd be if you did something else. Yeah it sucks. I'm stuck in reverse. I love someone, but it goes to waste. Could it be worth? Hey it ain't only me, but it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really ask myself how long have I been waiting, if I never tried I've never known. If, yeah... Can't explain about this. Its just those stupid things you get for staring at the sky for too long. I'm so scared to see the future, if I could take a picture of what I see, you'd see in the future where you'd be. You could climb a ladder up to the stars, and take a look yourself. Tell me how you'd feel. I believe I've seen plenty, to know something about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any way I can, as I said if only. The only reason why I wanted to know, its like a drug, you're afraid, but you want it. Still, I know... I know. Its like running up a hill while the ground falls around you, you just keep running, but you can't fall back. I'm in reverse, I have to keep running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned my bowling really sucks now? Visited Shaun today, its like a weird thing...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Square One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111885150204500334?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111885150204500334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111885150204500334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111885150204500334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111885150204500334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111841199754039453</id><published>2005-06-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:59:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Get What You Want But Not What You Need</title><content type='html'>- When You Get What You Want But Not What You Need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those who seen me enough for stuff like these, I always say, what you want may not be what you need.Its dangerous to roam around your wants but not your needs. How'd you tell what you needed and what you want? Its simple really, you just have to try for what is in reach and not things which aren't. I'm not saying the impossible is always impossible. Its what you need, before what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to listen to the things around me, I picked up things, yeah weird things. I wish I were more or less like what I am today. Its just that feeling your stuck inbetween good and bad. True I have the uncanny ability of reading stars, not so much about patience but how well you look at things. That's what I need, to see what the future holds. Often just bad things, really, it ain't as romantic as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its part of the stars, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111841199754039453?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111841199754039453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111841199754039453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111841199754039453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111841199754039453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-you-get-what-you-want-but-not.html' title='When You Get What You Want But Not What You Need'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111831240016900529</id><published>2005-06-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:20:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[sOrry] Nox</title><content type='html'>Yeah headed out with Jigi, rs and his gf weiteng(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey caught Valerie for the first time, can't say I'm not impressed ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught hitchikers guide the the galaxy, basically just your regular plotless movie with tons of puns and jokes. Really now I know why they didn't tell me to get it =P. But yeah the puns are cool, just stuff you wouldn't do, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, walks on another day, thinking about a certain girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard - Only One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111831240016900529?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111831240016900529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111831240016900529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111831240016900529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111831240016900529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry-nox.html' title='[sOrry] Nox'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111764100810377956</id><published>2005-06-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:50:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Of Sound</title><content type='html'>-Speed Of Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I r pissed. Fuckin bastard, you just had to do it didn't you. What I dealt today is only the beginning. If you wanna live you better not show your damn face again. Next time I'll permenantly dislocate that fucking jaw of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Die please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever been this angry in my entire life, I hope I broke a couple of the damn parts of his body. That fuckin attitude of yours really sucks, the last thing I needed was someone to put a line on it, and you just had to do it didn't you. Grrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thank yourself I didn't go all out. You'd ended up with more than a broken jaw and cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Speed Of Sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111764100810377956?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111764100810377956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111764100810377956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111764100810377956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111764100810377956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/06/speed-of-sound.html' title='Speed Of Sound'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111738328209026941</id><published>2005-05-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:14:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take On Me</title><content type='html'>- Take On Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really funny day... lol. The guys had suggested that we hit the beach for some soccer or rugby. Which turned out to be rugby. Yeah, it was cool, except Dan had more interest in mowing down people than actually playing the game O.o. Blue pants on one side the other random coloured ones on another. 7 aside. IF you saw 14 half nekkid crazy guys a the beach and one with green hair, yeah thats our group and my hair =D. Got it off late night today, can't have that colour anymore =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the guys were dancing to take on me when the girls came, it was like, crazy half nekkid guys dancing 80's style to Ah-Ha's song. Dan and me were lauging like crazy on the benches and the guys were all like doing syncro moves, seemed like they practiced it but its all random =P. I think boss died or something... he was like leaning on the tree laughing like ... well no tomorrow =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reh, went home after that, they caught a movie with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Ha - Take On Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111738328209026941?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111738328209026941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111738328209026941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111738328209026941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111738328209026941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/take-on-me.html' title='Take On Me'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111703351152528675</id><published>2005-05-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:08:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DreamyNights</title><content type='html'>-DreamyNights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TRIP" target="_blank"&gt;trip&lt;/a&gt; down to East CoastP today. The sky was utterly clear. I was like, "... ?" Strange as it is, yeah it really sucked to read the sky today. There were a couple of them, I make my own names for them each time I do my readings, today there was only MistyBlue II and Jade IX. You'll have to learn star reading if you wanna know why I name the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STARS" target="_blank"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; that way ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I spent a listless 2 hours staring into &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SPACE" target="_blank"&gt;space&lt;/a&gt;. I guess I was thinking what the future would bring for me. Without star aid. I hate to read &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; like that, seems like everyones path has roadkill rate of 90%. You just hate it when you read it and your right. Really sucks. Otherwise I couldn't wrangle anything out of the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STARS" target="_blank"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; today. Its exactly the third year since I started &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=LEARNING" target="_blank"&gt;learning&lt;/a&gt; how to read them. I remember when I first started 3 years ago, I had tried to remember the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; I needed to learn while staring at the vast number of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STARS" target="_blank"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt;, those damn ones that blink didn't help either. At that time I thought less was better. Damn wrong. The more &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STARS" target="_blank"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; you have the more combinations you can have. Its interesting to see how ridiculous your readings can get. One funny one I had today was me coming back &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; while meeting someone familar. Either my read screwed up or I must be blind. I think I screwed up really, 'cuz I didn't see anyone, and I don't think spirits exist either =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start getting those filled skies, I really do want to see where you guys will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects - The Last Song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111703351152528675?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111703351152528675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111703351152528675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111703351152528675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111703351152528675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreamynights.html' title='DreamyNights'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111694741921054869</id><published>2005-05-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:10:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[s0rry] Juay</title><content type='html'>-[sOrry] Juay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pulled off freelancing and now placed in team [sOrry]. Apparently their a bunch of all too excited girls and two guys to keep the group sane. Plikus and Vennoo. =D Thanks for the welcome on TS, apparently all the girls were out ...well doing what girls do. I've met Vennoo on the convention day and Plikus is the team leader, but then again its majority, and majority is always the girl's idea's, or so they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the team name means, when I formed [NIGHTS] it was formed off my theory of... well my nightly abilities... I think... The girls thought up of [sOrry] (again). HAve to ask them on TS later. Now all the guys are in groups and freelancing is officially girl anarchy. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah otherwise its been pretty mudane a day, MMORPGed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Gray - This Year's Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111694741921054869?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111694741921054869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111694741921054869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111694741921054869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111694741921054869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/s0rry-juay.html' title='[s0rry] Juay'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111673391709882398</id><published>2005-05-22T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T11:51:58.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days, Stranger Emotions</title><content type='html'>-Strange Days, Stranger Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiate told me today I had a strange way of looking through people... I guess I do have that uncanny ability. Just these strange little emotions that tell me what your life has been like. I guess maybe its just myself but I only can do it at night. Involves some random searching of the sky for the stars, or some random searching of your eyes O.o. Although I prefer the latter when it comes to girls, honestly staring at a girl just creeps the hell out of her unless your hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially slept 3 hours. Sorry for missing your convo in the mornin Joann ^^:. I woke at about 4am 'cause my handphone was going bazooka's at my bedside. Leiate wanted to meet at ECP, asking if I was awake. I'm disgruntled, thankfully ahead of the deadline, or I'd killed her on the spot. I answered the phone didn't I -.-: Heck it was worth it anyway. We talked for about 4 hours. Seriously I can't even remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reh, Imma go bounce on the bed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban - Love Somebody Like You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111673391709882398?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111673391709882398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111673391709882398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111673391709882398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111673391709882398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/strange-days-stranger-emotions.html' title='Strange Days, Stranger Emotions'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111668280065521327</id><published>2005-05-21T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:40:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Little Wings</title><content type='html'>-Little Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Jessica's sitting on my bed practicing it. My sheets are somewhat now scrunched up around her... somehow.  Not a terribly hard song, but I guess thats Jessica for you O.o .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All She Ever Thinks About Is Riding With The Wind~."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto life, and saturday morning cartoons... Otherwise this day's pretty slow passing. Having a rather interesting chat with Joann about performance o.o. Honestly I haven't done one in awhile. Might just slip myself into the schedule some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-lancing boards pretty dull too, nothing much for me. Rather things I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corrs - Little Wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111668280065521327?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111668280065521327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111668280065521327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111668280065521327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111668280065521327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-wings.html' title='-Little Wings'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111660207142822506</id><published>2005-05-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:15:10.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales Of You</title><content type='html'>-Tales Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was a fool to wait for that long. I guess I was a fool myself to habour those thoughts. Perhaps you knew this day would come, I might have wondered why I was even doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept journals together with Ashly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds a little odd, but I guess that was why she was always often over at my pad. I've just gone through about half of them, kinda weird to be reading of all those things we did. Somehow reminds me of things worth waiting for. I guess she did most of the entries 'cause I dont think I write in this manner, or least I didn't think I did. Journal just records the things we do everyday, its pretty much placed in a format where my rants come first before hers. Some days were just the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DATE" target="_blank"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt; and things like, "boring day", "sianz". Pretty weird O.o: those rants would come with all sorts of funny &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DESIGNS" target="_blank"&gt;designs&lt;/a&gt; all over it, must be the way we passed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found them in one of those boxes with, "To Be Opened on blah blah &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DATE" target="_blank"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt;" I couldn't read the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DATE" target="_blank"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt;. I must have placed it in my cupboard in 2002. the ones we wrote in '99 are already yellowing. But there are indeed some things I've forgotten. Either that or my memory just... slipped. Just things that, I really shouldn't have forgotten. Or at least I didn't till I read. In there were also a couple of items. A &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PISCES" target="_blank"&gt;Pisces&lt;/a&gt; badge, we were both &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BORN" target="_blank"&gt;born&lt;/a&gt; in March, I guess that signifies it. A guitar pick... oddly. A &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GOLF" target="_blank"&gt;golf&lt;/a&gt; ball... which I have absolutly no idea why, and my first movie "&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DATE" target="_blank"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt;" ticket stud with her. Apparently in the journal she was insisting it was a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DATE" target="_blank"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt; and I wasn't. I must have been on crack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's many other things. Guess its a good tale to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson Vermont - If I Ever Be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111660207142822506?