<?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-19942704</id><updated>2011-09-27T16:38:46.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the[Artist]intheAmbulance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6184525119999542739</id><published>2009-05-05T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:38:39.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I hang out in the library to study during ssp, I somehow feel like I'm wasting time. Shizz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a computer so small, it could fit into my pocket. Then I could take it out and play games on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/05/37.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/05/s_37.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='169' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/19942704-6184525119999542739?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6184525119999542739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6184525119999542739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6184525119999542739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6184525119999542739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-library.html' title='In the library'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-586829567513702668</id><published>2009-05-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:42:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All this talk about what I should do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, stop telling me what I should do with my life. Advice or not, it's annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-586829567513702668?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/586829567513702668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=586829567513702668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/586829567513702668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/586829567513702668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-this-talk-about-what-i-should-do.html' title='All this talk about what I should do.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5448080470468639213</id><published>2009-01-07T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:46:31.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say goodbye to Keyboards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/videoplayer/flvplayer.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="file=http://www.theonion.com/content/xml/92328/video&amp;amp;debugging=true&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;image=http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/NO_KEYBOARD_article.jpg&amp;amp;bufferlength=3&amp;amp;embedded=true&amp;amp;title=Apple%20Introduces%20Revolutionary%20New%20Laptop%20With%20No%20Keyboard" height="600" width="680" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Never use a keyboard ever again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5448080470468639213?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5448080470468639213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5448080470468639213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5448080470468639213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5448080470468639213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-goodbye-to-keyboards.html' title='Say goodbye to Keyboards.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1260390905937697264</id><published>2009-01-05T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:59:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm clastic! I only want you to think I'm fantastic. I'll participate in what you believe, If you give me the attention!</title><content type='html'>The nights we spent together seemed endless,&lt;br /&gt;Never to think it would turn out like this.&lt;br /&gt;I said some things that were not true,&lt;br /&gt;Things that ended up hurting you.I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal,&lt;br /&gt;Did not know how much it would change the way we feel.&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you will be in someone else’s arms,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you happy and never do you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the things I did to you,&lt;br /&gt;Only wishing there was something I could do.&lt;br /&gt;But we are not together anymore, and it broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did it break, but it was torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;I should have never said the things I said,&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is think about you while lying in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t sleep or eat,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like cupid made my heart lose its beat.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will get that other chance,&lt;br /&gt;And feel like I’m in heaven sharing with you an endless dance.&lt;br /&gt;But I really do not believe that will come true,&lt;br /&gt;And that I will be stuck here feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the one person I cared for,&lt;br /&gt;The one person I could always adore.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t be that guy to make you smile anymore,&lt;br /&gt;So I’m saying goodbye to you as I shut this door.&lt;br /&gt;So this is my goodbye, I hope you have fun,&lt;br /&gt;Because everything we had is now completely done.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what I wanted to give you,&lt;br /&gt;But I could not do it…so someone will have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Goodbye... Long Hair.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1260390905937697264?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1260390905937697264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1260390905937697264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1260390905937697264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1260390905937697264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-clastic-i-only-want-you-to-think-im.html' title='I&apos;m clastic! I only want you to think I&apos;m fantastic. I&apos;ll participate in what you believe, If you give me the attention!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5518349404482208075</id><published>2009-01-03T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:34:05.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is a Green blog.</title><content type='html'>This is a Blog Challenge between bloggers &lt;a href="www.imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com"&gt;imperfectgrandeur&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thunderthoughts.livejournal.com"&gt;thunderthoughts&lt;/a&gt;. Whosoever has the blog with the most number of awesome and best ways that he or she uses daily to save the earth will win honour, pride, reputation and dignity. Readers please rate and compare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall list 11 to usher in the new year since 11 times 16 times 20 minus 1511 equates to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. When I get out of bed, I am careful not to step in any mounds of carbon so as to reduce my carbon footprint. (HAHA, get it! Shit, I'm hilarious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. After drinking any form of liquid from an aluminium can, I utilise my strengths, and weaknesses to dispose of it in a recycling bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. At the beach, I am careful to throw away my plastic bags in the rubbish bins available so I do not kill any dolphins or other less adorable sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. After using my computer, I switch off the power to the CPU &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; computer monitor after usage weekly so as to reduce my household's overall use of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. When I do my homework, I remind myself to use both sides of the page. In the event that each side is for a different subject, I would then put a note at the bottom to the teacher in charge, to alert them that they have to pass it to the next teacher when he/she is done. Saving time, effort and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Whenever I shop for groceries, while holding up hand with my palm facing her, I tell the cashier, 'Please, ma'am, transfer my groceries to a non-plastic bag as I am turning over a new eco-friendly leaf.' They usually smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. If I did smoke, I would blow the smoke at a 45-degree downward angle so that I diffuses slower into the air. Slowing down the rate at which the Earth would inevitably die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If noise pollution counts, I play my iTunes at a socially-acceptable level, slightly lower than a car engine starting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. When I use tissue paper, I crease it into 8 parts so as to maximise each piece's full potential. Most likely the reason why I prefer the ones which come pre-folded in the small packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. When I go to the supermarket, I only buy CFC-free items. Even though they're banned, you'll never know when the supermarket would want to clear their 20-year-old stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. When I breathe, I try not to breathe too hard, so as to not lower the oxygen content of the surrounding air. Global warming is very real and we shouldn't take chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys learn from this and start saving your own environment. Oh wait, that's mine too. See what I did? I made you think that it was really YOUR environment when in actual fact we share the same environment. Shocking? I thought so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5518349404482208075?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5518349404482208075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5518349404482208075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5518349404482208075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5518349404482208075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blog-is-green-blog.html' title='My blog is a Green blog.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-72950734641393737</id><published>2008-12-29T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:58:10.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz.</title><content type='html'>According to your age, list down the number of things that most people don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;And then tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;I took a very long time to do this&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everytime I go to my refrigerator to get water from the dispenser thing, I open my fridge door for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends all think I'm a very popular person who drinks and has sex everyday, but deep down inside, I just want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was in Primary 1, I used to take 5 dollars from Jonathan Yip everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was in Primary 1, I stole metal rulers from the book store to put dents on the classroom windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to think that I was the only living person on earth and everyone else were just robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to hate pickles, then I liked them, then I hated them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've been friends with my Sec 3 classmates for 3 years. (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before I learnt how to play guitar, I would air guitar to the opening of "Totally Spies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm a Pokemon Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. In Primary 4, I couldn't finish a Double Cheeseburger by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am very mature. (Oh wait, you guys probably know that already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like locking my doors and closing my windows for a good sing-a-long session with iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I had a previous blog that embarrassed me more than my earlier posts ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I love music, games, movies and TV serials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I ate a bowl of Waffle Crisp this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I ate a hotdog for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I ate Ba Chor Mee for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag 5 people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-72950734641393737?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/72950734641393737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=72950734641393737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/72950734641393737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/72950734641393737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz.html' title='Quiz.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-471781455614925504</id><published>2008-12-29T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:14:04.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/12/22/push-poster.jpg" width=680&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I realise just one push is required to change everything. I find my life quite redundant. All those times, before 'O' Levels, pushing three or four times. Or when my mom wanted to buy me a white shirt when I was 8 and I pushed at least 5 times for green. I guess I really thought that I needed to push a lot to change everything when in actual fact it only takes one push. I honestly look kinda dumb right now, pushing more than once. If I knew this a long time ago, I think I'd only push like a quarter of what I've been pushing this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-471781455614925504?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/471781455614925504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=471781455614925504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/471781455614925504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/471781455614925504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6152276104446715670</id><published>2008-12-28T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:32:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz about my love life.</title><content type='html'>No. of relationships I've been in: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of people I asked out: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of acceptors: N.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of rejectors: N.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of people who asked me out: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of people I accepted: N.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of people I rejected: N.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of Valentines' days I didn't spend single: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of Christmases I didn't spend single: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of birthdays I didn't spend single: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of non-celebrity crushes I've had: &lt;font color=red&gt;A Gazillion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6152276104446715670?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6152276104446715670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6152276104446715670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6152276104446715670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6152276104446715670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz-about-my-love-lifeno-of.html' title='Quiz about my love life.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-7977739553600300224</id><published>2008-12-27T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:29:52.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Christmas Post</title><content type='html'>Christmas was fun. I received gifts and met up with relatives. It was a very good experience. I got to experience gifts and meeting up with relatives. Good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-12/44228262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lido to watch Bedtime Stories with my family. Pretty cool hanging out with the folks. They're cool. My siblings are cool too. You'll know when you hang out with them. It's like hanging out with 4 cool people at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the show. Basically, the setting of the show kinda got me pretty excited watching it. I mean like conjuring up a metaphor for the things you want in real life. You get to have anything you want and increase your imagination capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well to test out this newly acquired magical ability, Adam Sandler's character wishes for a Ferrari and a 100 million dollars. I, for one, would wish for a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole plot was quite a let down though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good fall-back movie when Yes Man's sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the movie, however, was the most difficult part. I was unlucky to grab a seat with a four-year-old sitting diagonally behind me. At first, he was kicking my mom's seat. Then my mom went to make noise and so, &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; mom told him to stop it. Well, it worked. But then, all he did was turn his body so that his legs faced the back of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Adam Sandler regurgitated one of his trademark sexual innuendos, my head would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Imagine this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Sandler walks while hot girl pleads with him to stop including sexual innuendos in his script.&lt;br /&gt;Adam Sandler: Sexual Innuendo? You mean Sexual InYourEndo.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOM, my chair gets kicked (by an excited youngling who's just yesterday picked up dirty thoughts from his cousin he met over the Christmas season) so hard that my entire upper body flies forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-7977739553600300224?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/7977739553600300224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=7977739553600300224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7977739553600300224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7977739553600300224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-christmas-post.html' title='Post-Christmas Post'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8596563179544078387</id><published>2008-12-24T04:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:38:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooria</title><content type='html'>Just came back from this Christmas Concert down at Bukit Timah Shopping Centre. Pretty intense - there was applause and all that. After that, joined Austin, Nick and Conrad for some LAN gaming. Then spent quality time with Nick and Conrad discussing political views and other controversial topics. Just kidding, we were talking about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was quite an experience. Haha, being the accompanist for so many people kinda confused me at first. Also, it has made my fingers numb. I definitely would not want to hold anything for the next 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how after getting numbed by your dentist so that you may only drink porridge through a straw to satisfy your hunger, I should only be lifting stuff under 500g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't join some of the fellow Christmas Concert performers for some intense karaoke. To be honest, I've never actually been to a Karaoke Studio or however else you're actually supposed to phrase a sentence around the word 'Karaoke'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact #1: &lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Karaoke actually means 'Empty Orchestra'? Yeah, I got that off HIMYM Season ?, Episode ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact #2:&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that today's Christmas Eve? And that tomorrow is Christmas Day? Because the Eve of an event is a day before the actual event. Totally Radical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you readers who know me personally (Being optimistic about my blog's readership levels), be excited for the awesome gifts you should expect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't meet you before the end of the year, you won't get them. While stocks last! (I should really try to get a hang of this Present Exchange ritual)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8596563179544078387?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8596563179544078387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8596563179544078387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8596563179544078387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8596563179544078387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/glooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Glooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooria'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8651556894196561736</id><published>2008-12-21T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:29:14.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread in a Can</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you - my blog - would like to hear how it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I'm addressing my blog as an actual person. A little bird told me it was therapeutic. From now onwards, all posts shall be directed to my blog, whom I'd like to think, actually consciously reads it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start of with 'It was Great'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having some family quality time over there. The drive to and fro was spent reading Twilight - catch up on conformist readings. I got to buy T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a mix up at the immigrations checkpoint. The dude gave my brother's passport to another car. How it happened was a long story. Please don't hesitate to call me to find out how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the time in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in between sleeping and waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and brother played golf while my sister and I lazed on the beds in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly like going to different countries to check out what their supermarkets stock. In Malaysia, they stock chicken stock by the canister. Many things in Malaysia are also cheaper than the exact same products sold in Singapore. Fascinating. If only Malaysia was like a shopping centre. We could go over there for some everlasting 50%-off-shopping-sale and return home in under 20 minutes as opposed to currently taking around 2 hours to reach the nearest shopping centre in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sherilyn, Matt, Shaun, Yanlin and I guess Fiona for missing out on some intense outing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But in my heart I wasn't truly sorry, for they were playing pool - a pseudo-sport that hurts my back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8651556894196561736?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8651556894196561736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8651556894196561736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8651556894196561736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8651556894196561736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/bread-in-can.html' title='Bread in a Can'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1029966787251426984</id><published>2008-12-18T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:53:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Folk</title><content type='html'>I'm going over to Malaysia for the next 3 days so if you don't see any new posts, feel free to feel sad. Like your life just died a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put up a countdown just for you hardcore &lt;i&gt;imperfectgrandeurians&lt;/i&gt;. Yes I have named you - the readers - &lt;i&gt;imperfectgrandeurians&lt;/i&gt;. Doesn't it feel great just saying it? Yeah I know, it is intense, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys mean a lot to this blog. If you guys hadn't been reading the blog this often, the blog would be real sad. So sad, that it would lose its colour. (Pun intended). ((Referring to the fact my blog has no colour)). (((Excluding Pictures, Videos and Links))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;3 DAYS REMAINING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hit the refresh button enough times, you'll see the countdown magically.. counting down. Like I said it would. No, this has nothing to do with that counter below the archives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1029966787251426984?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1029966787251426984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1029966787251426984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1029966787251426984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1029966787251426984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/city-folk.html' title='City Folk'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4608504628605165947</id><published>2008-12-16T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:27:31.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Wall.</title><content type='html'>Okay, guys, you have to check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an article about a woman who has revealed that she's been married to the Berlin Wall for 29 years. Like seriously. That's just.... FACKING. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of walls, my stomach walls kinda hurt. I think it has something to do with the late-night McDonald's. Boy, those things sure pack a punch. A punch to my colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_2870071.html"&gt;Link to Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/51/ForbiddenKingdomPoster.jpg/405px-ForbiddenKingdomPoster.jpg" width="680"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad, if you're reading this. Apparently, this is the show we briefly watched at Adele's place. Seriously, how was I supposed to know that the Forbidden Kingdom is in English. It practically screams Mandarin. Oh yeah, and the white-haired witch which we thought was hot if she had black hair instead? Her name's Li Bingbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0508356/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; for pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Switches on torrent download*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="680" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yo4t8PeqJ6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yo4t8PeqJ6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="680" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This right here is the trailer for Dragonball: Evolution (aka Dragonball with guns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay at it's best, at it's really really really best, I'd put the production values of this film to be around... Xena: Warrior Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd watch it for the same reasons I agreed to watch DOA: Dead or Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4608504628605165947?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4608504628605165947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4608504628605165947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4608504628605165947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4608504628605165947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-wall.html' title='Super Wall.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1531985023668747767</id><published>2008-12-16T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:53:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Google Game.</title><content type='html'>You guys might be thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is it that Nathan stays at home everyday, but manages to stay so awesome and cool throughout the holidays?