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111660207142822506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111660207142822506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111660207142822506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111660207142822506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/tales-of-you.html' title='Tales Of You'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111651605971316205</id><published>2005-05-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:20:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Habit Of Dying</title><content type='html'>- I Had A Habit Of Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say the world needs challenge. Without it life would be dull, with everything in reach, the incentive is just not there to reach it. Yeah life would be much simpler, love with be much more shallow in that way. Wei Teck and Jason paid me a visit today, ended up practicing some stuffs for just an hour. They were on their way to catch Star Wars Episode Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a habit of dying, seriously. I guess I saw a little into the future instead of blinding myself. I guess I'm just slowly dying day by day. I look at that promise and that mist up ahead. Makes me wonder what's inside, all I'm left with is her ring. I just can't give up. Its been too long. 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shallow me. Its just my only dream, my choice to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Hold On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111651605971316205?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111651605971316205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111651605971316205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111651605971316205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111651605971316205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-had-habit-of-dying.html' title='I Had A Habit Of Dying'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111615939133729048</id><published>2005-05-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:16:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Wired Out</title><content type='html'>- Wired Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt a valueable lesson. Never wire your guitar speakers to the main dashboard. I somehow managed to wire myself to the EXTERNAL shop front speakers instead of the instudio amps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing a particularly whickedly, LOUD, riff. "JUAY YOU WIRED THE SPEAKERS TO OUTSIDE!!!" I think I heard goanings outside, was wondering was it the volume or the bad riff...really. They really should make label wires. Or I should start learnin how to plug in, instead of randomly stabbing wires in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to work on that technical stuff O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moro-k9ners - If I Walked Through That Field&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111615939133729048?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111615939133729048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111615939133729048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111615939133729048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111615939133729048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/wired-out.html' title='-Wired Out'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111590795746448331</id><published>2005-05-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:25:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Touch Me</title><content type='html'>-Touch Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those t-shirts with the ME logo. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently today Renno decided to pay a visit to the syndication, if you don't already know the syndication now has absolutly NO guys besides me. After Regan left recently. I pay a visit once in awhile to hand up work personally. Yeah, they go nuts. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEHOW, the talk on teamspeak today was about Renno, who literally took the meaning when Alicia said touch ME, and she was wearing this ME logo shirt, with the logo INCIDENTELLY placed right on her... well... chestly portions. I heard Renno got hell after that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I Walk Through Blizzards To Get Us Together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Dan was going over his new XM40 "Pookie" tabloid, honestly its just like the IMAC. Plastic colourful bubble backing... and you pay an extra 50 bucks. Ripoff O.o. Artistic my fanny -.-" we're all artists here =P. Just like the IPOD craze. Stupid, stupid, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Three Days From New York City And I'm Three Days From You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love these new billboards. The old one looked liked some girl put too much glitter in her hair. Like, "ZOMG MY EYES &gt;.&lt;" I swear I had to adjust contrast to 10 times below the halfline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But The Best Thing About New York City Is You And Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Might Be Giants - New York City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111590795746448331?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111590795746448331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111590795746448331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111590795746448331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111590795746448331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/touch-me.html' title='-Touch Me'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111573598684704247</id><published>2005-05-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:58:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Stole The Stars</title><content type='html'>-The Girl Who Stole The Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I'd read those lil shiny things up there to see what's going on around me. May sound a little far fetched, but its actually true. Just a little odd thing that happened awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to East Coast Park to have dinner, as home food just plain sucked. Then I hung around the area for awhile. I think I must have dozed off or something... I'm not sure, I dreamt of a girl with long hair... not too tall either, just saw the back... she was walking away from me to the sky. I "woke" up to find the sky empty... I reasoned I dozed off 'cause I was looking directly at the sky when I awoke. Empty... empty... there wasn't even a sound, then I blinked, and they were all back again. The stars, and the sea. It was that odd lil feeling there in you heart. Sat there staring awhile... I didn't even know what was happening. I think it was Lisa really, but life around it, more than not is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she stole my stars, I couldn't see much today. Yet theres this odd, odd... warm? feeling I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrono Cross - The Girl Who Stole The Stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111573598684704247?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111573598684704247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111573598684704247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111573598684704247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111573598684704247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/girl-who-stole-stars.html' title='The Girl Who Stole The Stars'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111570305577500243</id><published>2005-05-10T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:32:06.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Mono</title><content type='html'>-Pink Mono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now officially gone into Pink Mono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And damn I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only guy left in the freeL syndication... so thus its in Pink Mono mode now. Damn its so loud in here O.o. Regan joined up with [BAND] leaving the freeL all girls and... well me -.- Dyne is dying of laughter cuz now since its in Pink Mono, my avatar... is sooo ... pinkish O.o I wanna be in [NIGHTS] T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the days been passing pretty much the way it was before. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GAMES" target="_blank"&gt;Games&lt;/a&gt;, Sleep, Eat, Draw. Meh, its always this way once you hit this point of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox 20 - Bed Of Lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111570305577500243?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111570305577500243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111570305577500243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111570305577500243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111570305577500243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/pink-mono.html' title='Pink Mono'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111494318429628176</id><published>2005-05-01T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:26:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Of May</title><content type='html'>- Rose Of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of May, the rose of May. Had the... would I say was weird, yet best dream yesterday night? If it ever meant anything at all, it meant alot to me. Maybe that's what I was missing all along. Managed to correct that troublesome part I had with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its May, song has more meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put as a romance ballad... perhaps its just 'cause its a rainy day. Well good break from the hot weather recently. Maybe its just me. I've been paying attention to more styles of drawing rather that just using blank faceart. You know those where you get a fellow with a hoodie and you only see his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've paid a little attention to this dream. So desperatly wanting it to happen? Yeah perhaps. Then again. This is me, this is what I am, not what I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Rose Of May (FFIX Cover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111494318429628176?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111494318429628176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111494318429628176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111494318429628176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111494318429628176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/05/rose-of-may.html' title='Rose Of May'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111456852067569395</id><published>2005-04-27T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:22:00.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Radical Dreamers</title><content type='html'>-Radical Dreamers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I was just thinking about the storyline of the chrono series last night and I ended up sleeping at 5am or something... if I even slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tooi anata no sora ni, todoku you ni..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you did play this series, heres a couple of reasons I come out with. Basically at the end, Serge whacks on an anti-grav device and flies up to Terra Tower, there he claims the Chrono Cross and the Time Egg, with would allow him to fight the allmighty big ass lookin like crap boss, (which I killed in like...10 turns or something.) The bond between Schala and Lavos is broken, Schala is healed, and fuses with Kid,(heroine) I THINK. Time merged inbetween some time before this and thus Serge has absolutly no memory of anything that happened in the alternate world leaving him with Leeca(is that how you spell it?) his old girlfriend(at the start of the game) and a very wandering Kid looking for Serge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sagashi tzuzukete kitayo, namae sae shiranaikeredo, Tada hitotsu no omoi wo, anata ni tewatashitakute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lousy explaination. Its really hard to explain what's going on here, and I'm resorted to reading people's views of the ending. Come's close to what I theroised but still, what happened to Serge - Kid - Lecca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasunori Mitsuda - Radical Dreamers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111456852067569395?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111456852067569395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111456852067569395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111456852067569395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111456852067569395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/radical-dreamers.html' title='-Radical Dreamers'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111444399189890743</id><published>2005-04-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:46:31.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Hold on</title><content type='html'>-Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She Had A History Of Killing Herself, I had A Habit Of Dying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, another day passes. Sometimes I just wish things were a little different, after gaming for so many years, living in Singapore just seems so odd. I guess I'm just one of those people who have weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Think She Gave Me Something To Live For, I Guess I Helped Her To Pass Her Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little odd how little things like that means nowadays. I guess evolution just makes people worst, relativly speaking. Frankly I ain't perfect, definatly. Sounds a little crude but I guess thats what makes us humans. I was discussing with Janson about some random stuff in the chill out vent room, I guess he raised a few good points about how I was. Ever since running [NIGHTS] and leaving, I guess I've changed a ton more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Had A Vision Of Seeing Things Straight, She Had A Heart Of A Liar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Think We Were Just 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Hold On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111444399189890743?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111444399189890743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111444399189890743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111444399189890743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111444399189890743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/hold-on.html' title='-Hold on'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111435277159927853</id><published>2005-04-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:26:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ender Will Save Us All</title><content type='html'>-Ender Will Save Us All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Teck for correcting my rather horrible palm muting =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its Hard To Believe That I Would Let Myself Get So Wrapped Into You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayzor another song done. Ender Will Save Us All by Dashboard Confessional. Been hanging around these past few days, running around, getting some random stuff, serving, working, yeah, those days where nothing noticable happens. Funny you'd wonder, "What the heck did I do yesterday?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Need A Connection But You Seem To Push Me Far Away From You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a new song as well, so far came up with the chords and a good portion of the lyrics. Gonna finish it at my own pace, so, don't expect it too soon =X. Frankly speaking nothing much to talk about these days, my mind's been wandering alot recently. Perhaps it is time I focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Carole where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confesisonal - Ender Will Save Us All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111435277159927853?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111435277159927853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111435277159927853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111435277159927853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111435277159927853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/ender-will-save-us-all.html' title='Ender Will Save Us All'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111398817594784959</id><published>2005-04-20T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:09:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose Of May</title><content type='html'>-The Rose Of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt two new FFIX songs today, Jessica came over to the studio and I managed to persuade her to teach me =P. (Persude? Geez) It's the... Melodies Of Life and Rose Of May. Surprisingly, it was much easier to learn than I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my ftp site is now running =D. &lt;a href="ftp://juay.no-ip.org"&gt;ftp://juay.no-ip.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently serve Final Fantasy FMVs. So far I have the ending scene, hilda zidane and garnet scenes. Some bahamut and holy ones too. Just check it out yourself =P. Its all cool, finished the game in 2 days =P. Recorded the FMVs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima go practice those two songs again, catch me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy IX - Melodies Of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111398817594784959?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111398817594784959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111398817594784959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111398817594784959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111398817594784959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/rose-of-may.html' title='The Rose Of May'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111372812974639046</id><published>2005-04-17T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:55:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Fast, Seriously.</title><content type='html'>-Fast, Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 hours ago on ventrilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo man vern 'sup."&lt;br /&gt;"Just proposed to ma girl =X"&lt;br /&gt;"l337. nice goin m8" &lt;= me&lt;br /&gt;"haha, about time too anyway. hows alice doing anyway."&lt;=me&lt;br /&gt;"shock stuff, hey man i gtg for abit, brb in awhile."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah sure, go bounce on the bed eh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Zhang stfu."&lt;br /&gt;"Right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 hours later on ventrilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"enough bed bouncing vern?"&lt;= me&lt;br /&gt;"Yo man 'gratz heard about the proposal."&lt;br /&gt;"gratz"&lt;br /&gt;"haha we're official now."&lt;br /&gt;"wtf? j00 married in 7 hours?!"&lt;br /&gt;"crap, you can do that?"&lt;= me&lt;br /&gt;*slience*&lt;br /&gt;"uhm, no kid vern?"&lt;=kiara, the newly wed dude.&lt;br /&gt;"month o marraige's."&lt;br /&gt;"no kidding man."&lt;br /&gt;"wtf...7 hours?" &lt;=me&lt;br /&gt;"worst than renno on crack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;renno&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vern, i gotta hand it to you."&lt;br /&gt;"whirlwind romance. pshh."&lt;= me&lt;br /&gt;"tornado marraige."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah next thing you know you get a springfall of babies"&lt;br /&gt;"yes renno j00 horny bastard."&lt;br /&gt;"crap. this is kinda hard to digest."&lt;=me&lt;br /&gt;"well..."&lt;br /&gt;"well..."&lt;br /&gt;etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its hard to digest. Marrying a girl j00 proposed to 7 hours ago. Like. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Might Be Giants - Man It's So Loud In Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111372812974639046?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111372812974639046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111372812974639046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111372812974639046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111372812974639046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/fast-seriously.html' title='-Fast, Seriously.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111366079297226343</id><published>2005-04-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:13:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-If I Answered Your Question,Would That Solve Anything?</title><content type='html'>-If I Answered Your Question, Would That Solve Anything?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even giving the answers might not even help you. Imput is what you need. As I always say, your plan for you own moves are better than mine, you know what you can do, what you cannot. I only can tell you how to do it with what I think you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Saturday begins, with a lonely note. Sometimes that's the funny thing, you see the unexpected yet it still remains the unexpected. I certainly realised that problem's aren't always solved by being answered, that I knew a long time ago, does it take people ages to digest this... fact? Answers don't solve everything, so what if you had the answers, and maybe you did carry it out. A problem is never fully answered, so does a question never fully solved. I have answers, you don't. So what if I did? It would be better to solve it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's come and go, just like mine. What did I do? I hid. Yeah, I ran. Look at me now, even if I didn't run, it would still be the same. Would it not? It will take an eternity to see her again. Yeah so be it, its only an eternity. As quoted from Tiffany. "If I have 30seconds to live, what would you say to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its only dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Hates Jazz - Shattered Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111366079297226343?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111366079297226343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111366079297226343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111366079297226343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111366079297226343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-answered-your-questionwould-that.html' title='-If I Answered Your Question,Would That Solve Anything?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111357972583792388</id><published>2005-04-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:42:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run In The Rain, Only To See The Pain</title><content type='html'>-Run In The Rain, Only To See The Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thankfully it didn't rain or I'd go all the way to Adrain's house to rip/skin his balls. Either way his PC crashed when I was sending a raw 300+mb graphics file to him. I swear he's running on dialup. In addition to slowing down my downloads by 3/4 speed. *kicks Adrain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board duty today, ripped off another job, this one required human feature drawings. I have absolutly no experience whatsoever in drawing human features, the closest I've come to prolly looked allrite but still, I didn't draw the eyes. Background and items man, not too good at features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the storyboard for this episode runs off some guy running in the rain (starting), finds his old childhood friend (girl),  kissing some other random dude (haven't decided on who), blah blah, basically I'm working on the "pre-hero-enter-scene". I'd really like to work back on [NIGHTS] but what's done is done. Working on the rain frame. You guys know animations come from multiple still drawings...right? Basically I draw the base and they render it off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the story and some of the voice actors I kinda wondered. Why am I waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte - The Anthem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111357972583792388?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111357972583792388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111357972583792388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111357972583792388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111357972583792388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/run-in-rain-only-to-see-pain.html' title='Run In The Rain, Only To See The Pain'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111349140358107971</id><published>2005-04-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:10:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Grace Puts You In Pace</title><content type='html'>- A Little Grace Puts You In Pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Alex told me today. Those usual random comments made along the "chill out" channel on ventrilo. Technically thats the place people AFK. I assume he was talking to me cuz everyone else had (sleep) beside their avatars. I'm not allowed on the [NIGHTS] channel anymore -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaprently Alex went offline the instant he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little grace? Perhaps people nowadays move too fast to even care? Didn't pay much attention, was attempting to complete Xenogears as fast as I could to see the anime scenes =P. Completed Xenogears in 1 day and about half. p433r my l337 skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I interpreted it, I guess I have to wait for Alex to get back on to ask. Once again the random issue of money. Psh. On another note, Gary is going on with his marraige and its going to be on the 17th of May. Hot damn... far. Grabbed another job off the notice boards today, gonna work on it while my stuff downloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service - Against All Odds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111349140358107971?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111349140358107971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111349140358107971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111349140358107971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111349140358107971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-grace-puts-you-in-pace.html' title='A Little Grace Puts You In Pace'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111337580614114265</id><published>2005-04-13T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:03:56.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Green Eyes</title><content type='html'>- Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anybody tries to deny you must be out of their mind~."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another slow day moves along. Finally got my iso's moving. Also a new request piece came from my old team [NIGHTS], lol. One week upon my leave and I get work from you guys? *shakes fists* Incase anyone missed the last post, I've been booted out of [NIGHTS] by reshufflement and sent to the freelancing area. Basically if the job overloads the teams will put it on the notice board, then basically we just grab what we can do, and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet the spotlight shines upon you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a little about Lisa for a few nights now. Its an odd... thing. Look at it this way, if that fated crap was to be true, wouldn't I be able to change fate easily? I mean, look at it this way, I absolutly ignore ways to find her. Well, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey you are the sea, upon which I flow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beride that fate crap. I've been thinking about Lisa, I don't even know what's it about, that's what really scares me. I mean its just these random dreams about her. Thing is I only remember a few things. Like, some random pond, some random forest. Things like that. I mean between me and her, its been a good few years. All that's left now is a promise ring. Hope she still has mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that random crap, off to work and staring at my uber slow download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Green Eyes (Coldplay Cover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111337580614114265?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111337580614114265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111337580614114265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111337580614114265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111337580614114265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/green-eyes.html' title='-Green Eyes'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111331313311714154</id><published>2005-04-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:38:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Brightside</title><content type='html'>- Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again thank you Deon. /socialbow. Another execellent song I learnt, Mr Brightside by The Killers. Ironically after I started downloading for her Peter called me for the song of the week. Which is this l337 song in my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It started out with a kiss how did it end up like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back the song I did with Jason and Peter afew days ago. Kudos to Wai Tek for changing the stuff to proper formats. I did Coldplay's - Green Eyes, and man do I sound weird. I guess Tek took out the horrible laughing of Peter at the start thus the couple of seconds of silence. *shakes fist at Peter* We were just too lazy to do another take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't look its killing me and taking control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work on the new blog background now. Horrible to read off according to Jigibut. Also getting down to get certain stuffs. Team [NIGHTS] has gone through a little reshuffle and I'm no longer in the lead postition. Ryan has taken over, more commonly known as ipwnedyou. Exciting as it was, I'm now in freelance postition. In otherwards I'm no longer attached to [NIGHTS]. Sad to go guys, but it can't be helped. Guess I'm needed elsewhere. My part on this as the school term is starting and I'm not sure if I have the energy to take on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turning through sick lullaby, choking on your alibi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess thats about it, been busy after the reshuffling as I'm no longer doing team work pieces but single work now. I guess I'm used to going on vent and talking about the ends of the stars and the start of the day. Pssh, good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Mr. Brightside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111331313311714154?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111331313311714154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111331313311714154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111331313311714154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111331313311714154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/mr-brightside.html' title='Mr Brightside'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111278489941450549</id><published>2005-04-06T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:43:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it even about money?</title><content type='html'>- Was it even about money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think your parents would support you through everything. I guess Gary proved my point right, not all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary is the vice team leader of team VERTICAL. Like Kiara he's getting married recently, we all know Gary as a capable and well liked dude. Quiet but non the less a good prescence around. He made his mark with his quick ideas and capability of twisting the storyboard's story to make it more interesting. Well we all found him to have a lonely childhood though. I guess he grew some immense hatred for his parents. Like myself. Each for his very own reasons, I guess these are one of the times which really show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents refuse to loan his 20K for his house+ marriage. Ok, maybe if they were a little under the average payline, I would willingly lend him the 20K and let it on for a happy time. His father owns one hellofva huge company, I'm not putting names here. Relatively speaking lending his son 20K is more like a drip of water than a huge rip in my water tank. And so its up to the ethical and moronic Juay to loan him 20K. Think about it, its going to be RETURNED. Frankly speaking I wouldn't mind if he didn't return it to me, after all I can just treat it like a uber large ang pow for his wedding. I mean, how many times in life do you get to change someones life like that. Not plenty, that I assure you. Yeah 20K is huge, I agree, but still, Out of the entire team I'm the only one capable, since most of them are planning ahead for marraige and an apartment, wherelse I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRIEND over your very own FATHER. What the crap is this world coming to. Money hungry whores? Whatever happened to everything else? Today you see people STRUGGLING to live on. I guess I'm one of the luckier ones. Doesn't make me forget the way I was, or my little childhood. In my opinion. 1. horrible 2. constrained. 3.crap crap crap. Yeah I take things for granted now. I know it. Where was those little memories your supposed to have growing up. Frankly speaking. Close to nothing. Lisa. Friends. First gig. Moro-k9ners. [NIGHTS]. 17 years of... nothing? You actually call this a family? I'll hail you god if you don't become like me after 17 years of my life. Maybe you won't, maybe I'm bitter. Too bad, I'm me. Juay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I felt for Gary. Maybe its just payback for all the horrible years I had. Believe me, 20K out, 20K worth of happiness. I'll trade all my cash for that any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telepopmusik - Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111278489941450549?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111278489941450549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111278489941450549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111278489941450549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111278489941450549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/was-it-even-about-money.html' title='Was it even about money?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111260671215693324</id><published>2005-04-04T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:25:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold Distance</title><content type='html'>-The Cold Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream,&lt;br /&gt;of you flying away,&lt;br /&gt;cold shapes in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Why is the air thinning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said it today we were gonna meet again,&lt;br /&gt;never told where it would be,&lt;br /&gt;never told what time it would be,&lt;br /&gt;and so I waited by the tree,&lt;br /&gt;till the sun came down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there still would be tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and I have to speculate,&lt;br /&gt;why we were made into corresponding shapes,&lt;br /&gt;but here I am out here on several weeks of roads,&lt;br /&gt;looking for something or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;everything was perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;so here I am far from perfect,&lt;br /&gt;while the night eats me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow came today,&lt;br /&gt;the unprepared me wasted away.