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer would be to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right kids! I'm going to be teaching you the wonders of virtual reality! How great it is to delve into a unique world of fantasy all from the comfort of your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Steps to living an awesome life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Go to &lt;a href='http://google.com'&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt; and type the keyword "games". You should see at least 1,100,000,000 results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Take note of the number of times the word 'Games' appears in the search results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. When you're done, at the bottom of the screen you should see an arrow with the word "Next" under it. Click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. By now, if you are indeed a normal person with normal attention span, you should realise the amount of fun you are having. Right you are, you are actually playing a game using google! The wonders of the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Everytime you've taken note of the word 'Games' a 100 times, YOU LEVEL UP!!! ZZZZZZOMMGGGGGGGGGGGAWWWDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be asking: 'To What end?' or, 'What is the purpose of this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would then reply, 'There is an end. But how long are you willing to fight against it? Your story depends on you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've finally decided that you can't take it anymore (i.e. Can't look at the word 'Games' without vomiting your lunch out), you shall post the level that you reached right before you 'died' onto the tagboard for the world to see. Your conquest is public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kickstart this, I died at level 54 (5400 'Games'). That's right, bitches, I own this game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1531985023668747767?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1531985023668747767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1531985023668747767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1531985023668747767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1531985023668747767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/google-game.html' title='The Google Game.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4567876208072623567</id><published>2008-12-14T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:23:34.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Meagre' is the word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;To be deficient in amount or quality.&lt;br /&gt;You fit the description - perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I knew you, it was all you were to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, HERE'S MY CHARACTER IN CABAL ONLINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/?action=view&amp;current=CabalVer44-081214-0106-0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/CabalVer44-081214-0106-0001.jpg" width='680' border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/?action=view&amp;current=CabalVer44-081214-0106-0000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/CabalVer44-081214-0106-0000.jpg" width="680" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a girl okay.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, and you know why I picked a girl? Not because I secretly like tricking guys into giving me free stuff in-game. BUT because seriously, the guy models look like they've been stuffing rats under their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Rats. Like their bodies are the muscles and their tails are the veins. Analogies are cool. Haha, their faces are distorted too. Like their eyebrows covered half their faces or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd honestly prefer to choose a character that won't make me cringe everytime I look at it. Frankly, my character's kinda hot. With swords and stuff. Shit, that's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future girlfriend had better carry swords around as well. That would be so hot and awesome, it'd be wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'hawesome'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4567876208072623567?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4567876208072623567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4567876208072623567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4567876208072623567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4567876208072623567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/stand.html' title='The Stand.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4882821510698753901</id><published>2008-12-13T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:01:59.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, I feel like watching an Anime.</title><content type='html'>Any Japanese TV series to recommend?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna study and I don't wanna do nothing, so I guess anime is my best bet to fulfilling that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's blog is arty. You should go read it &lt;a href="http://airbrain.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/12/11/dragonball-poster-goku.jpg" width='680'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sick. How does that guy look like goku anyway?&lt;br /&gt;If they wanna live actionise an anime they'd better do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the poster's wrong as well. It's like slanted. Maybe they wanted to do this arty slanted effect to make things look more intense. Not working though, I'm not buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like he's poking something with a stick while screaming. At best, he looks more like Naruto than anything else. Without yellow hair. And an orange jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4882821510698753901?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4882821510698753901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4882821510698753901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4882821510698753901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4882821510698753901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit-i-feel-like-watching-anime.html' title='Shit, I feel like watching an Anime.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2678704374737218040</id><published>2008-12-13T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:45:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents are Dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/parents-are-mean.png"&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/parents-are-mean.png' width='680'&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more similar comics, hit the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.explosm.net/comics/1486/'&gt;OMGKLIKDIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2678704374737218040?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2678704374737218040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2678704374737218040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2678704374737218040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2678704374737218040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/parents-are-dumb.html' title='Parents are Dumb.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6148566410264947727</id><published>2008-12-13T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:40:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Decided to Change the Skin Just a Bit.</title><content type='html'>HA. Seems that I couldn't keep to just having nothing but words on my blog. I guess some structure in the simplicity was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/10/31/health/31aging_graphic_lg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/10/31/health/31aging_graphic_lg.jpg' width='680'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Conrad, if you want to give people reasons for eating yogurt everyday then you should just show them this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6148566410264947727?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6148566410264947727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6148566410264947727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6148566410264947727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6148566410264947727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-decided-to-change-skin-just-bit.html' title='I&apos;ve Decided to Change the Skin Just a Bit.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8179356461011926256</id><published>2008-12-13T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:00:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Quiz.</title><content type='html'>While waiting for my skill level to train up in Cabal Online, I shall start this quiz thing in order to spice up my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, holidays make me play MMORPGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nathan&lt;br /&gt;2. Nathan Khoo&lt;br /&gt;3. Nathan Khoo Li Wei&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Nate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nate&lt;br /&gt;2. I Nate Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. I Nate You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;3. Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;(Assuming they are tangible objects)&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Face&lt;br /&gt;2. Interviews&lt;br /&gt;3. The small window of time right before you go on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. Computer&lt;br /&gt;2. Internet&lt;br /&gt;3. A Connection to the Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;1. T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. Spectacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. A Whole New World (Pokemon Johto) - PJ Lequerica&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Way with Words is Through Silence - A Day to Remember&lt;br /&gt;3. Fly Away - F.I.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths &amp; a lie, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;(Assuming they are meant to be things that no one knows)&lt;br /&gt;1. I Love Music&lt;br /&gt;2. I Love Playing Music&lt;br /&gt;3. I ate my plate for breakfast because I was too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make Up Stories&lt;br /&gt;2. Make Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Make Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Place My Hand on the Computer Mouse&lt;br /&gt;2. Drag it to the 'X' at the Top-Right hand corner of the Window&lt;br /&gt;3. Click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;br /&gt;(Assuming you mean making into a career path)&lt;br /&gt;1. Professional Lip-of-Female Taster&lt;br /&gt;2. Professional Hand-Model's Model&lt;br /&gt;3. Professional Stunt Guy's Stunt Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation to:&lt;br /&gt;1. New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tokyo (Pre-vacation to Japanese Classes)&lt;br /&gt;3. Anywhere but Third-World Countries. (No offence, but travelling to third-world countries can never be considered taking a vacation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Be the Leader of a group of people but not take responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;2. Other instances of getting credit but not doing the work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel to a Third-World Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. I Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. I suck at sports. (Yes, girls are still stereotypically associated with sucking at sports)&lt;br /&gt;3. I Secretly Like to Try Clothes that I'm interested in but not buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. I Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. I Like Computer Games (Boy-Nerd)&lt;br /&gt;3. I Love Smelling Flowers (Oh wait, wrong group. Girl column has no more space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, thinking hard is hard.&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, have you heard the song that goes boom-chak, boom-chak-boom, boom boom chak?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right, that's every facking reggae song. &lt;br /&gt;I Hate Reggae Music and other subgenre hybrids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8179356461011926256?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8179356461011926256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8179356461011926256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8179356461011926256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8179356461011926256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-quiz.html' title='I Have a Quiz.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4011328673918024264</id><published>2008-12-13T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:21:26.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Earth Stood Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://dvdplay.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/daytheearthstoodstillposter.jpg'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many Keanu Reeves' Close-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very enjoyable alien movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a remake I'd give credit to the director and film crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Primary School teacher said 'flim' instead of 'film'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was very funny and giggled girlishly everytime he mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly asked him questions that would inevitably lead him to saying that particular word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fackin' awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4011328673918024264?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4011328673918024264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4011328673918024264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4011328673918024264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4011328673918024264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-earth-stood-still.html' title='The Day the Earth Stood Still'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5535698795720045243</id><published>2008-12-13T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:12:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, totally.</title><content type='html'>Something impossible just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatsby's Moving Rubber just came along and drained my blog of all colour :( It's a total mystery and if you want to find out why, stay tuned for my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: Any reference to registered trademarks are unintentional. The author of this blog may or may not fulfill his claims.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5535698795720045243?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5535698795720045243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5535698795720045243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5535698795720045243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5535698795720045243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-totally.html' title='Sweet, totally.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3366562070746208936</id><published>2008-03-09T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:34:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band(AGE)</title><content type='html'>Redeeming the Riot won by playing noob songs that don't show any form of intricate musicianship and/or technicality. But they won anyway, which goes to show that they picked the right songs for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos and Pics up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3366562070746208936?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3366562070746208936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3366562070746208936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3366562070746208936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3366562070746208936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/03/bandage.html' title='Band(AGE)'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6461952598563348264</id><published>2008-02-25T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:18:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, like now, I just feel like typing the whole post onto the title itself. Yeah, I know, it's quite inspirational. My blog wasn't stagnant.</title><content type='html'>It was... brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6461952598563348264?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6461952598563348264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6461952598563348264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6461952598563348264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6461952598563348264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-like-now-i-just-feel-like.html' title='Sometimes, like now, I just feel like typing the whole post onto the title itself. Yeah, I know, it&apos;s quite inspirational. My blog wasn&apos;t stagnant.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3459635301051575708</id><published>2007-12-08T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:07:36.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;Vietnam.&lt;/font&gt; back on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Message everyone because I don't have a thousand messages free unlike others around me. Changi Airport has free internet so I might as well use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3459635301051575708?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3459635301051575708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3459635301051575708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3459635301051575708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3459635301051575708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/12/sky.html' title='The Sky'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8860748694158183217</id><published>2007-12-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:06:43.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob and Bonnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://cgi.cnet.de/teleschau/i/200539/200539_158545_1_012.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie and Bobby made their way to the bar&lt;br /&gt;they didn't know of each other but they weren't very far&lt;br /&gt;from both having some drinks and eyes meeting over the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;she said, "Hey boy can you play me a song?"&lt;br /&gt;and so he put in a quarter and he went right along&lt;br /&gt;she said, "How could you know Blackbird was just what I wanted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="320" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5CblJXYwBXYuVmdlxWZyVGdmFmL3d3d/Bob%2520and%2520Bonnie%2520-%2520Houston%2520Calls.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8860748694158183217?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8860748694158183217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8860748694158183217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8860748694158183217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8860748694158183217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/12/bob-and-bonnie.html' title='Bob and Bonnie'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-195242764800514752</id><published>2007-11-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:36:43.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games meant for motion-sensing fun</title><content type='html'>I'm two hours away from buying either one of the three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Metroid Prime 3, Super Paper Mario, or the Legend of Zelda&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/75/Metroid_Prime_3_Packaging.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes daily viewers, I'm being made to actually buy my video games.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not gonna go on and on about some mindless game that none of my blog viewers want to read. But I'm gonna tell you pre-impressions of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, pre-impressions.&lt;br /&gt;They're like impressions, only that I've never actually played the game so it's not worthy of being called an impression. Just a pre-impression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for 'pre-impressions'. It's being overshadowed by it's less-lettered counterpart, 'impressions'. I wish people would do more pre-impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for these 3 games.&lt;br /&gt;I feel they are the games that are actually worth forking money over to Nintendo. At least in these three games, the developers aren't really mega generic. Unlike &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clive_Barker%27s_Jericho"&gt;Clive Barker's Jericho&lt;/a&gt;, where the level designers are so incredibly un-creative that I think they might have been strapped in front of the TV watching &lt;font color=white&gt;Imagination Station&lt;/font&gt; on the &lt;font color=white&gt;Eureka! channel&lt;/font&gt; then having some mindless bodyguard bonking their heads with a stick of Frozen Stupid; Nintendo Designers are at least cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/89/Clbrkjerichocov11.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the level designers for &lt;font color=white&gt;the Jericho game&lt;/font&gt; should take a hint from Nintendo people. There are no &lt;font color=white&gt;holy-shit-that's-cool-i-never-would've-thought-about-it moments&lt;/font&gt;; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clive_Barker%27s_Jericho"&gt;Clive Barker's Jericho&lt;/a&gt; you have &lt;font color=white&gt;holy-shit-that's-frikkin'-stupid-i-never-would've-thought-about-it moments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/Super_Paper_Mario_cover.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though all the Nintendo games up there still have "I don't wanna live anymore, here's my weak spot, shoot it" boss battles. But I mean those things happen in almost every game, so, I think I can overlook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to people who bought &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clive_Barker%27s_Jericho"&gt;Clive Barker's Jericho&lt;/a&gt;, I hope you enjoy your neo-zombie-killing game in the form of sci-fi stuff with main team characters being of every sex and race that all they need is a handicapped dude with a gun to fulfill political correctness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Nintendo games instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-195242764800514752?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/195242764800514752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=195242764800514752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/195242764800514752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/195242764800514752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/games-meant-for-motion-sensing-fun.html' title='Games meant for motion-sensing fun'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8023085608061684683</id><published>2007-11-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:04:45.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Octaves Higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1vVnoSRR78&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1vVnoSRR78&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that's insane right. I'm sorry you guys had to see it. If the teaser trailer's not enough reason for you &lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;NOT&lt;/font&gt; to see the movie, you should check out the new trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+2&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809847896/video/4903091/standardformat/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough? Let me give you another &lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;5 BIG ASS REASONS&lt;/font&gt; why you shouldn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;#1&lt;/font&gt; The chipmunks are almost ALWAYS naked. I mean for animals it'll be okay but then again, they're constantly portrayed as being bisexual. Up till now, I'm still not convinced of their sexuality even if the Red-shirted Chipmunk's name is Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;#2&lt;/font&gt; The chipmunks' voices have gone up &lt;b&gt;FIVE FRIKKIN' ASS OCTAVES HIGHER&lt;/b&gt;. It was okay when I was 5 and imitating the voices was kinda cute. But now it's just over the point of &lt;font color=white&gt;Unbearable&lt;/font&gt;. Your ears would droop, turn black and decompose during the movie. Once outside of the theatre, you'll have shrivelled-up holes at the side of your head. I don't think the ladies will go for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;#3&lt;/font&gt; According to descriptions of each chipmunk I'm given in the trailer, Alvin is a flamboyantly seductive hula hooper, Simon has a servant fetish, and Theodore is a nocturnal frotteur. I pray for the kids who watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;#4&lt;/font&gt; The chipmunk ate frikkin' shit. Why? I'm not very sure, but it was probably because of that bet with the servant chipmunk, perhaps now it has servant AND faeces fetishes. Fart jokes = bad movie. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;#5&lt;/font&gt; I don't like cartoon spin-offs. I don't like squirrels, in cartoon form, with high squeaky voices. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to my history teacher. I'm supposed to address both sides of the discussion so, I have one reason why you should watch Alvin &amp; the Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because &lt;font color=white&gt;Jason Lee&lt;/font&gt;, the lead actor for &lt;font color=white&gt;My name is Earl&lt;/font&gt; is the lead actor this... sitcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/get_highh"&gt;Kyra&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8023085608061684683?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8023085608061684683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8023085608061684683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8023085608061684683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8023085608061684683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-octaves-higher.html' title='5 Octaves Higher'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-184798062550634728</id><published>2007-11-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:34:59.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Chemistry MCQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make me promises, girl, the kind I know you can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm losing my mind, I hope you're home finding sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But you and I both know that that's not the case&lt;br /&gt;because the look on your face gives all your secrets away. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.merchdirect.net/x/detail_image.php?imageid=14953"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, it's more music. This time, it's been sitting in my iTunes for a long time before I've found its goodness. Song's called &lt;font color=white&gt;One Hundred Times&lt;/font&gt; by &lt;font color=white&gt;Hit the Lights&lt;/font&gt;. Go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing &lt;font color=white&gt;FIFA 08&lt;/font&gt; with my brother recently. I find it's rather amusing but sooner or later, I'm gonna have to find something else to own my brother in. Maybe when I get a my Wii (that's modded), I'll find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/11/09/alba-the-eye-poster.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at iwatchstuff decided that they could pretty much guess what was going on behind the scenes in the Making of the Poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;"All right, well, obviously we'll show an eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo! That's good--like the title. I like it. Since it's Jessica Alba's eye, though, it isn't really that scary. Just a beautiful woman's eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right... Well, how about if we make the skin deathly anemic, like the ghosts in The Grudge and every other Asian horror movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's pretty good. Speaking of The Grudge, though, now it looks just like the poster to The Grudge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, we'll make some fingers coming out of the eye then. That's scary, right? No one wants fingers coming out of their eye. Yuck! It would be gross and terrifying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I think the fingers coming out should be all covered in mud and chipped fingernails and dirt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit, Larry, you had to make me shit myself!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and lastly, some weird people want me to advertise their online Flea Market site. &lt;a href="http://buymenowxzxzxz.livejournal.com"&gt;http://buymenowxzxzxz.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-184798062550634728?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/184798062550634728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=184798062550634728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/184798062550634728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/184798062550634728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrows-chemistry-mcq.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Chemistry MCQ'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2736633342065366779</id><published>2007-11-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:57:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spent a lot of money on random stuff, okay not really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;Stardust&lt;/font&gt; was kinda awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven't watched &lt;font color=white&gt;The Bee Movie&lt;/font&gt; yet, (Stardust has bigger font than The Bee Movie representing greater 5-star-dome) I feel that Stardust is definitely better than a movie about a talking bee that kinda looks like a guy who overdid the warning colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediagasm.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/stardustposter.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you what Stardust was about unlike &lt;a href="http://paul-ooi.blogspot.com"&gt;Paul Ooi&lt;/a&gt; but I'll just tell you it's a coolio movie that everyone should watch. Even those who cringe at the pronounciation of &lt;font color=white&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/font&gt; or &lt;font color=white&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/font&gt; or some other Fantasy Novel movie spin-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was the first fantasy movie that had Romance, Folklore characters and humour all mixed together vigorously till it made some sort of home-made Protein Shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my birthday money, I spent the first 50 dollars on a PC game controller, Memory Card reader, extra earphone ear-tips, a Tri-wing screwdriver, an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atreyu_%28band%29"&gt;Atreyu&lt;/a&gt; CD, movie tickets, McDonald's home delivery, and some sweet, salted Chicken from Tangs Basement where they sell all the random Home Appliances like some sort of TV innovation channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://reviews.cnet.com/i/blog2/20060914/Wii_main_0909-1158254665367-440_330.jpg"  width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? It's the 4th time I've posted a picture of the Nintendo Wii. This time is to hope that an experienced console modder might notice and help me in my painful predicament of &lt;s&gt;modding&lt;/s&gt; the Wii. Fine whatever, then at least anyone with high experience in wielding a Soldering Iron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;Rightfully&lt;/font&gt; I shouldn't be talking about 'O' Level reflections since the MCQs have yet to come, but, I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glass Half-Full&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I'll get 6 points, go to ACJC, go to NUS, graduate with some weird degree, get a generic office job at a medium-sized company, decide that life isn't all that fun, open up a Chicken Rice stall in hopes life would be more appealing, slip on chicken skin and acquire a Head Concussion, get into a coma with a beautiful wife by my side who never approved of the Chicken Rice stall, and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glass Half-Empty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I'll get 21 points, go to a nearby Polytechnic in a generic 21 pointer course, flunk the shit out of the course, become a Road Sweeper in Orchard Road, &lt;font color=white&gt;get picked by a modelling agency for having a handsome face or get handpicked by a passing scout for having extraordinary Musical Abilities&lt;/font&gt;, earn my first Million dollars by 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way it's a good life, I don't think I'll be worried too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2736633342065366779?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2736633342065366779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2736633342065366779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2736633342065366779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2736633342065366779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-spent-lot-of-money-on-random-stuff.html' title='I spent a lot of money on random stuff, okay not really.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4737082018303755967</id><published>2007-11-08T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:21:18.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platformers kinda suck, but now they don't</title><content type='html'>I'm sure people who have played at least one game in their life know what a Platformer is. I know you'd be like, &lt;i&gt;"HUH?! But I seriously have no idea what it is!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, this the kind of game where you control a character and jump here jump there and collect items and kill bad guys. Super Mario, Donkey Kong, Crash Bandicoot. Yeah those kinda games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now I've always thought they suck balls. Seriously, you run and jump and stomp on enemies and collect fruits or coins or whatever random items. Stupidest genre of games ever, if you'd ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT NOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, a new platforming game is here. Yeah the guy in the moustache is back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;Super Mario Galaxy&lt;/font&gt; is the best platforming game I've seen. (See I haven't actually played the game yet, but I'm actually excited about playing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"  codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="gtembed" width="350" height="392"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=27584"/&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=27584" swLiveConnect="true" name="gtembed" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game has a Metacritic score of 96/100.&lt;br /&gt;Metacritic is this place where they take the average of all scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, shit man this game is so damn cool, there's like this super cool gravity shit and you run around in spherical envionments and it's just like super cool and shit. DAMMIT, I need to play it like now. Stupid Bio and Chem MCQs are just full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've posted this in one of my previous posts but I still gotta post it again. &lt;font color=white&gt;Super Mario Galaxy&lt;/font&gt; has an orchestratic soundtrack. Yeah with the violins and blowing instruments and recorders and electric guitars and xylophones; yeah that orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQ6CB5GhQ-k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQ6CB5GhQ-k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51u9F28-8xL.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, onto music, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayday_parade"&gt;Mayday Parade's&lt;/a&gt; the new Artist of the Week. &lt;font color=white&gt;Not&lt;/font&gt; the MTV's Artist of the Week but Nathan's Artist of the Week. Yeah, check it out. &lt;font color=white&gt;I couldn't find a studio acoustic streaming so I got this live version&lt;/font&gt;. Ask me for the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHxApBsMewY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHxApBsMewY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4737082018303755967?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4737082018303755967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4737082018303755967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4737082018303755967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4737082018303755967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/platformers-kinda-suck-but-now-they.html' title='Platformers kinda suck, but now they don&apos;t'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-325629406989059142</id><published>2007-11-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T03:05:23.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey look! This guy can blink like Anti-Mage!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm on the Movie trailer blogging spree.&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many supernatural Movies with Morpheus-like seniority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah click here to see the first supernatural movie trailer blog post. It be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size='+2'&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-just-thinking-about-matrix.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this new movie's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jumper_%28film%29"&gt;Jumper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Coming out right after Valentines' Day next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/jumperpostersmall.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it's kinda funny how all these movies are novel adaptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3T0R20HK_QU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3T0R20HK_QU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the analysis from the beginning. (Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3T0R20HK_QU"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt; if the Embed video doesn't load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:05&lt;/font&gt; We see Hayden sitting on this couch watching TV. That must be what the show is about. HOLY SHIT, I WATCH TEEVEE TOO! I think I'm falling in love with this show already, it's so easily-relateable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:10&lt;/font&gt; There's this mega-cut in the trailer and Hayden moved to another position in the couch. He can't have teleported because teleporting's totally impossible and just stupid in such short distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive it since he flipped the channel to Family Guy. That show's full of off-topic jokes. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:15&lt;/font&gt; Woah shit, this time it must be teleporting. Either that or they're using Windows Movie Maker to edit the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:23&lt;/font&gt; The doorman doesn't think he needs an umbrella. Hayden, for some reason, thinks he does. Perhaps teleportation powers give him Weather Forecasting insights too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:30&lt;/font&gt; Oh I see. I guess the doorman didn't think Hayden would be standing dramatically atop the Big Ben in the rain, did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:45&lt;/font&gt; Hayden has a life others only dream of, or so the Narrator narrates. He could've been part of a Subaru commercial or one of them 4WDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;0:50&lt;/font&gt; Some weirdo guy drives through Hayden implying he has teleportation powers as well. They drive around looking for more teleporting &lt;s&gt;fags&lt;/s&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;1:05&lt;/font&gt; Narrator narrates, "Freedom comes with a price". I'm thinking that price is apparently a hot girlfriend who nags about his teleporting gay orgies. Damn, I'd exchange my life for a teleporting life even with the hot girl bundle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;1:25&lt;/font&gt; Hey look! It's Morgan Freeman! Uh oh, he's got special sticks and chains that catch gay teleporting dudes. Watch out, lil' teleporting buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;2:10&lt;/font&gt; Action sequences involve teleporting, sticks, chains, buses, trucks, desert, hot girlfriend, running. Sounds to me like a Michael Bay-ed movie, with gay orgies with a lil' bit of estrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;2:12&lt;/font&gt; Haha, they've just showed the L33T spelling of jumper. Now I can use it, proudly, to SMS yong-kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, cool movie, looks like two movies I'm waiting for next year! Good thing they're not made by MTV. They screw up Sci-fis so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-325629406989059142?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/325629406989059142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=325629406989059142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/325629406989059142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/325629406989059142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-look-this-guy-can-blink-like-anti.html' title='Hey look! This guy can blink like Anti-Mage!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2792387236261675487</id><published>2007-11-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:56:27.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zubbles: Bubbles that are more... Zubbly</title><content type='html'>After that &lt;a href="http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-is-black.html"&gt;Post about Black stuff&lt;/a&gt;, I didn't feel like posting anything anymore. Too bad I suddenly felt like it, yet again. Too many posts kinda make you dizzy, but it's okay. It's so you readers come to my blog instead of &lt;a href="http://paul-ooi.blogspot.com"&gt;Paul's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm posting about &lt;font size='+2'&gt;&lt;a href="http://zubbles.com"&gt;Zubbles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geekologie.com/2007/08/31/zubbles.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like bubbles, except with colours!!!&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, you would wanna read about how they actually do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color=#888888&gt;Zubbles are soap bubbles that used special dyes called leuco dyes allowing them to be colored. The purple bubble uses a chemical called crystal violet lactone. The soap mixture that produces them was the first in the world. Invented by Tim Kehoe, a toy creator from St. Paul, Minnesota, the bubbles have a very distinct color and do not leave stains. After they have popped, the color disappears with friction, water or exposure to air.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for normal people who actually don't give a shit about how they're made. Here are more pictures of Zubbles, YEP, they come in different colours besides orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geekologie.com/2007/08/31/blue-zubble.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geekologie.com/2007/08/31/green-zubble.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zubbles.com/images/gallery/photoGallery4.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kinda prettiful.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's been done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta convince ex-girlfriends to produce some babies ASAP so that I'll have my own babies to buy these for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, going down to the park to play with Random babies isn't as fun. I don't know about you, but chatting with the Police after that isn't that enjoyable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anyway&lt;/u&gt;, yeah that's it. Zubbles. Coloured bubbles with weird dyes that I can't pronounce propeller. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2792387236261675487?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2792387236261675487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2792387236261675487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2792387236261675487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2792387236261675487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/zubbles-bubbles-that-are-more-zubbly.html' title='Zubbles: Bubbles that are more... Zubbly'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-7770378688474561265</id><published>2007-11-03T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:24:01.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Black</title><content type='html'>I got it off &lt;a href="http://designnotes.info/?p=1134"&gt;DesignNotes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geekologie.com/2007/11/02/charcoal-paste.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just browsing through DesignNotes and I saw that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, before all the comments come in, I'd like to say that it is sludge on the toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just quote the guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#888888&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I tried it for the first time, the experience ended up being less pleasant then I first thought it would be. I was fine seeing the black stuff on my brush, it wasn’t until it went into my mouth when my stomach started to turn. Near the end I barely could brush my tongue and when I spit it out to rinse I felt a bit queezy. In the end though my mouth did feel clean, but I’m not sure if the weirdness that I felt would be something I’d want to do again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think my stomach would churn too if I saw sludge overwhelming my mouth. Seriously, that thing's frikkin' sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it has a billion chemicals that make your teeth sparkly and shit, but don't think for one second that it'll &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;start your day afresh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size="+1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anyway, going along with random black stuff. I delved further and found more black things&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/black04.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's black toilet paper. If your shit is not brown, but black, I'd suggest you keep away from this. I don't think you'll be able to differentiate between the clean and dirty regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/black10.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look! It even comes in a pack of 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/black08.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, black ear-tips. Or as Nick calls them, 'Q-Tips'. Whatever they're called, they look kinda sick. I'll stick with the white ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be safe to say that Black is the new 'Black'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, continue reading on the site itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pingmag.jp/2007/07/19/black/"&gt;FRIKKIN'READTHISSHIT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-7770378688474561265?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/7770378688474561265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=7770378688474561265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7770378688474561265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7770378688474561265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-is-black.html' title='The World is Black'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3223290726932936310</id><published>2007-11-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:58:23.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-'O' Levels when 'O' Levels haven't ended yet,.</title><content type='html'>Xinjie gave me this idea.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's like lame because she's making me credit her because it was her idea.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this &lt;a href="http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/xj9-is-really-weird.html"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; somewhat about her.&lt;br /&gt;She writes posts on this &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/poutywouty"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about the blog url because I too, think it's really retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first heard it I was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;"Normal people have urls like 'Sophisticated-Smile' or 'Endless-Demeanor' or something with some cheem and emo shit stuff inside. But Pouty-Wouty is just totally insanely mega-ultimo-stadium-arcadium-ly retarded."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement was taken down word for word from the archives of my memory. Of course, it's no offense to all those other people with non-emo-cheem urls. Just Xinjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/10things.jpg" widht='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not in order of earliness of completing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Get a Nintendo Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Mod the Nintendo Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Listen to all the songs on my iTunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: Change my 3-Year-old Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: Post about 'O' Levels being over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: Buy a Bass Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: Donate my Life Savings to Charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: Tell my Family Members I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: Do other stuff people do before they die.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;What you think I'll conform to society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M NOT GONNA PUT THE 10TH THING I'M GONNA DO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no way, that's just so ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Nine's a better number anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;#10:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3223290726932936310?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3223290726932936310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3223290726932936310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3223290726932936310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3223290726932936310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-o-levels-when-o-levels-havent.html' title='Post-&apos;O&apos; Levels when &apos;O&apos; Levels haven&apos;t ended yet,.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3427948174657528155</id><published>2007-11-02T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:13:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just thinking about the Matrix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what do you actually think of a person who's posted like 3 times today?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't myself, I would think that this person's totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;Like insane as in, could be a potential mental retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or just another person who doesn't give a shit about 'O' Levels.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna prove you wrong, because this post is not about not giving a shit about 'O' Levels. &lt;b&gt;I CARE ABOUT MY FUTURE!&lt;/B&gt; At least... well, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.reelzchannel.com/assets/content/photos/movie/227527/227527_18.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that show comes out in 2008. It's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanted_%282008_English_film%29"&gt;"Wanted"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it stars Angelina Jolie, she's kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;Then that guy on the right is the main character. He's noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0493464/trailers-me60873718"&gt;TRAILERLINKCLICKIT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, I was like, that is SOOOOO THE MATRIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, just look at it, guy gets superpowers gets introduced to a gang of people who're in this little superpower world of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;ON TOP OF IT ALL, he gets an &lt;b&gt;African American&lt;/b&gt; Mentor that's NOT MORPHEUS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus-like Mentor's played by Morgan Freeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suspect not many of you guys would click the link.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, he can make bullets become homing and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Some time-warping bullshit, pretty cool for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I'm feigning ignorance. I love insanely cool superpowers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STOP JUDGDING ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Garfield for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3427948174657528155?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3427948174657528155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3427948174657528155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3427948174657528155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3427948174657528155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-just-thinking-about-matrix.html' title='I was just thinking about the Matrix.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-47071673330934869</id><published>2007-11-02T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:34:04.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Movie Sequels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/11/01/shrek-goes-fourth.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that? That's a picture of Shrek. Yes Shrek. The Green ogre that proves childrens' imagination true that most monstrosities are basically green in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you're already half-traumatised by the fact that McDonald's employees once wore Shrek hats for a month, you're gonna be further shocked by this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;The plot hasn't yet been announced but in an interview, Jeffrey Katzenberg (DreamWorks co-founder) said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ultimately we will come back to understand how Shrek arrived in that swamp. We will reveal his story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It's a finite story, has been from the beginning and I think that's part of its integrity, part of its strength, that we're not thinking this up as we go."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the new Shrek movie, retardly titled &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrek_4"&gt;"Shrek Goes Forth"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, leaves me thinking, when will this ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that the Shrek movies WERE good, but it's gonna die soon. So I bet you guys can think of better Sequel titles for the Shrek Franchise. I've got some down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: Shrek is &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;tupid (Alliteration helps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: Shrek has &lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;ex (Critics complain Alliteration sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: Shre7en (Numbers in titles sell better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: Honey, Shrek Eight my Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: 9 bottles of Shrek on the Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And lastly...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: Shrek X (Shrek turns into a cyborg)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free for suggestions, I'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling by the year 3078, everyone would live in swamps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-47071673330934869?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/47071673330934869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=47071673330934869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/47071673330934869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/47071673330934869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-movie-sequels.html' title='Stupid Movie Sequels.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-9016073525430333148</id><published>2007-11-02T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:23:53.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting time.</title><content type='html'>I was just going over &lt;a href="http://www.gametrailer.com"&gt;Gametrailers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Yeah it so happens that I too am a mega-geek and ultra gamer. Your loss.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you've got to read this gamer-stuff before you reach the end. You could either go through the ordeal or you could just scroll down. But I suggest you just read through it. I put in time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I go to &lt;a href="http://www.gametrailer.com"&gt;Gametrailers&lt;/a&gt; to get some Video Review Insight. Two new games caught my attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size="+2"&gt;The Simpsons Game and Timeshift&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/823/823351/the-simpsons-game-20070927100200605.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/823/823351/the-simpsons-game-20070927100201558.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/823/823351/the-simpsons-game-20070927100203980.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/803/803628/the-simpsons-game-20070711033817727.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as you can see from the pictures, &lt;font color=white&gt;Homer&lt;/font&gt; can turn into to huge ball, &lt;font color=white&gt;Lisa&lt;/font&gt; can control the hand of Buddha, &lt;font color=white&gt;Marge&lt;/font&gt; controls Mobs to do her bidding, &lt;font color=white&gt;Bart&lt;/font&gt; floats around with his funny purple cape thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge video game parodies such as &lt;font color=white&gt;Medal of Homer, Grand theft Scratchy and Neverquest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the first Simpsons game to have &lt;font color=white size='+1'&gt;&lt;b&gt;actual TV show Humour.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/53/Timeshift.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this other game is just a First-Person Shooter whereby you can stop time. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec3.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000G6BLFG.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V65194104_.jpg" width='350'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to music. The &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is Five for Fighting's &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;The Riddle&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT: Frikkin' Youtube disabled the videos embed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link anyway. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgNPGBp4Ygg"&gt;LINKLINKLINKLINK!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-9016073525430333148?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/9016073525430333148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=9016073525430333148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/9016073525430333148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/9016073525430333148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/shifting-time.html' title='Shifting time.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-180038891244002299</id><published>2007-11-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:55:18.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mozilla Firefox</title><content type='html'>It's 2 weeks to the end of the 'O' Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://en07.everynation.org/register/images/nintendo_wii.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://wiimedia.ign.com/wii/image/article/826/826921/super-smash-bros-brawl-20071012110518941.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play that. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Smash_Bros._Brawl"&gt;Super Smash Bros. Brawl&lt;/a&gt; is the game where you take control of every nintendo character (including Pikachu and Pokemon Trainer and some other third-party characters) and try to whack the shit out of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I wanna see Pikachu owning the shit out of Mario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.elecash.org/blog/wp-images/imagenes/firefox.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been coming to my attention, (using &lt;a href="http://google.com/analytics"&gt;Google Analytics&lt;/a&gt; that people actually use Internet Explorer on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna say that it kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Mozilla looks nicer here.&lt;br /&gt;On Internet Explorer the blog kinda looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;Like the words get blurry and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be smart. Use Mozilla Firefox. It is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click that big link at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;It let's you download Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you download it, you'll be able to check my blog for updates with comfortable eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUE STORY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, once I started using Firefox my eyesight stopped going from bad to worse. AND IT'S CURRENTLY 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't take your chances, use firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I don't earn $1.50 everytime you guys click on the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-180038891244002299?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/180038891244002299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=180038891244002299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/180038891244002299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/180038891244002299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/mozilla-firefox.html' title='Mozilla Firefox'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3706489258183439467</id><published>2007-11-01T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:39:34.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibility of Spending Birthday Money</title><content type='html'>Damn, I just realised I totally didn't post on October 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think posting on birthdays are like, the most essential thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.engadget.com/media/2007/10/crealev_angela_jansen_lamp.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that shit over at &lt;a href="http://engadget.com"&gt;Engadget&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Headlines are &lt;font color=white size='+1'&gt;Crealev builds a Levitating Lamp&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the practical aspect of this bullshit is but. It's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming there's some sort of magnets here and there but this Dutch company doesn't really wanna show off the details saying it's &lt;i&gt;"proprietary technology"&lt;/i&gt;. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/article/831/831838/ds_oct_gotm_1193879874.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;NO SURPRISES THERE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely one of the better games on the DS.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I've never actually liked the Zelda series or played any games before this shit came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda cheated a lil' bit going back and forth on &lt;a href="http://gamefaqs.com"&gt;GameFAQs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play this game if you have a DS and you're like &lt;font color=white&gt;Shit, why the hell did I buy this instead of a PSP&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51AKZkrOifL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you like this, but I just added this to my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;I must say it's kinda good, but not really because I found out she was on MTV again but because there's this particularly nice song it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g9LVIUwnZn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g9LVIUwnZn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;Hands on Me&lt;/font&gt;, and it kinda owns. Not owning much, but just kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the constellations, shine down for us to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3706489258183439467?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3706489258183439467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3706489258183439467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3706489258183439467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3706489258183439467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/possibility-of-spending-birthday-money.html' title='Possibility of Spending Birthday Money'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2963995152344380731</id><published>2007-11-01T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:20:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons are going Stylus-mode</title><content type='html'>As I was tilting Nick's iPhone to play his PigShooter game, I got myself thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 'O' Levels were just like, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 was like all Out-of-point-like.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was like all easy and shit.&lt;br /&gt;So when you add them together you get like, 'okay'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.engadget.com/media/2007/10/big-leopard-box.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's the new Mac OS X Leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what it does new.&lt;br /&gt;Just that there's this Time Machine function.&lt;br /&gt;And there's the Finder kinda looks like iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they're lame. I wanna see more revolutionary stuff, not evolutionary. This is like, just a better version of that Tiger OS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, was never really into the Mac scene.&lt;br /&gt;Paul should be the one commenting about Mac stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"  codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="gtembed" width="350" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=26567"/&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=26567" swLiveConnect="true" name="gtembed" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's this new DS game I've been playing.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first Horror game on the handheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it looks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's the DS, you gotta give them some credit for even making it 3D and kinda realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played it for an hour or so, and it's kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because of it's frikkin' soundtrack. Sounds like there's this weird zombie guy breathing down your neck. The soundtrack is also layered by your virtual Heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, A big thanks for the Birthday notes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2963995152344380731?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2963995152344380731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2963995152344380731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2963995152344380731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2963995152344380731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/11/simpsons-are-going-stylus-mode.html' title='The Simpsons are going Stylus-mode'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4169490635731491469</id><published>2007-10-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:46:06.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Soundtracks and Orchestratic Epicness</title><content type='html'>Well, the inevitable has just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it could not happen, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Mario_Galaxy"&gt;Super Mario Galaxy&lt;/a&gt;, the new platform game releasing for the Wii actually has &lt;FONT size='+2' COLOR='WHITE'&gt;MEGA-ULTRA-COOL ORCHESTRA MUSIC TO FIT WITH THE GAME!!!!!!!!!111111&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now instead of that stupid beeping music that I so hate along with the stomping-on-random-looking-monsters gimmick game, I can now enjoy Modern Japanese Orchestra Music while playing this platform game that I actually may like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ou7ft_5vFL8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ou7ft_5vFL8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to start posting my ass off now.&lt;br /&gt;The 'O' levels are kinda halfway through, but it's okay, I still use the com anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till Next time! &lt;i&gt;(which will probably be soon)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4169490635731491469?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4169490635731491469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4169490635731491469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4169490635731491469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4169490635731491469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/10/mario-soundtracks-and-orchestratic.html' title='Mario Soundtracks and Orchestratic Epicness'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-7137872925895067579</id><published>2007-10-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:22:28.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>Like, no Paul, I'm not gonna update in the middle of the frikkin' O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's not right. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-7137872925895067579?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/7137872925895067579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=7137872925895067579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7137872925895067579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7137872925895067579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-990020577898652323</id><published>2007-10-08T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:15:32.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey look! It's a golden frog! Just kidding, it's just a post.</title><content type='html'>Oh damn, everyone's writing stuff about classmates.&lt;br /&gt;I feel compelled to write as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not so compelled as to write for each individual such as my peers have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/756e5b47adfa6fa2.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a cool picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not part of my class, you should read it too as it'll make you feel all tingly inside. I like that feeling. Don't you like that feeling? I mean when you're in love, you get butterflies in your stomach and you can't think; but this is like tingly. It's a better feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna leave out whoever I feel like, so don't take it personally, it's not because I don't like you. (I've got nothing to write about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Gene&lt;/font&gt; drags his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nintendo Wii beats the Xbox 360, &lt;font color=white&gt;Hesson&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Nick&lt;/font&gt;, my earlobes aren't nice and soft, you're just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call &lt;font color=white&gt;Stephen&lt;/font&gt;, 'Steph'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Conrad's&lt;/font&gt; rebellious and really musical. (Weird combination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna play WOW, &lt;font color=white&gt;Prentice&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Brandon's&lt;/font&gt; misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Leon's&lt;/font&gt; quirky... whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Gabriel&lt;/font&gt; keeps calling me 'THE MAN' when he knows it's him who should be called that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Yong-kun&lt;/font&gt; is the only person I know with the same bone structure as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Paul&lt;/font&gt; tabbed out Amity in normal tuning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Jeremy&lt;/font&gt; plays soccer in real life, mobile life, computer life, and console life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Ejin's&lt;/font&gt; really cool. He can play guitar and debate at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Hongyi&lt;/font&gt; is a real life testament to the fact that piano playing makes you smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;TME&lt;/font&gt; is cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Singchuen&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://wii.nintendo.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT WHAT HE DID!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Marcus Tay&lt;/font&gt; does that funny hand signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Samuel Tan&lt;/font&gt; let me play on his 5-string bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Joseph&lt;/font&gt; played at Tapestry and didn't invite us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Austin&lt;/font&gt; wants a DS and a PSP at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Nathan's&lt;/font&gt; the coolest, funniest, handsomest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, I did the same thing as what my classmates did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'll end of with saying that this is the best year ever, period, so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-990020577898652323?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/990020577898652323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=990020577898652323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/990020577898652323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/990020577898652323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-look-its-golden-frog-just-kidding.html' title='Hey look! It&apos;s a golden frog! Just kidding, it&apos;s just a post.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3728258428496191010</id><published>2007-09-11T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:20:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.engrish.com/image/engrish/dumping.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="www.engrish.com"&gt;Engrish.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a marble rolling across the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study for MEP and Bio Prac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3728258428496191010?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3728258428496191010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3728258428496191010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3728258428496191010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3728258428496191010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/09/dumping.html' title='Dumping'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5176654115957489042</id><published>2007-09-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:48:53.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys and Boards</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Insert Picture of brand-new device here]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I got a new keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of using the DS to go on MSN and the on-screen keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I can now peacefully study for Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now access my numerous website accounts freely without the risk of an onlooker finding out my universal password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a universal password. Most people have except for those people with a lot of memory up there in their brains. Around 320GB of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my furniture to make it seem like a mini-mini bedroom theatre thing. With the side of my bed facing the computer screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to complete this bedroom theatre thing, all I need is extra 2-channel speakers and a 24 inch screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm such a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5176654115957489042?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5176654115957489042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5176654115957489042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5176654115957489042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5176654115957489042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/09/keys-and-boards.html' title='Keys and Boards'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1185723287251701139</id><published>2007-08-24T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:47:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm using the on-screen keyboard for this.</title><content type='html'>We can all learn a thing or two from this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Particle Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Particle man, particle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Doing the things a particle can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whats he like? its not important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Particle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is he a dot, or is he a speck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When hes underwater does he get wet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or does the water get him instead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nobody knows, particle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Triangle man, triangle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Triangle man hates particle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They have a fight, triangle wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Triangle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Universe man, universe man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Size of the entire universe man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Usually kind to smaller man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Universe man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hes got a watch with a minute hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Millenium hand and an eon hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When they meet its a happy land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Powerful man, universe man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Person man, person man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hit on the head with a frying pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lives his life in a garbage can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Person man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is he depressed or is he a mess? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Does he feel totally worthless? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who came up with person man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Degraded man, person man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Triangle man, triangle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Triangle man hates person man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They have a fight, triangle wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Triangle man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's on the new DS/Wii game trailer for &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/video/939732/6176321/geometry-wars-galaxies-official-trailer-1"&gt;Geometry Wars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me frying my keyboard is a sure sign from God to start insane studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more computer for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1185723287251701139?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1185723287251701139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1185723287251701139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1185723287251701139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1185723287251701139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-using-on-screen-keyboard-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m using the on-screen keyboard for this.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2668849541035821443</id><published>2007-08-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:30:19.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks, Nintendo sucks.</title><content type='html'>Bad news for the people I've brought to the Wii-cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;font color=white&gt;stupid&lt;/font&gt; Wii has a region lock, there are &lt;font color=white&gt;stupid&lt;/font&gt; US, European and Japanese versions of the &lt;font color=white&gt;stupid&lt;/font&gt; thing. So I thought the Singaporean version was like the SEA version thing but &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/font&gt;, we have to have a parallel import of the &lt;font color=white&gt;stupid&lt;/font&gt; US version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realised that I was all like, there goes the budget console game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;font color=white&gt;stupid&lt;/font&gt; Wii is supposed to be a game that's &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size='+2'&gt;FRIKKIN' ASS FRIKKIN' AFFORDABLE FOR EVERYONE SO IT FRIKKIN' ASS REACH OUT TO PEOPLE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxsoft, the representative distributor in place of Nintendo (because of the small importing numbers), has placed their price of the US import.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frikkin' ass $499 for the frikkin' ass console.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the stupid extra Wiimotes for like $60.&lt;br /&gt;Each original game costs like $70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;I mean COME ON MAN, it costs US$250 in America!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's the stupid bundles.&lt;br /&gt;CONSOLE + EXTRA WIIMOTE + 1 GAME = $647&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were friends Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advertised your frikkin' ass console game and THIS IS THE THANKS I GET.&lt;br /&gt;THE PRICE OF A STUPID WII BEING TWICE THE PRICE I THOUGHT IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the hell has Singapore done to you, Nintendo?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/nintendo-logo-mario-1.jpg" width="325"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just wait till the dammit price lowers its-dammit-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Console + Mod + Extra Wiimotes + Extra Nunchuks = like 800 bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2668849541035821443?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2668849541035821443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2668849541035821443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2668849541035821443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2668849541035821443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-sucks-nintendo-sucks.html' title='This sucks, Nintendo sucks.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8767485386181234085</id><published>2007-08-18T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:01:15.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhyme-y stuff (Wii Console)</title><content type='html'>I was just looking at &lt;a href="http://gamespot.com/wii"&gt;Gamespot's Wii pages&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.gameguru.in/images/nintendo-wii-1.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what the Wii can do &lt;font color=white&gt;(You guys are ignorant bastards, well not &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; ignorant and bastardious but still, ignorant)&lt;/font&gt; You should check out the link up there at the first sentence before reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;SHIT, I DON'T THINK I SHOULD BE THINKING OF GETTING A WII NOW WHEN IT'S LESS THAN A WEEK TO PRELIMS FRIKKIN' HELL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the Wii is one of the most innovative consoles ever AND it shall be added to my what I want to get after 'O' Levels list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Just let me do some wishful thinking here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the coolest game to get would be &lt;a href='http://www.gamespot.com/wii/puzzle/wariowaresmoothmoves/index.html?tag=result;title;0'&gt;Wario Ware: Smooth Moves&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you guys who play the Wario Ware Franchise would understand what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;The game has just about 200 Microgames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these 'Microgames' are smaller than frikkin' mini games. Most of the time it involves you doing one motion of the Wii Remote. It's easy in the beginning but the game speeds up progressively. After awhile the speed would be incomprehensible and you'll &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;RUN AWAY FROM THE FRIKKIN' TEEVEE FROTHING AT THE FRIKKIN' MOUTH&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, part of the fun of the microgames is the fashion at which they make you hold the Wii Remote. The first and easy ones just make you hold it forward, head pointing at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;'So noob', you say? I don't think so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, you'll get more difficult ones such as :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;#1 Putting your control on the top of your head to make a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Leaving it on the desk as they would make you 'PICK UP A PHONE' HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Shred paper using a manual shredder rotating your hand forward.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forms are just seriously, insane. Yeah, they'll make you laugh like an asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://dpad.gotfrag.com/files/upload/galleryimage_17116_f.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.xboxic.com/wii/wario-waresmooth-moves/broom01e.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://revolutionmedia.ign.com/revolution/image/article/710/710610/wario-ware-smooth-moves-20060530042019128-000.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nzgamer.com/data/Reviews/396-4-lg.