&lt;br /&gt;The weather seemed to agree with me,&lt;br /&gt;as I watched you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;only to make the cold distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie on my bed and held my head,&lt;br /&gt;maybe all these had no use,&lt;br /&gt;after all the years that had gone,&lt;br /&gt;that cold distance still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there still would be tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and I have to speculate,&lt;br /&gt;why we were made into corresponding shapes,&lt;br /&gt;but here I am out here on several weeks of roads,&lt;br /&gt;looking for something or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;everything was perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;so here I am far from perfect,&lt;br /&gt;while the night eats me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faded shades of white,&lt;br /&gt;Long stretches of roads.&lt;br /&gt;The path I choose,&lt;br /&gt;The cold distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little completed song I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - The Cold Distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111260671215693324?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111260671215693324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111260671215693324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111260671215693324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111260671215693324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold-distance.html' title='The Cold Distance'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111228034306306378</id><published>2005-03-31T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:45:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Alone? Nights.</title><content type='html'>-Fighting Alone? Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, ouch I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would have to flare at someone in my entire life. Apparently Julian got his ass into trouble by winking at some girl. 15 minutes later we find ourselves being banged by an equal number of people. Blasted noobs didn't know Julian was joking. Apparently the moronic boyfriend broke Julians nose and I swear he regretted that. Dan threw one straight into the losers face and he was a goner. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kicked in the back which is now incredibly sore although I managed two kicks into one guy and another punch into him before he backed off into a wall. Retard. Now my fist hurts too. I then decided to turn defensive and start dodging things =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently while being "defensive" I cracked another guys shin. Ouch, and me? An EXTREMELY sore arm from all that shitass blocking, two sprained fingers on my left hand and one terrible backache. Although when the police came it looked like we initiated the fight O.o: All of them were lying all over the place and at least all of us were standing. Pwned I say. Apparently Julian called them. God knows how with a broken nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for a girl. Evil. Morale of the story, never fight unless necessary. lol. Although its rather funny how a bunch of artists pounded them to bloody pulp. Ouch. Good Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Collins - Another Day In Paradise&lt;br /&gt;(A/N : Paradise my fanny ._.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111228034306306378?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111228034306306378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111228034306306378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111228034306306378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111228034306306378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/fighting-alone-nights.html' title='Fighting Alone? Nights.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111184953883358690</id><published>2005-03-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:05:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlit Night Reading</title><content type='html'>-Moonlit Night Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book at the balcony,( yes god damn rare since I stare at the screen 24/7). I was pretty absorbed until I realised it was 10p.m. Holy shit, I just read without turning on the lights? Yeah its a pretty bright night, no clouds, full moon, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's called The Equinox Of The Heart. Basically its about a guy who just rejoined collage for his second year. On his way back he dumps his annoying girlfriend two towns away from the collage. Then chances upon a girl with a flat tire. Geez cliche. The book talks about how our lil' hero, Sam, works his way around collage, from his dying parents to his dying flowers. 'kay basically its not about dying just the teenage heart thingimajig. Kinda hard to explain. I don't recommend you try the book unless your bloody bored or need some direction in life. Actually I don't find myself in either, more like... a romance novel thinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said it today we were gonna meet again,&lt;br /&gt;never told where it would be,&lt;br /&gt;never told what time it would be,&lt;br /&gt;and so I waited by the tree,&lt;br /&gt;till the sun came down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there still would be tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and I have to speculate,&lt;br /&gt;why we were made into corresponding shapes,&lt;br /&gt;but here I am out here on several weeks of roads,&lt;br /&gt;looking for something or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;everything was perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;so here I am far from perfect,&lt;br /&gt;while the night eats me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil' extract on a song I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moro-k9ners - The Night Eats Me Away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111184953883358690?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111184953883358690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111184953883358690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111184953883358690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111184953883358690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/moonlit-night-reading.html' title='Moonlit Night Reading'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111150467855146898</id><published>2005-03-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:20:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move On?</title><content type='html'>-Move On?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda triggered this thought when I found, it. I asked Nifty if you would go into battle even if you didn't know your opponent. He said no. I guess that's what makes us different. As he said, "If you're going to drop into hell, at LEAST get good intel while doing so." I know thats standard procedure, the fact is, I don't want to know the intel on this before going into battle. May I be crushed, at least I die knowing not die worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all it was a simple ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds dumb, but now I know why my heart never really left. Those childish promises you make, maybe they do have an effect. I found her promise ring. Yes du&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;ss Juay, NOW you find it. One of those promises you make to each other. Wonder if they ever came through. Simple it is, yes. Just a plain metal ring in a chain. Yet it kind of reminds me, what I waited for, what made me who I am today. Dumb Juay, just plain dumb. Logic tells me to move on, heart tells me to wait. True I misplaced mine over the years, must have sounded like a horribly desperate guy. The things we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Promise me you'll still be around when I'm gone. Promise me that you'll always have it with you. Promise me that this will never fail. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise? Seems like such a... distant thing to me. There I waited, fooling myself about other girls.&lt;br /&gt;Promise? There would be a time it would be broken. It just seems so me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise? It would never have mattered, the day I see you again, it'll be with me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise? Promises', promises' a ring and a chain brings. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet - Move On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111150467855146898?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111150467855146898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111150467855146898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111150467855146898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111150467855146898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/move-on.html' title='Move On?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111123010357637382</id><published>2005-03-19T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:01:43.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Dead Or Just Dreaming?</title><content type='html'>-Are  You Dead Or Just Dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird question to ask isn't it. I reckon Ryan was in lala land  on that one. While drawing halfway he just asked the entire channel "Are we dead or just dreaming?" It kinda startled everyone, since the channel showed everyone pressing the push-to-talk button but the channel was silent. Went on for about  6 seconds before Kiara replied. "What...The...Crap" Hellofva answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life going on as usual, late night grinding, at least panel requests have slowed down, giving us more free time to work on our own personal projects. I'm working on my own story now, the guys are thinking about getting a daily cartoon strip going on, I'm not sure about that. I guess working with people from all styles of drawing kind of inspired them. Apparently this one would be better, I remembered the last time we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MINT] Juay - Nights (Techno Mix)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111123010357637382?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111123010357637382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111123010357637382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111123010357637382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111123010357637382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/are-you-dead-or-just-dreaming.html' title='Are You Dead Or Just Dreaming?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111038431209128881</id><published>2005-03-10T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:05:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Lovers Go</title><content type='html'>- As Lovers Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is easy as lovers go, so don't complicate it by hesitating, and this is wonderful as loving goes, this is talior made what's the sense in waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of struck me as I sang this yesterday. What's the sense in waiting, but is it as easy as lovers go? Who's to say unless you do know, but when you do know, what's the point. Not as easy, not as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way of my mind says we live to die, the other says we live to love. I believed in living to die for a long time, I still do. Everything leads up to it, I see little sense in helping along the way. Which gets me thinking if I still kept this memories after I die, maybe into a new life. Definatly change me. As they always say, we all just become parts of each others memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your etched in my memory, but it's not you I love, it was you I used to love. So here I am loving that girl, and so will someone be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111038431209128881?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111038431209128881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111038431209128881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111038431209128881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111038431209128881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-lovers-go.html' title='As Lovers Go'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111018632292819300</id><published>2005-03-07T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:05:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Man</title><content type='html'>- The Running Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst night of team NIGHTS drawing coureer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0100] NIGHTS renno : We've been @ this damn thing for 13 hours man, wads the frigging problem with frame 01-56?&lt;br /&gt;[0101] NIGHTS kiara : Piss and moan I've got a wedding to plan even... lets just get this done shall we.&lt;br /&gt;[0101] NIGHTS juay : I need sleep, I swear...&lt;br /&gt;[0101] NIGHTS ipwnedyou: I don't think you're gonna get any today slorr, its only 8pm for half of us.&lt;br /&gt;[0102] NIGHTS ursala : lol&lt;br /&gt;[0102] NIGHTS kiara: lol&lt;br /&gt;[0102] NIGHTS juay: not funny, i'm gonna become a walking zombie soon.&lt;br /&gt;[0102] NIGHTS renno : which retard came up with The Running Man anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[0103] VERTICAL jason : i believe that retard is me...&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS juay: lololol&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS juay: Jason before i nuke u~ wtf is the problem with frame 01-56?&lt;br /&gt;[0103] VERTICAL jason : boss screw up. np.&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS kiara : ... wtf.&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS enny : ... aaa...&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS ipwnedyou : oh my fucking god! i spent 16 hours of my life doing nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS ipwnedyou : 13*&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS ursala : gg i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;0103 NIGHTS ursala has disconnected (sleep)&lt;br /&gt;0103 NIGHTS eriol has disconnected (Team Nights)&lt;br /&gt;[0103] NIGHTS juay : eriol was ALIVE?!&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS dan : yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS dan : he was working with me on 54-56&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS dan : __ this.&lt;br /&gt;0104 NIGHTS dan has disconnected (omfg)&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS juay : violent one as always.&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS renno : can't blame him... gg i'm gonna catch a movie with my gf.&lt;br /&gt;0104 NIGHTS renno has disconnected (movie)&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS kiara : juay clean up here, i need to attend to the wedding stuff, i tot emergency seh.&lt;br /&gt;0104 NIGHTS kiara has disconnected (wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;0104 NIGHTS ipwnedyou has quit&lt;br /&gt;[0104] NIGHTS enny : leaving now juay&lt;br /&gt;0104 NIGHTS enny has disconnected (out)&lt;br /&gt;[0105] NIGHTS juay : /check list&lt;br /&gt;[0105] Operator Zhang : Room 24-2 NIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Occupants : 1&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           - Juay&lt;br /&gt;[0105] NIGHTS juay : smart... come late leave early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111018632292819300?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111018632292819300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111018632292819300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111018632292819300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111018632292819300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/running-man.html' title='The Running Man'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-111002946108662049</id><published>2005-03-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:31:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Great Heights</title><content type='html'>- Such Great Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this after listening to the song. I remembered the outing to BK Hill, to look for that elusive flower to draw. At the top of the hill, it was 6:30pm or so, just enough light to see, Issac was there leaning against the tree and looking down into the city, Blake and was drawing the flower, Kiara was sitting down with his back against the tree, one leg stretched and one bent to his chest. Norton was shuffling around looking at Blake, Caine was there tracing his fingers on the grass, and I was with my hands in my pockets, looking at the sky. I didn't notice it then, but all of us were thinking of something, with the exception of Blake, who was busy. It was so, quiet. Yet at that point it wasnt odd to any of us. This song was playing, such great heights by The Postal Service. Then Issac finally said, such great heights. I think it hit us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ironic, all of us there, the song spoke of our problems... I think Norton got it first, cuz he said, " everything was perfect from far away." Slowly hit all of us, he was right. Everything was perfect, from far away. We all missed out the simple things in our problems, jumped straight into the complicated solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously not going to specify our problems. At least Kiara solved his. Congratulations on your marriage to Helen. Somehow we all knew... &lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad world, I stand from here, at such great heights. Looking for. You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service - Such Great Heights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-111002946108662049?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/111002946108662049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=111002946108662049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111002946108662049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/111002946108662049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/03/such-great-heights.html' title='Such Great Heights'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110948652651860105</id><published>2005-02-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:42:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>-Its Been A Long Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has. Since I last blogged here. Things have been happening down here, considering I've been working as well, doesn't really help out with the free time or my spare energy. Been doing some freelance art for awhile, the thing about freelance art, theres no datelines, unless of course the syndicate sets a specific job for you. Work without bounderies, its great, the pay is allright, just as long as I don't overspend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about the future as well, I'll probably get an apartment once I hit 19 or 20. Can't stand this house. Living by myself would be much easier than the nagging I get here. Not that I even listen, its annoying as those night mosquitos, hear 'em, can't bother to kill 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead my life down freelancing? Sounds good, but reality is harsh. I'm going to have to join full time. Considering how expensive life is in Singapore... heh. As long as I don't lead life like a certain Clarence Leow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah all those little plans you make. Wonder where Carol went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoru no uta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - Song of the Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110948652651860105?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110948652651860105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110948652651860105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110948652651860105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110948652651860105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110839234217387664</id><published>2005-02-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:45:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>-Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't bogged down by piling artwork enough I'd be out there looking around anyway. Thank you Carol for one of the most interesting valentine's I ever had. Thanks for the CCS tracks too ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day is over, just another day. I had a surprising visit from Ben, who was on his way to date and stopped by to chat, it had been awhile since he left Moro-K9ners. It was good to see him once again. Same ol' hair just a little longer, as tall as ever... I swear hes just like Derrick, overgrowth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day ain't anything too special, anyday could be valentine's day, it doesn't really matter. Ok maybe those sucker for details, but otherwise, I don't see anything too special. Everyday would be valentine's day in its very own special way. Oh well, I guess the sentiments would be better on a set date. If it wasn't already a good way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm left pondering about the years that pass me by, maybe it isn't just another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - You're The Only One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110839234217387664?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110839234217387664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110839234217387664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110839234217387664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110839234217387664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110796130976019510</id><published>2005-02-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:01:49.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change</title><content type='html'>-The Change&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever forget this but, its took a jigsaw puzzle to show me, and I, just can't believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a fanfic today, http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2193775/1/ that should be page one, if I'm mistaken head to www.fanfiction.net search under the Cardcaptor Sakura section for Royal Heights. This is one fanfic I'm compelled to read to the end, I've read many good ones, if you have time you should head over to fanfiction.net and read something that interests you, I spent 7 whole hours reading 14 chapters of that fanfic. Credits go to Little Wolf LOVER, little wolf is roughly translated from Syaoran's kanji name, or chinese name Xiao Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Change, did I see it coming? I did not. Thankfully I did not. I might have avioded it, very well making no change upon me, although I am dissapointed at myself for even forgetting something as important as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, as this has no importance to me whatsoever, happy new year, although I'm inclined not to add happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enya - May It Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110796130976019510?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110796130976019510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110796130976019510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110796130976019510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110796130976019510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/change.html' title='The Change'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110778704983363494</id><published>2005-02-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:42:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale</title><content type='html'>- Fairytale&lt;br /&gt;It really seemed like a fairytale. Honest. I didn't get any sleep last night, I think I really crapped up last night. Considering how wet my pillow was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I don't believe in destiny. I don't believe in fate. Our future is not decided from the beginning of our life. I won't let a stupid dream take away from me what I wanted most in this world." I won't, yeah, Juay you bloody liar. You won't, now looked what happened to you. A dream, a dream so real, so real it became reality. I couldn't wake up from reality and go back to the dream world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an entire night thinking, thinking of what? Nothing. You know what, I think I found the elusive nothing. I was just staring blankly at the ceiling, crying, crying over what? I didn't even know. Its just that ache, in your heart, your mind is numb, unable to register what you were crying for. I - didn't - know. For once, I... didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly a guy has to cry for a reason, it was probably all the thinking about Ashly, how all those years came back to me so quickly. It was scary that I had almost forgotten, forgotten what I had spent sleepless nights for 2 years thinking of. Now I know, I wasn't searching for answers to the world, I was searching answers to myself. In turn I found answers to the world, which misled me. Sad to say, I haven't answered much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of her when I was looking at the sky through the window. "Watching the world through the open night sky." The world? Perhaps not. I really wished the night wind would have carried my thoughts to her, that was what it started as, I was naive, I had hope, I had. Perhaps I gave up too easily, focusing on telling myself to think of other problems, but the base, was always, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped communicating after 3 months, I sent two letters but I never got a reply. I think she called once within the 3 months, but that was all I really got to hear her. Although I never regretted getting caught for talking that late in the night, nor when the bill came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a jigsaw puzzle to shatter me, I wonder what might happened if Valerie never mentioned about her jigsaw puzzle. Would I have continued the way I was headed? Or would I just have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never mentioned it to her in the letters nor on the phone. I couldn't bring myself to. I don't know what happened after 3 months. I have a feeling she's feeling rather happy now. If you are, then I will be. Its just like a fairytale, childhood friends, throw in a few embarrasing incidents, and happy ending, 'cept mine never ended, never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you'll never read this, 'cause I don't believe in fate or destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching you thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enya - Fairytale&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110778704983363494?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110778704983363494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110778704983363494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110778704983363494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110778704983363494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/fairytale.html' title='Fairytale'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110770342513315217</id><published>2005-02-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:23:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Turned Around, Looked My Way</title><content type='html'>- You Turned Around, Looked My Way&lt;br /&gt;To think I was always waiting for such a moment, yet for that breif moment, you turned around, looked my way, after all, the roads that lie ahead didn't seem too many. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Valerie brought up, about completing a 2000 peice jigsaw puzzle or something. It reminded me of my jigsaw puzzle 2 years ago. It was a 20000 piece puzzle, I spent 3 days working on it, sorting out, fastening it down, and one would think I didn't have the patience to do all that. Well, I'm a man of many faces. Anyway, the puzzle was a sailing boat in a night scenery. I was just tired that night, and decided to piece it up tomorrow. Next morning. It was gone. Yeah poof, just dissapeared. Searching high and low, nein. I asked my parents if they had seen it, they said they didn't even see me doing a puzzle. Maybe they didn't, I don't cross paths with them alot, nither do I want to. Well 2 years later. Today. I was just curious about it, heard a faint rustling behind me. MSN decided to break down on me at that very moment so I decided to check out the annoying rustling noise. It was this old NTUC bag, and in it. My framed picture.&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't freak out. I was glad to see it. Really. Something bugged the back of my head, why now? I mean. Unless my memory failed me, which it always does, I bought the puzzle to remember someone by, or at least I wanted to give it to someone to remember me by. I couldn't finish it in time. Which I regretted not remembering someone was about to leave my life for a long, long time. After staring at the picture awhile, I didn't know what came over me. I dismantled the puzzle, piece by piece. It took me a few hours, I was in this trance like thinge, until I finished, I realised it was 10:30pm. I found the puzzle at 7pm. I had been staring and undoing my work for 3 and a half hours without me noticing. Whats happening to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puzzle? I gave it to my neighbour, he was a little puzzled. Sorry for mentioning you here Heng but, I'm kinda screwed up on the feelings now. Well I doubt you read this anyway. He remembered what the purpose of the puzzle was for. He knew, he knew, I knew he liked puzzles but this would be an awkward situation for him. Nevertheless he said he would get to work on it when he has the time. He used to do plenty of puzzles, can see them framed in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he did ask to me why I never gave the puzzle. I didn't feel it until she left Heng... Makes me feel bad for all that 2 years, yes I admit it, I was desperatly seeking for love. I don't know why, its like a drug. Withdrawal and stuff. I know this is going to be tough and ... well just to put it I'm a freaking lowlife. These past 2 years, I didn't really love any of the girls I said those 3 words to. Maybe for that moment, but now thinking about it. I didn't. It was just a replacement for her after she left Singapore. I feel like a fucking lowlife now. Damn. However I did meet a girl quite recently, and yeah I'm sorta attracted to her. I wouldn't say I love her, 'cause I know its just going to be another of my fucking flings. Even if i did, I can't bring myself to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what Zheng told me on that day she was supposed to depart, "Go you fucking wuss, or you're going to regret this 2 years down the road." They say he has foresight, I say he's fucking good at it. Fucking wuss, you know that discription suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Ashly since I was 7, yeah I was young, she studied in the same school as me and eventually moved to another, she was my neighbour since I was born, or so they say. I can't exactly recall how we met, although Heng tells me he didn't remember us being on very good terms. I guess I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I actually fancied her. It wasn't really until the end of secondary 2 and the start of secondary 3. Hell I might have asked her during secondary 1 if Adeline didn't sweep me off my feet already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly did she mean to me? I don't really know. She was always talking and stuff, but whenever it came to just the two of us she'd be awfully quiet. I don't think I saw it then but I think it was more of something that I said. It didn't really hurt me until she was about to leave, when she told everyone. Well except me that is -.-X . It wasn't until 3 days before her departure that I saw her family clearing things out. Being the... the hell, "gentlemanly" me. I went over to help, only to find out that they were moving out. When I asked which was the new address, Australia. I think I suffered a heart seizure. It was her father who told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna split this damn fucking story of mine into two, and it took a jigsaw to remind me of what a monster I become. I better screw the fucking hell off before I breakdown infront of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I really wish I didn't have to see you go, didn't have to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110770342513315217?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110770342513315217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110770342513315217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110770342513315217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110770342513315217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-turned-around-looked-my-way.html' title='You Turned Around, Looked My Way'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110753264438375381</id><published>2005-02-05T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:57:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, The Everlasting Factor</title><content type='html'>- Time, The Everlasting Factor&lt;br /&gt;Where there is existence, there is time, where there is time, there will be regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, the everlasting factor, no matter what you do, time is always part of it. We could live without it, but then again without time there will be no challenge, when there is no challenge, people tend to slow down, and eventually stop. Just like time did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of history tells us what we could do to improve ourselves, lest I dwell in it, lessons learnt are for more intriguing. We learn something new every minute, every second. Those minor little things we don't notice, they don't necessarily stay in our memories, we forget and we learn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't learn lessons. I make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - Song Of Night&lt;br /&gt;                                       - Arigato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110753264438375381?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110753264438375381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110753264438375381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110753264438375381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110753264438375381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-everlasting-factor.html' title='Time, The Everlasting Factor'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110744007012580050</id><published>2005-02-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:14:30.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Tried, I Really Did.</title><content type='html'>- And I Tried, I Really Did.&lt;br /&gt;Try, why did I TRY. I should have either DONE it or LEAVE IT. Bah. As Yoda always said, do or do not, there is no try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its mysterious, when you try you never really get it done. I've given up now. What's the point in trying, I see the end, it doesn't look pretty, and yet try? Some say have patience, persevere and the end might just change. Sometimes you don't realise, no matter how had you try, it is already gone. Gone like the wind. Like those stars that dissapear every night, that ever changing sky. Not once was it ever the same, the stories which I told them, they come and go, bringing my story with them. To where? Perhaps to somewhere, somewhere and someone might hear them. Who knows. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the daily Song of Night practice by Cardcaptor Sakura. Perhaps someone might hear my story, through music? 'Cause words are just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - Song Of Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110744007012580050?