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moral of the story is... &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;GET A FRIKKIN' WII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out the other games as well I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/wii/action/supermonkeyballbananablitz/index.html?tag=result;title;0"&gt;Super Monkey Ball: Banana Blitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/wii/rpg/superpapermario/index.html?sid=6168805"&gt;Super Paper Mario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/wii/adventure/traumacentersecondopinion/index.html?tag=result;title;0"&gt;Trauma Center: Second Opinion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/wii/puzzle/marioparty8/index.html?tag=result;title;0"&gt; Mario Party 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/wii/puzzle/mercurymeltdownrevo/index.html?tag=result;title;0"&gt;Mercury Meltdown Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about the Wii is that most of the games are all Multiplayer and involve you laughing at yourself doing a variety of weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who actually &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;HAVE THE DAMMIT CONSOLE but not play with it every second of your everyday lives&lt;/font&gt;, you should &lt;u&gt;self-mutilate&lt;/u&gt;, rendering yourself unable to play the console, and deliver the thing to me in the original package complete with 2 Wii Remotes and the Free CD that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for the main post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinjie &lt;font color=white&gt;YOUR RHYMES ARE DAMN FUNNY&lt;/font&gt;. So glad to have you as an MSN buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X-2 Sountrack tunes are the best.&lt;br /&gt;If you're into Japanese Piano Melodies, just ask me. &lt;br /&gt;I've been killing myself trying to learn those things while neglecting my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just too long. I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8767485386181234085?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8767485386181234085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8767485386181234085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8767485386181234085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8767485386181234085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/08/rhyme-y-stuff-wii-console.html' title='Rhyme-y stuff (Wii Console)'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-89082819756666415</id><published>2007-07-26T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T06:29:44.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;...And the best movie of the month goes to &lt;font size='+2'&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;PATCH ADAMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://adorocinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/filmes/patch-adams/patch-adams-poster01.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, Robin Williams is still my favourite actor EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's based on a true story and is most certainly, touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, the movie's touched me and I'M PROUD OF IT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean with tear-jerking, thought provoking films like &lt;font color=white&gt;Bicentennial Man&lt;/font&gt;, there's no question to the fact that his acting proves that comedy and drama just goes hand-in-hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It owned &lt;font color=white&gt;Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows&lt;/font&gt; btw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his movies, I was able to surprisingly cry and laugh at the same time, LIKE WTF CRY AND LAUGH AT THE SAME TIME, THAT'S FRIKKIN' INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time is short, time is precious, the movie's just said it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike &lt;a href="http://paul-ooi.blogspot.com/"&gt;PAUL&lt;/a&gt;, I won't write a conformist's review of the amazing film but I'll tell you one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;B&gt;The film is sensationally inspiring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frikkin' watch it and you'll love it; I promise, you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, catch &lt;font color=white&gt;Jack&lt;/font&gt; if you've got enough time, Robin Williams acts in that as well - he's the coolest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-89082819756666415?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/89082819756666415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=89082819756666415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/89082819756666415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/89082819756666415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/patch-adams.html' title='Patch Adams'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5944284960077276578</id><published>2007-07-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:23:14.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW BOUT VIDEO!</title><content type='html'>Here's our video for 'Only One', our best song out of the TWO. (Even though we practised stupid 'Feel Like Fame' like five times more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA, Leon's keyboard owns the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=WHITE SIZE='+2'&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;SO FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T MAKE IT IN TIME TO SEE THE OPENING BANDS, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;here you go, Only One by Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hsJoNPCAes"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hsJoNPCAes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEEL LIKE FAME'S&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frikkin' click the PLAY BUTTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V0IP-63VWCw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V0IP-63VWCw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5944284960077276578?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5944284960077276578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5944284960077276578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5944284960077276578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5944284960077276578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-bout-video.html' title='HOW BOUT VIDEO!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3179540900790061550</id><published>2007-07-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:53:40.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I liked Deathly Hallows more than I liked Bob.</title><content type='html'>I liked playing on stage. The only regret I had was not having a full crowd like the participating bands had. SOME PEOPLE WHO CAME DIDN'T GET TO SEE US PLAY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SERIOUSLY, International being in the top 3 was quite an insult to ACS integrity. No offence to Miles. I WANTED TK TO BE IN TOP 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy was good la, his stupid turning shit at the end of 'Dirty Little Secrets' was frikkin' hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the neutral people that I asked (fully unaware of the fact that I actually played for the opening band) said the opening bands sucked balls. Real eye-opener :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, they also added that ACS(Barker) was the best band cuz they were good individually, of course that's not much about bands but individual skill. Still, people were amazed by how fast Keith Ho's fingers were moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were competing against barker, we wouldn't have won. Neutral supporters would still have put them in first position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;NOW ON TO GUITARFACTS&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna stick to my $50 guitar for awhile. After plugging in Ejin's fender into my Multieffects, the sound that came out was frikkin' horrible. WELL, I finally realised that my patches only suited my guitar and that MY GUITAR OWNS EJIN'S FENDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, now that I've got that out, &lt;b&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW THE LAST HARRY POTTER INSTALLMENT FRIKKIN' OWNED MY ASS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAIT don't close the page yet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, THERE WON'T BE ANY SPOILERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the book didn't end as sadly as I had expected, the book AFTER ALL, is a children's book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this is the most boring post I've posted and yeah, too bad. I like boring posts. I'm gonna change my style. Boring posts shall rule ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, my posts before this have always had that stupid random factor BUT THIS TIME IT'S DIFFERENT! This post is totally related to my life and what I've done with it. I'm so getting the hang of this. This is what normal bloggers do right? NO WONDER THEIR BLOG POSTS ARE BORING, how can anyone actually stay up all night reading  blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer shall already be answered by me. I've realised that it IS quite interesting to see how people are sad, people get angry, people get very angry, people get furious, people get different varying degrees of angriness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I DON'T CARE, we should all just &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;JOIN AND ASK WHAT THE 100K BLESSING IS ALL ABOUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and make our lives a miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3179540900790061550?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3179540900790061550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3179540900790061550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3179540900790061550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3179540900790061550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-liked-deathly-hallows-more-than-i.html' title='I liked Deathly Hallows more than I liked Bob.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2746877136689571380</id><published>2007-07-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:07:22.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XJ9 is really weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/Freedom_by_tyt2000.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just had to copy this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hate funny people, they make me laugh at my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PARTICULAR occasion was when we were arguing about who rhymed &lt;font color=white&gt;'Funny Bunny'&lt;/font&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not fair to Austin Peh, whom I've heard use the same rhyming thing before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll get a bit confusing because I &lt;FONT COLOR=WHITE&gt;&lt;U&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt; changed my nickname to look like hers. I mean this is after she had already copied my nickname. WHO'S THE COPYCAT NOW HUH, SACK OF SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;ME says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rhymed it when i was four&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT&lt;br /&gt;when i was in my mom&lt;br /&gt;she told me that she had heard it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;YOU says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;ME says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think her hearing skills then were quite pro&lt;br /&gt;but yes, evidence concludes that i did rhyme it in 199&lt;br /&gt;1991*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;YOU says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that spilt second when the sperm reaches the egg... i said funny bunny&lt;br /&gt;i know because one day i cracked an egg and it told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;ME says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHARHARHAHR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;YOU says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eggs know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;ME says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eat eggs for breakfast in school&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at Xinjie's tarded-ness for just about 8 seconds. TOO BAD, 8 SECONDS IS AS SHORT AS THE TIME FRAME I USE TO DRINK A PACKET OF VITASOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging keeps me alive; if I did not blog, I'd be a potato sack. Theoretically that would not be possible, so maybe I'll be a French Fry. I don't weigh 90KG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening mostly to &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blind by Lifehouse&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theatre of Robots by LoveHateHero&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Too good la, instead of wasting money on already sold out &lt;u&gt;Battle of the Bands 2&lt;/u&gt; tickets, you guys should by THESE PARTICULAR CHOICES OF MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2746877136689571380?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2746877136689571380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2746877136689571380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2746877136689571380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2746877136689571380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/xj9-is-really-weird.html' title='XJ9 is really weird.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5412584736663244034</id><published>2007-07-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:28:02.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Taste In Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=325 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90's Rock: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Alternative: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Rock: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;Ska: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;80's Alternative: No Influence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my taste in music sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I only clicked 3 bands. None of them I can remember because I had to lower the standards of the personal question, 'CLICK YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my taste in music really that obscure? (I think it may be the question's fault this time round)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some friendster profiles, some of them said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;"I'm not the kind of person who listens to music and goes, "OOH, so nice, I want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet people who respect music as much as I do!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm cool with people feeling this sort of way, but it's just turns the opposite when you flaunt it and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE='+1'&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today with Justina, Amantha,&lt;br /&gt;and the many cosplaying 'weirdoes' walking alongside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, nowadays cosplaying doesn't involve cute cute people strutting around in the cute cute Sailormoon/Cardcaptor Sakura uniforms anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the goth scene - black costumes that look like they've been cut out of cardboard for some weird reason (maybe they did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Die Hard 4.0 was adrenaline-pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only jackass on the streets wearing pink, of all colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5412584736663244034?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5412584736663244034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5412584736663244034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5412584736663244034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5412584736663244034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-taste-in-music.html' title='My Taste In Music'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-98110908938201510</id><published>2007-07-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:27:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About Refridgerators.</title><content type='html'>Okay so here's the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fridge door has this little window where you can like get water and stuff. Only today did I realise that everytime I go ahead and grab some water from the window thingy, &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;I open the fridge door and check to see if there's nice stuff in the Fridge.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean not that I wanna eat stuff, but I just wanna see if there's anything different. It's a little bit queer for me since I've never noticed it throughout the 6 years I've had the fridge. I mean what kind of retarded freak opens his fridge door to check if there's nice things inside only when he's acquiring water from the fridge door water dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you scientists out there, don't you just wanna study me?&lt;br /&gt;See how I work and why the hell would I do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WELL YOU CAN'T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because, YOU GUYS ALREADY DO THAT AND I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, total noob-tastic man. Seriously, think about it, EVERYONE DOES THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bet if I conducted a survey right now, and have a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do you check to see if there's cool stuff in the fridge while waiting for your water to dispense in the inbuilt fridge door water dispenser?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) YES&lt;br /&gt;B) no... :( &lt;br /&gt;C) Who the hell has an inbuilt fridge door water dispenser anyway?&lt;br /&gt;D) MONKEYS APPEAR IN MY SWEET COMPARTMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 78% of the results (assuming there's only one question) would be answered with 'D'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, you ask? Obviously, everyone around my age always try to frikkin' act as if they're the funniest shits around town. &lt;font color=white&gt;WHEN IN FACT&lt;/font&gt; they're just making fun of their own-stupid-selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just think logically, D is actually a sub-answer of 'A' if you see that if Monkeys have had appeared in the sweet compartment, you would've opened the fridge door while you were waiting for water to dispense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't even wait for the water to dispense, you shouldn't even be answering the question and instead, be striking out the question with a large &lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;N.A.&lt;/font&gt; sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nub --&gt; Noob --&gt; Newb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, can't you people be less random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post just doesn't make sense because I didn't answer my question in the first place and it has no point. Totally doesn't make me random and in turn contradict myself so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-98110908938201510?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/98110908938201510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=98110908938201510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/98110908938201510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/98110908938201510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-something-about-refridgerators.html' title='There&apos;s Something About Refridgerators.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4438044398189110535</id><published>2007-06-22T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:18:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TABS</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size='+1' color='white'&gt;SONGOFTHEDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4aP6rkinhI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4aP6rkinhI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's quite complex, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it from the 2007 Warped Tour Compilation. &lt;br /&gt;50 songs for S$16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-Hardcore, I need you guitarists out there to help me tab it out! I kinda suck at tabbing out songs and the song (inclusive of solo) is damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was just reading the UG Forums and there were people posting up the money spent on guitars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical Guitar 1: S$50 from Cash Converters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical Guitar 2: S$350 from Davis Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-sized Classical: S$100 from I don't know where (My dad bought it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic Guitar: S$0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Guitar: S$100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuner/Metronome: S$30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SX Amp: S$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valvestate Amp: S$450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cables: Roughly S$100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS-2 Pedal: S$96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss ME-33 Multieffects: S$0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strings (Not actually counted): &lt;br /&gt;S$18 x 42 + S$18 x 12 + S$18 x 24 + S$18&lt;br /&gt;= S$18 x 79&lt;br /&gt;= S$1422&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU calculate the actual amount spent.&lt;br /&gt;But I like to tell people &lt;font color=white&gt;I spent only S$700 (Electric Guitar + Amp + Pedal).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1) No one gives a shit about how much money I spent on Classical Guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) No one gives a shit about how much money I spent on Miscellanea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) The guitar skills inherited from 3 and a half years playing guitar are priceless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have all the pro-est, most exotic pedals and a crazy-ass PRS but there are some things money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;For everything else, there's Mastercard(TM).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAHA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4438044398189110535?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4438044398189110535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4438044398189110535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4438044398189110535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4438044398189110535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/06/tabs.html' title='TABS'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2878548661940225131</id><published>2007-06-20T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:45:01.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/61N2t08HhZL.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks HMV. I can now enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first impressions are as great as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I completely agree with &lt;a href='http://www.absolutepunk.net/showthread.php?p=6646481#post6646481'&gt;Absolutepunk.net's&lt;/a&gt; review of the album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's about 45 seconds later that a thought enters my brain I never expected: "Ah, fuck, this shit is catchy as balls.""&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true... OMGOMGOMG PARAMORE'S ALBUM IS SO DAMN FRIKKIN' GOOD BECAUSE IT'S CATCHY AND SHIT. PLUS HALEY'S VOICE IS SO DAMN GOOD I DON'T KNOW HOW IT'S POSSIBLE TO HAVE SUCH A GOOD VOICE AT SUCH A YOUNGE AGE, OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jana Loh for introducing them to me after MEP Camp. Haha, I still remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 24.95 dollars well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to assume the role of a normal person who likes pop-punk and has totally no bias that would affect this particular 'review' that I may be giving, I would say that this album is &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE FRIKKIN' SHIT RIGHT HERE ON MY TABLE&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although on the side-notes, I would add 'This album is good, very ultra catchy, but forgettable.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Paramore = Haley Williams. --&gt; It's quite sad actually, but it's true, Paramore is about the vocals of that 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the other instruments do build the music up to climaxes and shit, but ultimately, it's still about the quite hot, Haley Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL, IT'S SO DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for allowing me to go to Cineleisure to watch the Silver Surfer and ultimately travelling to HMV and stumble upon my most anticipated album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHaha, I still want my POD XT LIVE though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2878548661940225131?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2878548661940225131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2878548661940225131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2878548661940225131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2878548661940225131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay.html' title='Okay.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5073269545440608924</id><published>2007-06-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:49:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I WANT A PODXT LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.theplanetofsound.co.uk/assets/product_images/PODXTLIVE.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout that frikkin box is just the ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at forums, and judging from the reviews and feedbacks and comparison notes, I'd prefer this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think it looks nicer and less complicate for sure. (looks, but I'm sure they're both as complicated to use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG I WANT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color='white'&gt;&lt;b&gt;LET US LOOK AT A REVIEW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scroll down all the way to skip... like seriously, all the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an afternoon with the PODxt Live and started to write notes for a review in my normal iMuso format. I soon realised that this piece of kit is too complex to be treated in that way. So instead I set out to present an overview of what this monster is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PODxt Live takes all that's best about the PODxt and the Vetta II and puts them into a very robust floor unit with comprehensive back-panel connectivity. It's actually worth looking at the raw numbers of modelled items served up in the unit. You get more than 80 effects, 36 amplifier models, 24 speaker cabinet models and 4 microphone models (with which to virtually mic up the cabinet models). One of the staggeringly powerful features of the PODxt Live is the almost limitless options offered when "connecting" these elements together. For example, it is possible to use eight of the effects simultaneously and position them pre or post the selected amplifier/speaker/mic model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematicians among you will start to realise the possible combinations between effects, amps, speakers, cabs and microphones is almost without limit. (I'm beginning to think the manual should have "Don't Panic" in large letters on the cover.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 128 preset locations that can be modified to store your own preferred settings. Straight from the factory it comes with 64 programmed presets, some for use into an amp, some for direct recording. It was the former that I dabbled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a setting is selected four of the footswitches come into play: Amp, Stomp, Mod and Delay. A light shows which elements are engaged in that preset and each element can be removed with the footswitch or tweaked with the effect control. The expression pedal has switch-able wah, volume or modulation tweak capabilities. Channel memories can be bypassed and the amp models can be made subject to a bank of amp tone controls that are set behind a protective bar to prevent foot damage to the knobs, these include Drive, 3 bands of EQ, Presence and Volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rates of delay are controlled by the familiar Line 6 "tap" control which, when held down, turns on a really useful chromatic tuner (I managed to tune all my strings but one a semi-tone flat before I realised it was a chromatic tuner - I blame the eyesight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back panel has USB and Midi connections, standard input, auxiliary input, standard outputs and a connection for a second expression pedal. But the really clever world-dominating idea is the dedicated Variax input protected from dust and debris by its own sweet little Dutch Cap. Remove the contraceptive and plug in your Line 6 Variax guitar with the Variax lead and the PODxt Live will very obligingly supply the guitar with phantom power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further complexities can be gained by hooking up your PC and adding the Line 6 software which allows you to play with the pickup models on the Variax guitar (enough already guys!