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110744007012580050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110744007012580050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110744007012580050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110744007012580050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-i-tried-i-really-did.html' title='And I Tried, I Really Did.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110735516976579721</id><published>2005-02-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:39:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of Night</title><content type='html'>- Song Of The Night&lt;br /&gt;The song of the night, the one I play every night. Hey in effort to remember it, its a nice song. Its the one you hear on the site. Its simple but hey, I like it. I've been playing it every night for four to five years since I first heard it. Yes it came from the cardcaptor series many years ago. I've been learning it since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Song Of Night? Simply because Savour The Night spawned from that. I'm pretty sure the tune comes about when Sakura is around Syoran. Then again I might be wrong. Nevertheless, I wondered, those cheery "day" songs, I guess a night song should be a quiet one. If not a little sad. Don't get me wrong, the night is not just for being quiet or sad, its just my personal preference. Thus Savour The Night. Coming to think about it, whats so bad about the night, its dark, easy on the eyes, quiet, and cool. Well most of the time anyway. I guess thats probably why most of my entries come in at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another end of the day. Could that be you standing over there, no it's just my imagination, when the cloud passed the moon, you were gone, no matter how i tried to find you. Was it me, or was it the moon, or maybe it was never either of us, just... you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - Song of Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110735516976579721?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110735516976579721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110735516976579721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110735516976579721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110735516976579721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/song-of-night.html' title='Song Of Night'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110726926205960050</id><published>2005-02-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:41:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There You Were, Here I Was</title><content type='html'>- There You Were, Here I Was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... There she was, and here I am today. Its funny how life gives you the infinite possibility crap when it doesn't even happen. As Jigi says life has many possibilities, that is somewhat believable but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how people make friends. Same interests helped out, bored to death type o friendship. There's many ways to make friends I suppose, but I guess you lose most of them through time. Then leads it to me wondering how people get into relationships. Is it something special which happens between the two? Or is it just someone who relates to you better? Maybe its just first sight? Possibilities are far and few, these probably cover half of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah theres ways of doing things. There you were, here I was. The clouds have moved, the wind has gone. The white flowers around the path have bloomed. My dream is shining. My love is passing by, recalling my old fantasy, its still moving me to tears of joy. I'll tresure it in my memory. Even though its tomorrow, even though we've grown up, I'll remember everything you did here, I'll never forget even after I enter the wide world, I've become speechless, but I'll bravely say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Know The Secret To The Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - There you were, here I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110726926205960050?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110726926205960050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110726926205960050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110726926205960050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110726926205960050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-you-were-here-i-was.html' title='There You Were, Here I Was'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110718083739555781</id><published>2005-01-31T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:13:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>- Quote&lt;br /&gt;Corny, I couldn't come up with a title. The reason is pretty simple, its a quote from Boxun. Yes Mr Chen, although I'm not too sure if he made it, nevertheless I'm going to give him credit for it. "One night the moon said to me, if she makes you cry, why don't you leave her? I looked at the moon and said, moon, will you ever leave your sky." Simple words with a deep meaning. I'll leave the rest to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words I couldn't say, are spilling out into my hands. Whenever I turn the pages of my diary to my heart, I realised you were always there by my side. We met because of an unseen promise, please tell me the reason. You still remember the oath we swore that day, don't you? Let us paint a rainbow of hope to the very ends of the sky above. The miracle of loving, I'll let out the secret and run to you. Hurry, come here, feel the slight fever rising in my heart, you knew, didn't you? The continuation of the dream is singing a melody to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura - Tooiko No Machide&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/9520183-110718083739555781?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110718083739555781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110718083739555781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110718083739555781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110718083739555781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110708647679223660</id><published>2005-01-30T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:01:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CardCaptor Sakura</title><content type='html'>- CardCaptor Sakura&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why didnt they screen this in 2000 in singapore =.=X. I missed my favourite anime movie for 5 years?! Yeah Cardcaptor Sakura The Movie 2 : The Sacred Card. The series was my favourite anime even up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the movie wraps up the story from chapter 70 where Syoran leaves Sakura for H.K after expressing his feelings for her. (duh) The last Clow card (evil) "The Emptiness" was yet to be sealed. Sakura then bumps into Syoran while searching for the "mysterious" aura. Which if you watch, we all know its was supposed to be a setup by Tomoyo and Meiling. Basically, love story with a sweet ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you do want the movie, feel free to PM me. Its 692MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura The Movie 2 OST - Koko Nikite&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           - A shita e no Melody&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           - Arigato (Also searching for these mp3s, pm me if you can find them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110708647679223660?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110708647679223660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110708647679223660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110708647679223660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110708647679223660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/cardcaptor-sakura.html' title='CardCaptor Sakura'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110698585371090163</id><published>2005-01-29T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:04:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>- Beautiful Goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take another day, and slowly watch it burn, doesn't really matter how times go by, 'cuz I still remember you and I, and that beautiful goodbye. I don't really miss you, but I just want to know, did you ever think of you and I, and that beautiful goodbye. When I see you know, I wondered how could I have let you go, If I let you down, please forgive me now, for that beautiful goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever, but we always try. But I always wondered why I let you pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time actually came where it happened, yeah was trying to learn some new songs on the guitar when I came across beautiful goodbye by Amanda Marshall, it kinda made me think of myself. Nevertheless a good song to add to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the beautiful goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Marshall - Beautiful Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9520183-110698585371090163?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110698585371090163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110698585371090163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110698585371090163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110698585371090163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/beautiful-goodbye.html' title='Beautiful Goodbye?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110649424052485665</id><published>2005-01-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:30:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Destiny Crossed My Path</title><content type='html'>-When Destiny Crossed My Path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to you guys it may have crossed my path many times, I never know what destiny is, or will be, for I don't believe in it, nither do I search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why destiny? Steve was telling me about how my destiny lay ahead of me, and I was telling him how destiny didn't exsist, then something caught me. What is destiny anyway, the path laid by someone since birth? Seriously this can't be true, to not be able to choose is not to be able to be human, so what are we if we believe in destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking the conversation didn't matter to me, what did was why people regard destiny highly. If life laid a prelaid path, which means you never put any effort into anything and reap your rewards, which could happen no matter how hard you work, you'll still never make it, 'cause of destiny? That kind of defeats the purpose of life doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again maybe I'm just the one who needs convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Meyers - Kiss The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110649424052485665?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110649424052485665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110649424052485665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110649424052485665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110649424052485665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-destiny-crossed-my-path.html' title='When Destiny Crossed My Path'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110640699643108994</id><published>2005-01-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:16:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>- Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day, staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows in the dark. Oh no, I'm hearing voices telling me I shuold get some sleep, 'cause tomorrow might be good for something. Stay awhile and babe you might see, a different side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be, me. This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sleep will wash away all that loneliness, I left the pictures hanging on the walls, You'll be missed, if only I had a picture to remember you by, just trapped in my head, in my head. Thus so your trapped in my head, as they say, its always too late. Too late. I'd stay outside still the colds gone, but my body had a heart, it wouldn't be alone, but now. It is. It would be good to go again, but theres nothing out there to change me anymore, then I would give it all my, go. Just for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how I couldn't see it all, until you left, you've been here too few years, to take it all in a stride, there is still too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much time.&lt;br /&gt;Too much time left.&lt;br /&gt;Too much time passed.&lt;br /&gt;To let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox 20 - Unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110640699643108994?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110640699643108994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110640699643108994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110640699643108994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110640699643108994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110639249136683943</id><published>2005-01-22T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:14:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3095/640/rinoa%20squall%20sorc%20mem.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3095/320/rinoa%20squall%20sorc%20mem.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorceress Memorial, Squall &amp; Rinoa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110639249136683943?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110639249136683943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110639249136683943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110639249136683943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110639249136683943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorceress-memorial-squall.html' title=''/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110632304783076795</id><published>2005-01-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:57:27.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3095/640/rinoa%20and%20squall%20distracted.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/244/3095/320/rinoa%20and%20squall%20distracted.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balldance, when Squall first meets Rinoa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110632304783076795?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110632304783076795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110632304783076795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110632304783076795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110632304783076795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/balldance-when-squall-first-meets.html' title=''/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110632318122449547</id><published>2005-01-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:59:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flute Of Wind</title><content type='html'>- The Flute Of Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, ever seen one? If you stay up long enough to the night, you'll hear it, nothing supernatural, just the wind. Somehow the flute of wind is never heard by people who are, you might say, sastified with life. Emulate my lifestyle and perhaps, just perhaps you might hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things dont appear as they are in life, this world has many faces, more or less the ugly over the good, destiny and luck, I do not believe, everything in this world made choices by itself, as they say, for a human to be deprived of choice, is not being a human at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it doesn't matter anymore, for all you know, the wind might just be an illusion, I might just be an illusion, 'cause I'm totally out of point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats lonely for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy 8 - Breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110632318122449547?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110632318122449547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110632318122449547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110632318122449547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110632318122449547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/flute-of-wind.html' title='The Flute Of Wind'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110623588622745099</id><published>2005-01-20T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:47:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses And Wine</title><content type='html'>-Roses And Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather called, romance. Romance is.. an odd thing. Could change you, but I'd say for the worst. Nevertheless, one should never stop trying, for life does not have infinite possibilities, if romance is what you choose, romance it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not romantic. Period. I have absolutly no sense of it. The only way I do things such as these in a much more... carefree manner. Which isn't exactly very good but hey, thats one way to go. Romance to me means another story, another fable to tell, to hear, to watch. Its rather facinating how some people create such ways to... court the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses and wine, catch me with roses, yes. Wine? No I dont drink, but roses AND wine? Must have been an illusion, the only time romance ever was alive to me... well it never was. 'cept once... four years ago... but thats another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy 8 - Roses And Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110623588622745099?