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included with the vintage amp models supplied are a dozen Line 6 originals from the Line 6 Clean to the Line 6 Lunatic and back to the Variax acoustic. The classic amp models familiar to Flextone users are all there together with some intriguing additions, the Mesa Boogie for instance makes a welcome appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of an effect and you'll find it here in this unit. Fuzz Face, Big Muff, Tube Screamer and the other usual suspects line up with synth effects and modulation effects like chorus and flange. The delays run from tube echo through sweep to ping-pong. The reverbs cover spring, room, hall, chamber and plate. And from the special Line 6 Frankenstein department comes the "Tape Eater". You know when your cassette player chews up a tape, you wind it back in with a pencil and see if it still plays? Uh-huh...that's the sound.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Overall impressions of the PODxt Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unit doesn't so much leave an impression as prise the top off your head and have a good rummage around inside your skull. Anyone with a big enough calculator can work out the permutations and combinations of sonic models available and you can rest assured that all of them come up to the Line 6 self-imposed standards of excellence. The layout of the controls is clean and logical, the manual (as always) comprehensive and good-humoured. It'll take some study and practise to master everything, but that's hardly surprising considering how much there is to discover and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;If guitar playing or recording is the way you make a living then you can do yourself a big favour by buying yourself a PODxt Live. If guitar playing or recording is just a hobby then I'd still recommend the PODxt Live, just make sure you feed the cat before you open the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's all just &lt;a href='http://www.purevolume.com/blessthefall'&gt;blessthefall&lt;/a&gt; and I &lt;a href='http://www.purevolume.com/lovehatehero'&gt;LoveHateHero&lt;/a&gt; You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at episode 17 of Season 3 of Grey's Anatomy, and I swear that's the shit right there. WATCH IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5073269545440608924?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5073269545440608924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5073269545440608924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5073269545440608924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5073269545440608924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-i-want-podxt-live.html' title='OMG I WANT A PODXT LIVE'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8398125091581896921</id><published>2007-06-09T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:30:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH!</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should study and do some other stuff besides going out with friends and other stuff, if there are other stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not a fan of connected friends. If my friend was connected to another friend, I would be disheartened for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you wanna go out and do stuff, SURE THING!&lt;br /&gt;If your 'stuff' represents studying in conducive environments like THE LIBRARY, or NOT-McDonald's. This is some sort of advertisment that goes out to anyone who's a lazy ... 'person' who can't study at home and wants to study outside with a boring guy who won't talk at all and would give you space and enough pressure to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you came up with an interesting topic, I promise I won't expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if you said, &lt;br /&gt;"HEY, I like Honey Stars",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of replying with a,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like Honey Stars, I LOVE THEM - although I'm not very much of a fan of the strawberry milk ones.. those taste kinda funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would reply with a, &lt;br /&gt;"I hate cereal, cereal sucks, we should study."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wallet's still lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus drivers keep asking me for my EZ-Link card when I pay 55 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers move fast when I'm on the com, but not with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to choose an exotic name for my son/daughter/thing-that-I-have-produced, it would be 'Eizenheim'. Although it would be sad to realise that my child would not survive a day in school with a name like that. So I'll perhaps name him a 'John'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My IC is pink in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ripped a pool table once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song 'Mr. Brightside'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like 'The Killers'. - partly because I think that's one of the stupidest names for a band ever; frikkin unoriginal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I like my eggs sunny side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an update, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8398125091581896921?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8398125091581896921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8398125091581896921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8398125091581896921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8398125091581896921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/06/hah.html' title='HAH!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5398524091860381818</id><published>2007-05-26T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:07:33.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I think I can name this most MOVING picture ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time since Sec 3 I've ever cried watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I cried when I read the book, like &lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=WHITE&gt;HOW THE FREAK CAN YOU CRY READING A BOOK&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I bought the book in Sec 2.. turns out they study the literature in the United States. How the author brings about the imagination and stuff in the kids' minds and stuff like that. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a kid's show definitely but it was seriously damn sad - like DAMN sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why you (the reader of this review) should watch it and CRY so that I would not feel that retarded and girlish for crying during a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna go back to the living room and watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bd/Bridgetoterabithiaposter.jpg/405px-Bridgetoterabithiaposter.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we're Redeeming the Riot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5398524091860381818?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5398524091860381818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5398524091860381818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5398524091860381818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5398524091860381818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6690675572709755364</id><published>2007-05-09T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:46:41.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S PARAMORE AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish I was a Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I could eat carrots all day. Carrots make your eyesight better. Carrots have a green stalk at the top. Carrots are grown in a Carrot field. Carrots make you feel all warm and cozy inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the only disadvantage is that it's orange ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; put up a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FROM WIKIPEDIA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early 2007, a contest was held where fans could put covers of Paramores songs on YouTube. The winners were given the opportunity to meet the band and sing background vocals on "Born For This". The Last Song You'll Ever Sing is a line from the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the winner for this contest was like THE CUTEST SHIT EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's damn funny and cute and perky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT'S DAMN FUNNY AND CUTE AND PERKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aMHN73elns"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aMHN73elns" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I less-than-three Paramore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6690675572709755364?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6690675572709755364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6690675572709755364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6690675572709755364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6690675572709755364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-paramore-again.html' title='IT&apos;S PARAMORE AGAIN!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-505203288886535015</id><published>2007-05-01T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:32:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAMORE!</title><content type='html'>All that's left is for Paramore to come to Singapore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Hayley, get your ass down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I'm gonna buy the album this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/82/PARARIOT22.JPG" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK THE DAMN PLAY BUTTON!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KiR838VOCrA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KiR838VOCrA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-505203288886535015?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/505203288886535015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=505203288886535015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.wakemeupmusic.com/images/anberlincopeland.jpg'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL, WHAT THE FUDGE, WHAT THE BARNCALES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY SHIT, OH MY GOSH, OH MY BAURSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6391553257852318186?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6391553257852318186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6391553257852318186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6391553257852318186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6391553257852318186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/alsdkjfalskdufolqwkenrkasjdflkasjdfoiqw.html' title='ALSDKJFALSKDUFOLQWKENR,KASJDFLKASJDFOIQWJERFNA,LSKDJFLASKJDF'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6121995413748965995</id><published>2007-04-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:28:03.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEP Praddikur</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I think I'm gonna keep your smses forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6121995413748965995?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6121995413748965995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6121995413748965995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6121995413748965995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6121995413748965995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/mep-praddikur.html' title='MEP Praddikur'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2180152037453915238</id><published>2007-04-19T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:40:59.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Choices</title><content type='html'>At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.  In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact.  The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates.  Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time.  He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2180152037453915238?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2180152037453915238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2180152037453915238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2180152037453915238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2180152037453915238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-choices.html' title='Two Choices'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2950065713774386624</id><published>2007-04-15T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:43:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid years</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/217243_7142.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Mid-years are ruining my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Chinese Lecture today. The best part of it is when I had to blow my nose in the toilet. I mean like, the guy was frikkin talking for 4 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 4.7's chinese teacher didn't allow us to leave from there. We had to take the chartered bus back to school, then cab back to Toa Payoh Central to support a girl whom I don't know but decided to support anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still didn't get to support her because the guys before her were taking ass-long TO SING THEIR STUPID SONGS! Just let Zheng Ning own the competition la, NO NEED to waste time trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a game of Doder, then went back home to prepare for tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't figure out their names even though I've already been there for 3 weeks! ARGH, they know my name but I don't know theirs. LOL they're just 3 girls and I can't remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, XJ the confusinatorizeratorian. YOU'VE GOT THE FORMAT OF MY NICKNAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blogged about my life, I like reflecting - Although I am not in this point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2950065713774386624?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2950065713774386624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2950065713774386624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2950065713774386624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2950065713774386624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/mid-years.html' title='mid years'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4925078952897377630</id><published>2007-04-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:49:26.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Bay is da' bomb</title><content type='html'>I saw your face... AND WOW! - I like Hey Arnold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to talk about how Marina Bay owns, even if like I support 'casiNO' and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design-wise, it's like, AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicality, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's adds a bit to the 'Feng Shui' of Singapore. Vaht-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I would get sued for putting up these pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marina-bay.sg/images/map/promenade.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Now &lt;B&gt;THAT'S&lt;/b&gt; a cool bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.marina-bay.sg/images/map/resort.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't like casinos but.. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.marina-bay.sg/images/map/flyer.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHH, giant ferris wheel! New hot date location. SGD$27.50 is quite worth it for a 37 minute ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.marina-bay.sg/images/map/barrage.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like NEWater all over again!! - this time, in a cooler building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.marina-bay.sg/images/map/sail.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THAT'S something I wanna live in. WOOHOO tallest condo in Singapore?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's like a Second three-part Botanical Garden around it which has no Artists' Impression yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Bay is quite something, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+1'&gt;It looks cool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4925078952897377630?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4925078952897377630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4925078952897377630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4925078952897377630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4925078952897377630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/marina-bay-is-da-bomb.html' title='Marina Bay is da&apos; bomb'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2825733976330287261</id><published>2007-04-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:48:26.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a kiss to be really good it needs to mean something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that when your lips finally touch, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel it everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss so hot, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deep, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never want to come up for air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't cheat your first kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when you find that right person to first kiss it's everything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size='+1'&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE YOU GREY'S ANATOMY, YOU'RE TOO ADDICTIVE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could think of speeches that profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like sweet and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shows that bring about nostalgia when you have to pause reluctantly to use the bathroom. Stupid TV Serials, ruining my study life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lost.eu/37f05"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;CLICK HERE!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2825733976330287261?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2825733976330287261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2825733976330287261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2825733976330287261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2825733976330287261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-kiss.html' title='first kiss'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6795426011138606548</id><published>2007-04-01T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:45:06.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;center&gt;Friendgirl is sick.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read it and you'll understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font family=courier new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you nathan&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL i love you too friendgirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;no, realyl la..&lt;br /&gt;i really do...&lt;br /&gt;everything abt you is so magical&lt;br /&gt;like a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, you're scaring me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... you are. and i want everything with you, nathan...&lt;br /&gt;you think you can share everything with me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;share everything?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i wanna be the one tht goes through the good and bad times and everything.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING NATHAN, EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;cos I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;IVE BEEN CONTROLLING MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS TOO OVERWHELMING TO KEEP IT IN ME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;samantha it's not a joke anymore! you can't be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;i never said it was a joke, nathan &lt;br /&gt;how could you think that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;uh, sam, i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;whats there not to understand ?&lt;br /&gt;dont do this to me nathan..&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna break my heart damn badly la&lt;br /&gt;i knw this is damn sudden&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i awlays had a thing for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to say this, but it sounds as if i'm your fall-back guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;no la i would never do anything to hurt you laaaa&lt;br /&gt;gosh &lt;br /&gt;sigh sorry if it seems tht way..&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill give you some time&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;i really do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;well it does seem really really sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;i nkw... but i really think this is the right time to tell you cos..&lt;br /&gt;IT'S APRIL FOOLS&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;APRIL FOOLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;OH GAWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SICK, SAMANTHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Emotion is dead.   † says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers / {RR} says:&lt;br /&gt;SICK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6795426011138606548?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6795426011138606548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6795426011138606548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6795426011138606548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6795426011138606548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fools.html' title='april fools'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6126419645703341884</id><published>2007-03-16T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:40:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyanide &amp; Happiness</title><content type='html'>I didn't go out once during the Weekdays of the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;B&gt;SO DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sad at the same time because I didn't ask anything nor did anyone ask me. I wish I had Gorgeous Girls like Nick. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA x (a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just amazingful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/Weird.png'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/UnraveltotheMax.png'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/Omnipotentbeingscorrectingtheirmist.png'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6126419645703341884?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6126419645703341884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6126419645703341884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6126419645703341884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6126419645703341884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/03/cyanide-happiness.html' title='Cyanide &amp; Happiness'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5009044811694391112</id><published>2007-03-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:46:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene the President</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/lequai.jpg" width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size='+1' color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third week in a row, I went to Swee Lee YET AGAIN! Argh, the billionth time I've been to that hated place. Singchuen wanted to try out his bass - only another excuse for me to check if the RC-2 was in stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT LIKE I HAD MONEY - or was willing to spend it. Maybe I'll just wait awhile then ask my parents whether I can get another pedal, or two. Too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S ALL WATCH &lt;font color=white&gt;'MY NAME IS EARL'&lt;/font&gt; BECAUSE IT'S REALLY NICE! I mean I don't really believe in that Karma stuff, but it sure is interesting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU PEOPLE SHOULD GO WATCH IT! If you &lt;font color=white&gt;'Heroes'&lt;/font&gt; borrowers wanna get this, I need my &lt;font color=white&gt;'Heroes'&lt;/font&gt; DVDs back! I just wanna watch it finish - I'm only at episode 7 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna get the &lt;font color=white&gt;NIMZY VIBRO MAX&lt;/font&gt;! Firstly, because it's a SUPER COOL LIL' CUBE-LIKE OBJECT WHICH VIBRATES THE SOUND ONTO A SURFACE TURNING YOUR TABLE OR BOOKSHELF INTO A SPEAKER. Mostly importantly, because Eugene the Guitar President has one and he's the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if I wanna be cool I gotta photocopy the actions of &lt;b&gt;COOL PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;. Even though it's just a gimmick, I still want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and Good Evening, Friendgirl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5009044811694391112?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5009044811694391112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5009044811694391112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5009044811694391112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5009044811694391112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/03/eugene-president.html' title='Eugene the President'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1802663987100753766</id><published>2007-02-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:53:15.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DS-2</title><content type='html'>I spent 9 hours out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of which was spent looking at guitar stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of which was spent looking for an Audio Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of which was spent waiting for MGS School Hours to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of which was spent walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of which was spent on public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARGH, MY LIFE IS BORING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent another hour in the same guitar shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the distortion pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now want a Loop Station and a Chorus Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a tribe meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back at 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is just a post to exaggerate the sadness of my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It is also a publicity stunt to get people to notice me more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's got me realizing how my life's quite boring nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT! KEEP TAGGING BECAUSE I LIKE TAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#333333&gt;(I try not to think of the obvious reason)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1802663987100753766?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1802663987100753766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1802663987100753766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1802663987100753766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1802663987100753766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/ds-2.html' title='DS-2'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4222128347292610240</id><published>2007-02-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:57:34.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig</title><content type='html'>No hints, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel great this CNY that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low spirits seeing every year pass so quickly I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this Holiday hasn't been that fun so far. Probably because of I have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm having a pimple-cream party at my house.&lt;br /&gt;(Stupid acne breakout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#333333&gt;I've taken silence as an answer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4222128347292610240?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4222128347292610240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4222128347292610240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4222128347292610240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4222128347292610240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/pig.html' title='Pig'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8963581065445418760</id><published>2007-02-18T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:57:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing is Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.mgs.sch.edu.sg/images/students/dancedance-h1.png'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4195/1109/320/558104/4StLuke_slogofire%281%29%20copy.jpg%20%28infosheet%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+2'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dance, Dance - Can you feel the heat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;"Dance, Dance - Can you feel the heat?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is an interschool dance competition, held in aid of St Luke's Hospital. After a round of audition(s), 8 finalists (4 soloists and 4 groups) will be chosen to perform in the finals, held on &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;31st March 2007, Saturday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants can choose to perform a dance from various genres ranging from contemporary, to jazz and even break-dancing! During the finals, the champion will be determined by both the judges, and the audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing date for registration is on &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 February, Friday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you have what it takes to heat up the dance floor?&lt;br /&gt;For enquiries, please &lt;a href="mailto:mgsdancedance@gmail.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;u&gt;rules and regulations&lt;/u&gt; on the competition and entry forms, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.mgs.sch.edu.sg/forStudents-downloads.htm"&gt;THIS WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFO SHEET || &lt;a href='http://www.mgs.sch.edu.sg/downloads/student/dancedance-InformationSheet.pdf'&gt;PDF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTRY FORM || &lt;a href='http://www.mgs.sch.edu.sg/downloads/student/dancedance-EntryForm.pdf'&gt;PDF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8963581065445418760?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8963581065445418760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8963581065445418760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8963581065445418760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8963581065445418760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/dance-dance-can-you-feel-heat-as-name.html' title='Dancing is Cool'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-672297390724340130</id><published>2007-02-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:47:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/469663_85213527.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the worst timing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just meant to miss that special date.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A MORE POSITIVE NOTE (kinda) I CAN'T GET SONGS FOR ARCHER'S NEW RIVAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, just not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like pressing buttons on my Dad's new Non-guitar amplifier! It's big and Silver! I likee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one the words just disappear, I can't wait for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-672297390724340130?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/672297390724340130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=672297390724340130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/672297390724340130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/672297390724340130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/time.html' title='Time?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6061939237572076688</id><published>2007-02-09T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:57:11.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVRIL LAVIGNE</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH, I found Avril Lavigne's new SINGLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I found this out before they're gonna release it 26 February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking desperate and retarded, but what the hell, it's Avril Lavigne. She's a Punk Rocker! (Yeah Right &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THE LYRICS AND ASK ME FOR THE FILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine I want you mine you're so delicious&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time you're so addictive&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright (Alright...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend I think you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn precious&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm the mother fucking princess&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you like me too&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm right (I'm right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You can do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the way, I see the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And even when you look away I know you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I know you talk about me all the time again and again (Againg and again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come over here and tell me what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;Better, yet, make your girlfriend disappear&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you say her name ever again (And again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You can do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No way, no way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;(No way, no way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend (No way!)&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend (No way, no way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me (Now way!)&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a secret (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend (No way, now way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6061939237572076688?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6061939237572076688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6061939237572076688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6061939237572076688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6061939237572076688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/avril-lavigne.html' title='AVRIL LAVIGNE'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3692330146505755876</id><published>2007-02-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:57:11.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid bittorrent</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/Everyday_Colour_by_purplepawn.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off at this band &lt;font color=white&gt;Archer's New Rival&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like THEIR MUSIC IS SO DAMN GOOD but they're not on Wikipedia, any Bittorrent sites. So the only connection I have to the sound is PUREVOLUME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That only gives me like 2 songs... ARGH I NEED MORE! It's not sold in Singapore that's for sure. I can't download. iTunes store has it but we can't buy from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, to all the lovebirds out there. ESP YK, GOOD LUCK ON VALENTINE'S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3692330146505755876?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3692330146505755876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3692330146505755876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3692330146505755876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3692330146505755876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-bittorrent.html' title='stupid bittorrent'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2078479371364656213</id><published>2007-02-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:25:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/effortless_by_kokainxstock.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I think I'm better off saving clubbing for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like her hairstyle too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2078479371364656213?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2078479371364656213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2078479371364656213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2078479371364656213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2078479371364656213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/02/feel-like-fame.html' title='feel like fame'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-308884589709793575</id><published>2007-01-30T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:09:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lust a prima vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/521625_34528624.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERYONE GET YOUR 20" LCD SCREEN READY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;WINDOWS VISTA&lt;/u&gt; IS OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, just for US$599, you can now upgrade to the NEW AND IMPROVED OS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I've got not enough money, so maybe in March...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the ACOUSTIC ROCK mood now, listening to emo songs &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;WITHOUT DISTORTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened to the Screamo-listening Nathan, you may ask? He's somewhere in Sarawak foraging bushes. He'll come back another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the post before was a &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;'joke'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE SPILL CANVAS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. (If you don't want to I can always SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR MSN-SEND-FILE-THING-THING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+1'&gt;&lt;b&gt;I THREW 3 3-pointers in a ROW!!&lt;/font&gt; Major accomplishment&lt;/b&gt; for a guy who spends his days in front of the com playing life-rotting games that slowly wash my social life away (like I had one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt; was like a restless zephyr waiting to brush across my cheek. Well it's one more day to over - makes me wanna listen to some more emo songs =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-308884589709793575?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/308884589709793575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=308884589709793575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/308884589709793575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/308884589709793575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/lust-prima-vista.html' title='lust a prima vista'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3598986905598336705</id><published>2007-01-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:37:21.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is there a difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y168/th3pinkmenace/a_day_without_rain_by_ssilence.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make much of a difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like things the way they are but it's hard to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits for DeviantArt(c)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3598986905598336705?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3598986905598336705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3598986905598336705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3598986905598336705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3598986905598336705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-there-difference.html' title='is there a difference?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8402622989806790234</id><published>2007-01-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T06:15:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Jere's CDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/9370/alonebydavenit0ky.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like staying out for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what I said before, the guitar performance was actually &lt;font color=white&gt;QUITE COOL&lt;/font&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao, the guitarra (gigantanormous guitar that looks like a cello) player was like owning the stage! His fingers were moving so fast, it was all blurry. If only I could play like that, I want my fingers to be blurry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before that was MEP la, learnt some &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIALISM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; bullcrap. Seriously sounded like a whole lot of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like &lt;u&gt;IMAGINE THIS&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weird guy, who has totally NO EXPERIENCE IN MUSIC thinks to himself: &lt;font color=white&gt;'hmmm, for the number 24th weird thing of the day, I think I should compose my own music!'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, he gathers other &lt;font color=white&gt;attention-seeking&lt;/font&gt; people to play his composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weird people get their weird-ass instruments out (which include the triangle and the mandolin - what the hell), they start banging on it like dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now do you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;Weird person + More weird people + Music = SERIALISM (a merry bunch of weird people playing their weird music because they just can't play normal classical pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, why couldn't they just go home and play WoW. It's less straining on the ears for people who have to learn their excrement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt; you're not dao anymore, don't worry!&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;KYRA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't link you&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;GABE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ui32hvbkvgiluyer8903hvn to you too!&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;YUAI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted and tagged too!!!&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIYI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES A TAGBOARD&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I SHALL TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! do you still have a blog btw, or is it still that shared one?&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARIANNE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER A KABAJILLION years of envying others who replying their tagboards like that, I CAN FINALLY DO IT! OH YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8402622989806790234?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8402622989806790234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8402622989806790234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8402622989806790234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8402622989806790234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-like-jeres-cds.html' title='I like Jere&apos;s CDs'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3152667958694469180</id><published>2007-01-24T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:30:11.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS</title><content type='html'>woohoo guitar concert! Why do I feel so unexcited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because no one's going except me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3152667958694469180?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3152667958694469180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3152667958694469180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3152667958694469180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3152667958694469180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/nus.html' title='NUS'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6974042854737507073</id><published>2007-01-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:24:35.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the third temptation of paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/5428/thankyoubyvitriolata5wj.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU CHERYL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the really really ultra belated present! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I actually tried, I would've taken about 1,234,878.12 minutes to prepare it.&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder how girls can think up such cool presents, and how guys get lameass presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOORAY FOR HANDMADE PRESENTS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A TAGBOARD BY THE WAY! hurry up hurry up GO TAG AND &lt;s&gt;SPAM&lt;/s&gt;!!! I don't really see the use of it. I just wanna feel the need to go to my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everytime I get on Mozilla, I GO TO MY BLOG! &lt;br /&gt;- and what do I see there? My post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOORAY FOR TAGBOARDS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Cheryl, Grace and Ryan(?) (plus Gabriel who came in the end) today. &lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your SS TEST by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and it wasn't funny okay! I only carry the necessities to school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW GO POST ON MY TAGBOARD. lol, if you guys don't, I'll be sad and shut it down cuz it would show how un-popular I really am! &lt;font color=white&gt;YOU GET A HUG IF YOU'RE FIRST!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6974042854737507073?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6974042854737507073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6974042854737507073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6974042854737507073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6974042854737507073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/third-temptation-of-paris.html' title='the third temptation of paris'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3390853553639181570</id><published>2007-01-21T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:19:03.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the way we wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/4759/killersongbymuratsuyur8yg.jpg' width='325'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;It's been put on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the song that's spinning in my head; even when I'm gone, you're the one still next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry and Prose that takes on tragedy; I love most your melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standstill of life without you; the rhythm of the world pauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it has to be? the sound that bleeds my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never could've understood. My weakness pulls me under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes of tears wiped I could see; is this really what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rolled down with vermillion sunshine brightly shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that those memories left with you.&lt;br /&gt;Why the harmonies still linger with the fool.&lt;br /&gt;I've found that those dreams weren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Realise I still want you with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes lyrics for a blogpost, but it so happens it's part of the post. So don't omit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock's about love&lt;br /&gt;Rap's about sex&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all just chillax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer rock though - they use electric guitars! IT'S THE MUSICAL INSTRUMENT OF THE CENTURY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Come and go now as you please&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To those songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that life goes on without you&lt;br /&gt;And my world still turns when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way you want it?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it has to be?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here beside you&lt;br /&gt;But my heart's lost in Naive Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come clever&lt;br /&gt;Hearts now severed&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside forever&lt;br /&gt;And I am lost there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that life goes on without you&lt;br /&gt;And my world still turns when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that life goes on without you&lt;br /&gt;And my world still turns when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To the songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To the songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing along out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and go now as you please&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To those songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that life goes on without you&lt;br /&gt;And my world still turns when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that life goes on without you&lt;br /&gt;And my world still turns when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found that all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To the songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;Your actions write the melodies&lt;br /&gt;To the songs that we sing&lt;br /&gt;And you just sing along out loud&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3390853553639181570?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3390853553639181570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3390853553639181570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3390853553639181570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3390853553639181570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-just-way-we-wanted.html' title='It&apos;s just the way we wanted'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4276246926464894185</id><published>2007-01-20T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:12:37.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a skylit drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white size=+2&gt;&lt;b&gt;A SKYLIT DRIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you guys are free, can you help me get a healthy &lt;s&gt;torrent&lt;/s&gt; for this band! I'm kinda desperate as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new Chinese Teacher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from Taiwan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a tuition teacher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's has a house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requires me to go to her house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at an alienated place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I don't like chinese tuition. It freaks the shit out of me. Maybe I should hire a friend to teach me! Of course that most likely wouldn't work our because we would end up talking and talking, without doing any work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there's nothing to update about nowadays. Except the fact that Yuai's laugh box will explode if she keeps on laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORE MUSIC, MORE LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4276246926464894185?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4276246926464894185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4276246926464894185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4276246926464894185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4276246926464894185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/skylit-drive.html' title='a skylit drive'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1055035153827507240</id><published>2007-01-18T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:44:52.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as my hopeless cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;No one ever said that life was fair and i’m not saying that it should be&lt;br /&gt;So knowing that you are where you want to be and i’m not comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;But don’t expect me to be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;And don’t smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want your pity…i hate your pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste your vanity…&lt;br /&gt;Its sweet bitterness as you hide behind your veil of my stolen hopes and lost dreams&lt;br /&gt;You took them all…&lt;br /&gt;I watched you steal my thoughts and had to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you build your dreams on my shattered hopes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look back on a day once loved and fantasize for tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg me to make this easier and listen to my hopeless cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffer alone in emptiness&lt;br /&gt;I lust to see you swallowed by the mess that you left in your wake&lt;br /&gt;Disgust lies deep within your empty gaze…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg me to make this easier and listen as my hopeless cries&lt;br /&gt;Send stares into your meaningless eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My envy can’t describe how i loathe you for having all the stars&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my eyes to marvel the sky knowing it should be mine&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s you i see wasting the dream that only i deserve&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tear off your face to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you build your dreams on my shattered hopes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look back on a day once loved and fantasize for tragedy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes a post with lyrics, but you should just read it. It fits really well by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thought things would turn out okay. It was a real far cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those of you out there, go listen to &lt;font color=white&gt;Alesana&lt;/font&gt; because EMO SONGS ARE COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar got cancelled today plus I don't want to play WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget your number, SAMANTHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;I'll look back on a day once loved and fantasize for tragedy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#333333&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Lies)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1055035153827507240?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1055035153827507240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1055035153827507240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1055035153827507240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1055035153827507240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-my-hopeless-cries.html' title='as my hopeless cries'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1624489708137439935</id><published>2007-01-16T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:36:19.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alesana</title><content type='html'>THANKS TO JOHNBOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who introduced me to a new band (&lt;font color=white&gt;alesana&lt;/font&gt;) the minute I got on MSN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you guys didn't have TOO MUCH fun without me being in Malaysia! Although I admit I was all jealous :( of Conrad and Gabriel who were flooding themselves with messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, although it's their loss, their money, it'd be cool to be receiving 5 messages per second like Gabriel (even in Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARCHILES... HOOHAA. I didn't get a sorethroat like the others so it probably means that either I didn't scream hard enough or my throat's relatively SUPER COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a beetle down in the grass, it was overturned. I felt sad for it. It made me feel pity and sympathy; how it couldn't move. I reached my hands out to turn it back, but my friend pushed me and I squashed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIP; BOB THE BEETLE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly the most memorable moments were the IQ GAMES! The games that were meant for un-smart people who didn't think deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New handshakes with Nick, Yongkun, Conrad. WEIRD but I guess real cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got pictures of the 'Curry Vegetable Shit' that we names our main course of OUTDOOR COOKING! Maybe when I next update my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more leaderful now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1624489708137439935?