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110623588622745099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110623588622745099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110623588622745099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110623588622745099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/roses-and-wine.html' title='Roses And Wine'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110596622532628459</id><published>2005-01-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:50:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Wrong, No I Was Right</title><content type='html'>- I was wrong, no I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn there was somebody at home, yet it gave me the sight of the great unknown. I don't know where I'm going yet, but I'm sure getting there. I wore hearts for you, I was sharp, I was wrong, no I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bound, I am free, I was free, I am still free. I was dark, dark as night, the way I had always left myself be, like I always wanted to be, to leave myself to watch the sky, the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wished I was, I really did, its not been easy nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five For Fighting - Easy Tonight&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/9520183-110596622532628459?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110596622532628459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110596622532628459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110596622532628459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110596622532628459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-was-wrong-no-i-was-right.html' title='I Was Wrong, No I Was Right'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110545748832630269</id><published>2005-01-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:31:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>Precisely, what now? Time will pass, new challenges will come, but until then, what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we always plan ahead, goals to accomplish, things to do. For once in my entire life, I have no plans, I always had some, one, if not two. The worst part of it all is always time. You'd wonder where it all went, I wonder where it all is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the tasks presented to you in life isn't as straight-forward as it looks. Honestly, I see dead ends, as I said before, life does not have infinite possibilities. Now time to get back to work before I run behind my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Will I Find My Blue Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110545748832630269?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110545748832630269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110545748832630269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110545748832630269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110545748832630269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110520025700857613</id><published>2005-01-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:40:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dust Settles</title><content type='html'>Thus the dust settles, which eventually does, its just time that always gets in the way and stirs it again. Like now the dust may have settled but who knows, the wind might just blow right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more about fate and destiny. Why don't I put myself in either. Whoever the moron invented it, was just and illusionist trying to escape failure. Fate didn't ruin you, destiny didn't turn you into a millionair, the choices you make that made you where you are today, be proud of it, for YOU made the choice. Not some belief that doesn't even exsist. If you leave everything to fate and destiny, I'm afraid you're running on a rather broken bridge. Some people call me deviod of hope, the heck, I dont even put my things on hope, you dont hope, you either do it, or leave it. Don't just stand there like a squarking chicken and leave everything to handle itself. Imput is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me to say that beride being an atheist, I'm also a non believer of hope, luck, destiny or fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects - My Paper Heart&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; FT - My Paper Modem&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/9520183-110520025700857613?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110520025700857613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110520025700857613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110520025700857613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110520025700857613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/dust-settles.html' title='The Dust Settles'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110509691121420798</id><published>2005-01-07T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:21:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get a feeling I'm lost in 2004, maybe its the reluctance to accept the new. 2004 wasn't exactly memoriable, infact its the low point in my life. Of all times indeed, of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a quick jump for me the start of this year, much responsibilities being dumped on me, one might suspect I'm being set up. There was this little droning at the back of my head, it told me things which I then forget the next instant. Perhaps its lost in my past, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years resolution? Why would I need one? Because I have flaws? Who are you do judge? Why am I being judged in the first place? Change, change, is that all that matters to you? I've spent 16 years of my life moving with change, maybe I should stop to see the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again mixing tracks, you are welcome to sample them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 - Miracle Drug&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/9520183-110509691121420798?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110509691121420798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110509691121420798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110509691121420798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110509691121420798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/late.html' title='Late.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110483864277681050</id><published>2005-01-04T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:37:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005, Just Another Year To Pass</title><content type='html'>2005, 2005, "wow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez whats the big fuss about this 2005 thing, its just another year. Been a tough start for me, artwork load has gone up since the change of storyline plus I have been reinvited back into the reformed [MINT]  DJ team that disbanded late last year. I still carry the [MINT] Juay tag but might be changing to [MINT] Night. Anyone is welcome to sample my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm here to explain how my point of the world works.  2005, another year to grind. Seemed like yesterday that I was just in secondary 4. In a sense its a relief, in another regret. Yes, yes things have come to pass but as I mentioned before, I dwell in the past. 2005, guess I'll be moving on to the next phase in life, if that annoying beetle would stop irritating me. This year? No plans, grind through and see how it goes, of course theres the mini plans here and there but I havent really thought about it. Work really getting me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mint] Juay - Nights (Techno Mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110483864277681050?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110483864277681050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110483864277681050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110483864277681050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110483864277681050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-just-another-year-to-pass.html' title='2005, Just Another Year To Pass'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110442225576486086</id><published>2004-12-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:40:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>Yeah sometimes I feel that way, my place in this world is somewhere, then again nobody knows where I am, thus nowhere, but I think about things around the world, which makes be everywhere. Kind of odd, considering I never move from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do all my thinking at night, for one its quieter. Perhaps darkness calms me than light, weird.I guess when you can see lesser you get distracted lesser. Like the frog in the well, he was content with his sky and well, until someone came along and told him there was another world out there. The morale was that the world doesn't function in only your viewpoint. Why don't we look at the little frog, he was content, until someone told him about the world before he became displeased with his well. Morale? The grass IS NOT always greener on the other side. You just can't see the green on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Heaven Next Door - Look Up And Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110442225576486086?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110442225576486086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110442225576486086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110442225576486086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110442225576486086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-somewhere-nowhere-everywhere.html' title='I&apos;m Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110433496707955141</id><published>2004-12-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:42:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Sage Of The Shadows</title><content type='html'>The hell I've been given a name in SG beacuse of creeping around with the apperations. Lonely sage of the shadows, the hell the sage comes from is beyond me. Lonely probably comes from the one line answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, its been cold and 'tis good for me. Hey good change from Singapore you know. I'd prefer it if it stayed this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some hellofva nights thinking about it, I think I know what the dream meant. To say the least it isn't very good on me, but at least its the honest truth about what kind of person I am, or I think I am. My strengths are far but my weaknesses are plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Wonderwall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110433496707955141?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110433496707955141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110433496707955141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110433496707955141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110433496707955141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/lonely-sage-of-shadows.html' title='Lonely Sage Of The Shadows'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110424509169320834</id><published>2004-12-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:44:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I knew what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference, is what makes up people, how we distinguish ourselves from each other. Is that all there is to it? Difference is what makes us attracted or rejected by someone. Thats all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference makes war, difference makes peace, difference of our cultures, mindset, all these. Why am I talking about difference? I just realised the problem started there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I didn't have to go through all these, life has infinite possibilities.      B-u-l-l-s-h-i-t. I mean it, the problems I have faced, sometimes leaves me with little choices, in most cases one way to go. BUT, I am sastified with where I am, because I made those choices, and I will follow it to the end. I decide my life, not luck nor destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Jazz Club - The Difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110424509169320834?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110424509169320834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110424509169320834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110424509169320834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110424509169320834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110416215568625226</id><published>2004-12-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:42:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You There.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I suddenly remembered something from the dream, there was this person who's back was always to me. Everytime I walked over, someone else would call and I'd turn around, when I turned back, she was gone. Yes a she, unelss the guy kept long hair....damn my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did look like someone I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, time passed pretty fast today, distracted by the dream. Trying my utmost best to decipher it and go on with everyday things, very unsuccessful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I'd stop thinking so much. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Lonely Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110416215568625226?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110416215568625226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110416215568625226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110416215568625226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110416215568625226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-you-there.html' title='Hey You There.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110407328079767228</id><published>2004-12-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:04:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream, Dreams.</title><content type='html'>1. I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;2. It was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually ruled out 1 since I'm still sane and able to answer normal questions. I woke up in my dream. In my dream, I wasn't on my bed, as dreams go you only remember the important parts, and you bet I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was a horrible dream, I was watching myself do things... I seemed to be another person watching, and hell... if that was me I saw, I'm gonna have to think real hard... and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change for the better, it was creepy when I woke up in my bed. Just that feeling something wasn't right. I... was, actually took it rather well, since I didn't go insane. Oddly the only thing which why I believe it was real, was because at the last moment of the "dream", I was placing my handphone in the toilet, when I charged it beside my bed yesterday night. Went to the toilet, lo and behold. Handphone. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earghx, I need to think. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Dream of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy 8 - Ami (Also happens to be the site's song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110407328079767228?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110407328079767228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110407328079767228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110407328079767228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110407328079767228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/dream-dreams.html' title='Dream, Dreams.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110381284857033159</id><published>2004-12-23T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:40:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Continuation Of My Life.</title><content type='html'>No I'm not dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:No I'm not dying nither do I intend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its another cold day out here. Honestly I don't know anymore. What am I supposed to be doing now. What I am supposed to be doing tomorrow. What I will be a year down. The same old me? A better me? Worst off? This instance I can hardly tell like I could before. Which seeks the meaning of my life, what am I living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I live in the past? Or will the past teach me what to do in the future? Or will the future blind my past? So many roads, yet I see the dead ends. This whole thing has gotten me crazy, only sane enough to think, but not enough to forget. I choose not to forget, even if I did, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes on me for the guitar mastered. Finally a good song to my addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings affecting my direction of thinking, its there, I sense its presence, but I just cant put a finger on it. Is it sadness? Regret? You? I'm not even sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go ponder things over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night &lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juay - Eyes On Me (Guitar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110381284857033159?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110381284857033159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110381284857033159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110381284857033159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110381284857033159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-continuation-of-my-life.html' title='In Continuation Of My Life.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110371697756146385</id><published>2004-12-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:15:25.