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1624489708137439935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1624489708137439935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1624489708137439935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1624489708137439935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/alesana.html' title='alesana'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6813520220433537252</id><published>2007-01-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:36:33.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty is the best policy</title><content type='html'>I gotta be honest with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... kinda posted girls' names on my New Years' Post so that people would think I'm all popular with the girls and I would be more accepted in society because everyone knows girls and I don't know any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I'm just a weird guy from ACS(I) that only knows guys. Yeah, there's something wrong with me. Sooner or later I'd start to paint my nails pink and glitter my face so it'll be all shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the names of girls in my previous previous previous post was all in my imagination. That shows how I'm socially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as you can see I'm really desperate, but I just can't talk to girls normally. My knees get all wobbly when there's a girl in a metre radius around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last had a tagboard. I'd pose as different girls so it looked as if many girls were visiting my blog. I also linked random girls I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I actually pray for a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+3&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUST KIDDING!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop asking me weird question and play pokemon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6813520220433537252?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6813520220433537252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6813520220433537252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6813520220433537252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6813520220433537252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='honesty is the best policy'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4684585839478114496</id><published>2007-01-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:14:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS PRISCILLA!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised how owning &lt;font color=white&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/font&gt; is! Wah lao, I must say that even though the band's just made up of one guy... It's just wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH, I can't believe it! I have an acoustic side!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you're welcome Conrad! Haha, I'll pass you some of this ultimate acoustic songs. I'm sure you'll be awed by it. Like harmonies everywhere (too cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely unique day of school today. It still seems like Sec 3 to me; everyone's still not in the mugging mood. Of course, with the exception of Guangda who's studying everything every second of his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about catching up with your work =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn this lame &lt;font color=white&gt;The Darkness&lt;/font&gt; song which is frikking irritating. BUUTTT since Ejin you're my good guitar guru friend, I shall learn it! I'm trying to get through the 3rd solo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, the &lt;font color=white&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/font&gt; solo is like a lot harder. Shit, I don't think I can do it. I'll give myself some leeway since I just started today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More evidence that I'm not studying. I've been playing guitar the whole day, the second I came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want a cool box that can store up the many songs that I've recently &lt;s&gt;downloaded&lt;/s&gt; added to my library. Preferably, it should be white colour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll make do with my phone for now! If only there was an 8GB memory card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4684585839478114496?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4684585839478114496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4684585839478114496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4684585839478114496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4684585839478114496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/5th-jan.html' title='5th Jan'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4495609985761868753</id><published>2007-01-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:57:41.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my playlist</title><content type='html'>Well for some reason, I'm putting up the songs that meant something in the past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Hmmm, memory's sake.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Change of Pace - A Farewell to Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Change of Pace - Queen of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Static Lullaby - Lipgloss and Letdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Static Lullaby - The Shooting Star That Destroyed Us All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin - A Day Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne Loves Derby - Simple, Starving To Be Safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child 'o Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellogoodbye - Here (In Your Arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Ghost - We Are Always Searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Nine Kills - Last Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World - A Praise Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage - My Curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANIC! At The Disco - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton - Nothing In This World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - In Fate's Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saosin - I Can Tell There Was An Accident Here Earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saosin - 3rd Measurement In C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saves The Day - At Your Funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saves The Day - Nightingale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Kids Scaring Kids - The City Sleeps In Flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses Fail - Bloody Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses Fail - Dreaming My Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straylight Run - Existentialism On Prom Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straylight Run - Toolsheds And Hot Tubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - The Hell Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday - Divine Intervention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underoath - Writing On The Walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Underoath - A Boy Brushed Red...Living In Black And White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard - How I Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard - View From Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Zolof The Rock &amp; Roll Destroyer - Plays Pretty For Baby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;ENJOY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4495609985761868753?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4495609985761868753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4495609985761868753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4495609985761868753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4495609985761868753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-playlist.html' title='my playlist'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2335466349834740094</id><published>2007-01-01T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:50:40.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Continued, I WANNA THANK PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking people is like how fun, you should try it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd like to thank:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(in no particular order whatsoever)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry if I miss anyone out btw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church friends! (Timothy, Johnboy, Nicholas, Nicholas 2, Jeremiah, Ian, Wei Peng, Tristan, Angus, Elvis, George, Luke, Naresh, Joshua, Jonathan, Edward, Charles!!!) On days when I'm feeling low on the faith, it's because of you guys that I press on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates!! (Hesson, Conrad, Nick, Samuel Tan, Singchuen, Brandon, Joseph, Ejin, Gabriel, Yongkun, Marcus Tay, Hong Yi, Joshua Tan Min En, Austin, Remy, Leon, Shang Rong, plus Scholars!!!) I mean like the year couldn't have been complete without classmates right. So duh, you're here! Like another 365-minus-3-months days together, that must be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP freaks group!! (Steph, Yuai, Siyi, Jean, Jana plus guys who I've already mentioned) Hahah, spicing up my year for me. And yes, Yuai you're part of the MEP group! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Samantha, Jere, Letitia) Even though we're real busy and couldn't go out this holidays, it's still been great with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar people!!&lt;br /&gt;Serene!! Piercing Girl (:&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl!! SPECIAL FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Adele!! Fellow Music listener&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyin, Fellow Single Person, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth, Cool Musical Taste person.&lt;br /&gt;Sam Chan, My first unassociated GEP friend!&lt;br /&gt;JOYCE!! Extremely awesome Birthday Gift GIVER&lt;br /&gt;Kincheng! for Brightening up my day by remembering me.&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle, you're still my best friend =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and Relatives as always, I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'06 was seriously a really great year. Evidenced by the speed it passed by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in the year, there's nothing I regret about it, nothing I'd change if I had to. Kinda perfect, the way I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I still look forward to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More friend I'd hope I make! hahah making up for the small amount of really really close friends I have. (NO OFFENCE TO YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just excited about the surprises 2007 will bring me. O levels will be a drag though; I'd study a lot more than my 4% per year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE we'll finally go jamming! (Gabriel, Nick, Ejin) I'm always scared we won't have anything else to play though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very anxious about guitar! SYF '07 is coming and Orchestra B is far from up to par. Of course, as section leader I'm responsible for a fifth of the problem. Shit, it's so screwed up. Luckily I don't have a tagboard; it prevents comments =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Revolutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;Study more and END PROCRASTINATION!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;isn't that what I always say every year...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to end with a quote. Even if you think you can end off good, someone else has already done a lot better than you. Why not just take a piece of that goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Looking at other lives in Envy, you've already admitted defeat. Live your own life with pride, envy your own.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2335466349834740094?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2335466349834740094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2335466349834740094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2335466349834740094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2335466349834740094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/continued-i-wanna-thank-people-thanking.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-7581356518636342433</id><published>2007-01-01T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:28:40.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning!</title><content type='html'>Two more days till the start of the School Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great huh, cut hair, and buy uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakout Party 2007 @ FCBC, how did you guys spend your last day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-7581356518636342433?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/7581356518636342433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=7581356518636342433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7581356518636342433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/7581356518636342433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2007/01/beginning.html' title='beginning!'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-6544543076417347680</id><published>2006-12-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:24:11.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>politics</title><content type='html'>Of course, this era of the world was never something I was fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's just too short to pissed off;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; life, the world, other races. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well who am I to criticise other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the &lt;b&gt;unfair-ness&lt;/b&gt; of life can't be tolerated by those who have it hard. Poverty, Education, Upbringing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just gotta ask themselves &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Has anything they've done made them at least, happy?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've got enough time to be able to think up such as this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel all sympathised now!! but then again, it's not sympathy instead love that is longed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna like by a Red MotoRAZR and Red iPod Nano to help the AIDS FUNDING!!! Either that or I'll continue with my life as per normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's much easier, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-6544543076417347680?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/6544543076417347680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=6544543076417347680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6544543076417347680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/6544543076417347680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/politics.html' title='politics'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-5614990533083789376</id><published>2006-12-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:01:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;How could i survive without your love and the hope you bring.&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sky is falling down, I know I have you, and it's all I need.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL no relationship, just a burst of un-high-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored! I feel like playing Guild Wars: Nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST to show off my new graphics card. Anyone wanna buy at the same time as me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a moment, it was just a midnight highway that i was on, towards a hopeful dreamland that i'll imagine up. I've finally realised, you were never meant for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Deathnote 2!!! As I predicted it was really really draggy. Maybe because it was all talk. Most of the time there wasn't even any background music!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm thinking of your vague reply; so I can understand. Why we put this at rest, why we forget to say that we were leaving... Say that I was sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Daphne Loves Derby! They have meaningful lyrics, so go check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-5614990533083789376?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/5614990533083789376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=5614990533083789376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5614990533083789376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/5614990533083789376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-untitled.html' title='it was untitled'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-4058354148385439675</id><published>2006-12-26T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:09:50.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like chicken because I'm lazy to peel the flesh from the bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-4058354148385439675?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/4058354148385439675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=4058354148385439675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4058354148385439675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/4058354148385439675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-like-chicken-because-im-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-512597456433098576</id><published>2006-12-26T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:00:42.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day</title><content type='html'>Just went to get my sister's books over at Kent Ridge SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that place is quite cool! I mean like, it has a sheltered carpark!!! THAT MUST COUNT FOR SOMETHING RIGHT?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school still doesn't have that, so wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, just moved the com out into the Living Room. The wireless doesn't want to work itself so I've gotta use my hands to move it to the router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH WHAT AM I SAYING!!! I'm actually talking about my life today. I mean like that shouldn't be huh. It's a public journal, so since it's public. I should be talking about public stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;font color=red&gt;PAP&lt;/font&gt;: that's public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-512597456433098576?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/512597456433098576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=512597456433098576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/512597456433098576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/512597456433098576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/boxing-day.html' title='boxing day'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-2475150036864600148</id><published>2006-12-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:18:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the mirror is it's homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inhabitant, i envy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-2475150036864600148?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/2475150036864600148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=2475150036864600148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2475150036864600148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/2475150036864600148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/mirror-is-its-homeland.html' title=''/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-3206376740721178441</id><published>2006-12-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:55:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eve eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white size=+3&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened to me on this belittled holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think you guys are taking Christmas Eve Eve for granted la. &lt;B&gt;IT'S THE DAY BEFORE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like almost Christmas! Only two days before. Sorta fun day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Lim's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have cool shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the parts that I was getting but I was just a lil sad that my parent's budget didn't allow the &lt;font color=white&gt;Quad-core&lt;/font&gt; intel chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;DOES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sound cooler than Dual-core right? I mean like, when on Earth do you hear the word QUAD ever?? Maybe in Math class, but that's besides the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;320GB HDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1GB DDRAM (512M x 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadtek 7300 GeForce 256Mbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus some other weird stuff that I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, at least now I can play some games that I've been trying to work on my old computer! Although I'm not really much of a gaming person nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though I played Puzzle Pirates and Gunbound not to long ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve Eve people! Hope last minute Christmas shopping didn't suck for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-3206376740721178441?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/3206376740721178441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=3206376740721178441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3206376740721178441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/3206376740721178441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/eve-eve.html' title='eve eve'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-1282484913431436869</id><published>2006-12-23T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:06:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=white size=+3&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EJIN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my favourite guitar encyclopedia. lol, well i've still got next year with you... and maybe next year if I ever get 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning this new song by &lt;font color=white&gt;Killswitch Engage&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not like &lt;font color=white&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH I'M SPITING YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they have MELODIC LINES, why don't you listen to them instead of BFMV? They're so so so much cooler, and have metalcore riffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AMAZING HUH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well outing with Gabriel, Yuai, Conrad(sorta), Steph, Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere wasn't really good, but I still had fun with you guys la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there was no ice-skating ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-1282484913431436869?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/1282484913431436869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=1282484913431436869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1282484913431436869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/1282484913431436869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='christmas?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-309800257664771018</id><published>2006-12-21T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:37:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rise against</title><content type='html'>i like anti-political bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Thanks Hesson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;for the CDs that you'll be lending me sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=white size=+1&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEY ALL YOU PASSERS-BY OUT THERE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help in getting out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just like cancelling on me, tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color='#333333'&gt;Yes, Denise, I'm referring to you...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-309800257664771018?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/309800257664771018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=309800257664771018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/309800257664771018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/309800257664771018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/rise-against.html' title='rise against'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942704.post-8403870716874123947</id><published>2006-12-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:55:22.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing on the walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe be we, why don't we&lt;br /&gt;sit right here for half an hour&lt;br /&gt;we could speak of what&lt;br /&gt;a waste i am&lt;br /&gt;and how we missed your beat again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship problems are a drag. Maybe that's why I decided to put that up *points to partial lyrics above* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's a guy singing, you have the girl sitting him down for the millionth time, talking about how it's always his fault. how the relationship won't go according to her plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA DON'T WORRY, nothing happened to me!!! i just felt like thinking of what the song means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this song can even apply to the ladies as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're a fan of post-hardcore, melodic straightedge THEN GO LISTEN TO IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#333333"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.speedlifes.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2Funderoath-09-writing_on_the_walls.rbs&amp;colors=body:#333333;border:#333333;button:#D6FF3E;player_text:#D6FF3E;playlist_text:#D6FF3E;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa screaming thought, don't worry, it's a christian band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing on the Walls by &lt;font color=white&gt;Underoath&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white size='+4'&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, that's all today, played monopoly. BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave you the rest of the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place&lt;br /&gt;To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in&lt;br /&gt;I’m short on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you try and &lt;br /&gt;(But mostly what they show you)&lt;br /&gt;fit the shape of what they tell you &lt;br /&gt;(That brings us home)&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate we can’t keep up but&lt;br /&gt;(I’m taking back all the things I said)&lt;br /&gt;I sure can’t just sit still&lt;br /&gt;(Keep me filled in, I swear I’ll come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re almost gone and I’m ok &lt;br /&gt;(I still see your shadow)&lt;br /&gt;to give you time to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;(but never your face again)&lt;br /&gt;I remember your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God you come down&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God you can feel this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there must be some way out of here &lt;br /&gt;(and all of them will be waiting here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942704-8403870716874123947?l=imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/feeds/8403870716874123947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19942704&amp;postID=8403870716874123947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8403870716874123947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19942704/posts/default/8403870716874123947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectgrandeur.blogspot.com/2006/12/writing-on-walls.html' title='writing on the walls'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14441509342215762385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