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes On You</title><content type='html'>If I haven't felt more helpless in my whole life. Its today. Guys aren't suppose to, but I honestly cried. It makes you wonder what became of me. What I was, and what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to push the world away, better not to know, better to go alone, than to be a memory lost somewhere. Somewhere. Someone give me a reason to count on someone, I see none. Why am I writing this then? Cause if you ever see this, your the few who do. I tried my hardest, no I'm uninteresting, make conversations on things which affected those lil I know, I tried caring, I tried to, its just not my forte. Maybe my heart is thawing now, I regret. I really did. Those things I said, those things I did, its too late now. Better to learn and not repeat? I live in the past readers. My brain rules over my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still fall for the trap, it doesnt matter to me anymore, I realise I'm sinking, I scramble out. I rather not bother, than be a memory burden to someone. Not worth the space. Tell me the one thing worthwhile I have done to any of you, I'll give you a 100 bucks, and you know what. Worthless I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you live your life as a lonely one. People reach in, people give up. I try my best, and still fail. I have a penchant for failure, I believe they call this people... "dreamers". I do believe dreams have much to say about you, your future, your misdoings, and what you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know? I had my eyes on you. Share with me your love if you have any, tears if your holding back, how can I let you know. I think I'm gonna cry again if I write on, maybe tomorrow. My childhood, my teens, all gone. What have I done? NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching with teary eyes the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye Wong - Final Fantasy 8 - Eyes On Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110371697756146385?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110371697756146385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110371697756146385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110371697756146385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110371697756146385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/eyes-on-you.html' title='Eyes On You'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110346571390222683</id><published>2004-12-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:16:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Anyone Home?</title><content type='html'>'tis getting lonely drawing I tell you, but I won't give up until I complete this, and this time, I'm gonna finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness that everyone becomes. I guess I've gotten used to it these few days, so this is what it feels like, what it feels like... Like I don't already know. Everyone on the teams getting worked up about christmas, the time of the year which only I work, whlist everyone goes to do "celebrating"activities of partying, no harm in celebrating, theres nothing for me to celebrate for, or with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it isn't me enjoying my privacy, its about me finding the right things to do at the right time, which unfortunatly does not come to me. Like I realised, but failed to accept till now. I'm still bent on believing theres not much out there for me to explore, lest it facinates me will be a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I ain't anti-social. Just don't have much to talk about. You ask I answer, there is no need for me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady Peace - Is Anyone Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110346571390222683?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110346571390222683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110346571390222683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110346571390222683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110346571390222683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-anyone-home.html' title='Is Anyone Home?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110338002011237880</id><published>2004-12-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:27:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz My World</title><content type='html'>Open ended stuff and soft tones. Yes I'm a jazz bassist too =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me why the younger generation aren't into this. The few people I know who like jazz. Its a dying trade. Really. R&amp;B and Rap just don't rub me in the right direction. Pretty much because jazz is slow music, or so some people think. Nah theres acid jazz, but that ain't my type. I'm in to dinner jazz ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bass the soft yet important instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing today, pretty much working around tabs. Days have become monotone, cold &amp; monotone to say the least. Completed 70% of the project I'm currently working on. PM me, careful not to get my alter ego on the line of that PM, I'm not always on my account. Anyway PM me if u want the somewhat completed picture =/ I assure you its of rather good quality (blatent advertistment for terragen - Get It Today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so another day passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - Sunday Mornings (Thanks Deon, never knew this song xD)&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/9520183-110338002011237880?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110338002011237880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110338002011237880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110338002011237880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110338002011237880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/jazz-my-world.html' title='Jazz My World'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110328911921814601</id><published>2004-12-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:13:02.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist</title><content type='html'>Heh... thats me allright. Incase you dont know what an atheist is, &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; . Those who know me well enough should know I am quite a complete atheist. The idea of what you believe in doesnt add up with me. No offense, personally I've got nothing, and its good to put your faith in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bloody cold days, and you know what? I like it. Don't know why don't want to know why. I swear you were in this room, I sure heard you sigh. Damn I'm losing track of myself. I won't be looking forward to returning, maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... was a, odd day. I don't remember what I did, but what I did definatly killed time. Then again... nevermind. One interesting thought occured to me, the more you forget, the more you remember the past things, the more you remember the past things, the more you forget them. Except some special moments, but then again your mind twists them to your &lt;strong&gt;desired &lt;/strong&gt;outcome of the situation, meaning even your memories lie. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well best I get back to practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110328911921814601?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110328911921814601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110328911921814601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110328911921814601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110328911921814601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/thoughts-of-dying-atheist.html' title='The Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110294203940740522</id><published>2004-12-13T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:09:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Swing Swing?</title><content type='html'>Swing swing swing indeed, cant you help me find a way to carry on again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah once again another day of bish and bam on the server. Hopefully it continues all well. Honestly I've lost track of time, "wasn't it friday?" kind of thing... since I do almost the same thing everyday. Hence to me its almost the same. Thus one loses track of time. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes life goes on. I'm dreaming of her, but whats the use if I don't try. Is there? Frankly speaking I don't really know anymore. Yes I wished I could and I would, but hell it seems so vacant, so distant that makes me think twice. Is this really it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short entry today. Don't wanna dwell too much on this topic. Swing swing swing from the tangles of, my heart is crashed by a former love. Can't you help me find a way to carry on again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects - Swing Swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110294203940740522?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110294203940740522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110294203940740522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110294203940740522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110294203940740522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/swing-swing-swing.html' title='Swing Swing Swing?'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110285606706979996</id><published>2004-12-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:55:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Steal My Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Steal? I thought it was stolen already =( . Long long ago friend. long long ago. What you see now is actually a product of failure. Heck I always was anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold days, yes cold days. I hate this. Clear night skies, walking number of stars. Yes they walk... well not really walk, argh. Nice nights poor days.Which actually makes me wonder what I'm doing here. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I know its not for me, its not too hard to see. Unless of course I steal someones sunshine too, which is a technical impossibility for me. Bet you would say that. :Þ&lt;br /&gt;Thus I have to be happy with what I have and move along. Hey a guys gotta try hasn't he =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitars sprawled over. This has been a messy day, and no I haven't fried my brains. L-A-T-E-R people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len - Steal My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110285606706979996?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110285606706979996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110285606706979996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110285606706979996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110285606706979996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-you-steal-my-sunshine.html' title='If You Steal My Sunshine'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110277295680500164</id><published>2004-12-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:50:00.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky, My Night Sky.</title><content type='html'>Why Savour the Night some people ask. Stn ... Std... damn u htat . xD. Heard of people being afraid of the night, heck its the best thing that ever happened to man. Easy on the eyes, cool to the touch, the slience might even be painful for you =) . If your afraid of the night, its just as easy as being afraid of the day. Just human nature, what you don't know you will be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut tut. Unstable Screen Team WOW server. Hopefully they stabalise it. JigiMu is up! =X Mondays To Fridays 8-9 AM to 8-9 PM uptime. Closed on weekends. =þ Lets see... now in Knight Online US open. Level 30 priest in 1 day. Jeezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky thoughts still remain with me. Running in circles really. Not the first time I'm stuck on a thought though. I'll make it through with time, whilst frying my brains. *prods brains rapidly with a stick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently practicing on Collective Soul's, The World I Know. I'd say I've mastered the song =) yayness. "Hope still lingers on. I drink myself of a newfound pity, sitting alone in New York City, and I don't know why. As I laugh at myself, as the years roll down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collective Soul - The World I Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110277295680500164?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110277295680500164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110277295680500164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110277295680500164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110277295680500164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/sky-my-night-sky.html' title='The Sky, My Night Sky.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110268926901553586</id><published>2004-12-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T22:34:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Crows? Shooting Crows.</title><content type='html'>"How much longer will it take to cure this, just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love, makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing about love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidently in love, heh. Counting Crows. Honestly, this really sounds familar... the second time round, and I'd still miss my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes same ol' went jogging this morning, band practice @ night. Hey its all in the life. Better than stoning really. We did some MUSE today but ended up talking about the next gig. Sheez. Still working my ass and fully certified and promoted panda =.= . Maybe if I get into a panda suit I won't need to paint the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, yes busy and going to be the rest of the month. Busy but boring. Like what the heck. Oh wells, sleep early wakey early. Ima hit the decks, and probably end of dreaming of my first love. Oh hell, regrets regrets. Shooting Crows... Counting Crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                         Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, come on, move a little closer, Come on, come on, I want to hear you whisper. Come on, Come on ,settle down inside my love."&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, come on, jump a little higher, come on, come on, if you feel a little lighter, come on, come on, we were once, upon a time in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting Crows - Accidently In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110268926901553586?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110268926901553586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110268926901553586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110268926901553586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110268926901553586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/counting-crows-shooting-crows.html' title='Counting Crows? Shooting Crows.'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110259131897795698</id><published>2004-12-09T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:38:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>The last song, was listening to it and hey, suits. This is our last song, out we go onto another phase in life. Time flies, you wish it flew then again you wish it would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead these 4 years with regret, deep ones shallow ones. Hey their all still regrets. Memories, yes its good. Never neglect them, don't wish to forget the past. I did, and I regretted. I really did. Heck, time to push the past and pull the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee boring months ahead. 4 months with heavy workload on one month only. Otherwise its pretty slacked. Honestly I don't see anything to keep company with. Hey I'll find a way somehow, I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see me smiling when I sing this song, for you and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Savour The Night&lt;br /&gt;                                          Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects - The Last Song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110259131897795698?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110259131897795698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110259131897795698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110259131897795698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110259131897795698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520183.post-110251774869210382</id><published>2004-12-08T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:52:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Winds</title><content type='html'>Just a continuation from my older blog, and yes nobody reads that one. Apparently I got banned for some misuse of site(?!) Who reads the damn EULA* anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old... Came from the prom went from the prom. The winds of change were there... happy and the sad. Hey ain't it all the same, what's life without challenges or setbacks, it'll be boring believe me =.=. What did I do? Kill time for a couple of hours looking around the prom population. Hey I wouldn't say it was bad, nither would I say it was good, can't have everything can you. Heck the commitee tried their best, thus I'd try my best to enjoy it myself. Cant say I did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual ol' stuff ... Games...Games...more Games. Damn at this rate I'm gonna become a korean power gamer. I swear those guys eat frozen chickens for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its just tag01 here so I wont write too much perhaps I'll import some old stuff for you guys to read. Enjoy the rest of your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       SavourTheNight&lt;br /&gt;                                          Watching the world thru the open night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal - Kiss From A Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9520183-110251774869210382?l=savourthenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/feeds/110251774869210382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9520183&amp;postID=110251774869210382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110251774869210382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9520183/posts/default/110251774869210382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savourthenight.blogspot.com/2004/12/cool-winds_08.html' title='Cool Winds'/><author><name>Juay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097520399292600017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nVKc8h02tTw/SCD4V0oGBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IMkkgq99mos/S220/Sheeps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
