<?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-10165035</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:28:38.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Craps</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes, a Knight's life isnt just abt those glorious defeat of dragons, managing those Princess troubles, triumphing over fellow Jalkans in duels, mugging for swordsman techniques and rushing through scrolls after scrolls of crap....I mean..life shld be more than just that</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112929774104751968</id><published>2005-10-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T06:49:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack...Kenna KOed</title><content type='html'>This is nonsense. The shroom force struck hard and fast tat morning of the attack. We targetted the locust base camp at Chem Peaks and to reach there, we need to bypass the Chem Swamp and take a long route around Bio Jungle. Prior to tat, the Elder and the Council of Shroom Army gave us a briefing on the S-trike. It was great plan. Pass through Bio Jungle and whack Chem Peak. Prob is WE GOT STALLED LIKE SIAO in the Jungle!!! The locust seem to got wiff of out plans. We got ambushed in Jungle. And it is tat bad. Our forces got taken out in huge numbers. Morale gone. Only a few members in our Colony managed to pull through. And two got into Operation foreces. Tat's not the point. When we finally tugged through tat Jungle, we kenna whacked by huge forces of locust forces at the edge of Chem Peaks. AND IT IS TAT BAD.&lt;br /&gt;TAT BAD. Our Colony got whacked pretty badly. We got pushed to the edge of Chem Swamps. And as usual, we cant cross. And our forces are plummeted. Looks like we haf to find a way to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112929774104751968?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112929774104751968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112929774104751968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112929774104751968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112929774104751968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/attackkenna-koed.html' title='Attack...Kenna KOed'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112912733568304767</id><published>2005-10-12T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:33:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The War after the March</title><content type='html'>Muahaha so wad if we reached the safe forest. Those dumb locust punks are still gonna attack the forest. And they haf alreadi set up camp to attack. Oh my. Wad a life. After slacking for a few days after the Pre-emptive, Rough, Overextended, March Over to safety (PROMOS) which includes wandering aimlessly arnd the forest town, pooling at out of point places, going for a Colony party and conqueoring towers and whacking creeps, and then we got news tat those locust are declaring war. Our Elder rushed us into battle. Wahaha i like his style the days of running are over... Bleh Time to fight. Mobilising the entire Colony, the Elder declared a new Operation, codenamed Rushing Endlessly and Slashing Up Locusts Thoroughly (RESULT) agaisnt those dumb locust. Too bad they picked a fight wif the wrong guys.... err Shrooms. So here's the plan. By dawn tmr, the Shroom army will launch a behemoth strike on the locust army without prior warning. A surprise attack on the locust camp situated at Chem Peaks. And hopefully, give those locusts a thrashing good time b4 sending them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Entry... This will be a victory of a lifetime. Roughly translated from Huang Gai, Wu officer commenting on the fire attack during the battle of Chi Bi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112912733568304767?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112912733568304767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112912733568304767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112912733568304767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112912733568304767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/war-after-march.html' title='The War after the March'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112879075266228702</id><published>2005-10-08T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:01:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Other time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes its black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes its white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes shes wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes im right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we talk about it or we figure it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then she just changed her mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes shes hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes im cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes my head wants to explode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.... Haha. Maybe i aint serious.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i aint serious enuff...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i m jus being myself...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i like being relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my serious equal to my not serious behaviour...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i m talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;But when i think abt it... i m serious... every other time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RITE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112879075266228702?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112879075266228702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112879075266228702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112879075266228702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112879075266228702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/every-other-time.html' title='Every Other time'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112860509123942766</id><published>2005-10-06T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:24:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL ROUTE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Through wif Bio Jungle... now to the final pathway. The locust are closing in on all the grps of shrooms. Somehow all the shroom fractions survive. From the Phys Terrain, the FM Desert and the Bio Jungle, all three converge on the final route b4 the final forest home. Wohoo. The Maths Field. An open nonsense. The locust are coming... and we are departing to our new home haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises new beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112860509123942766?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112860509123942766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112860509123942766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112860509123942766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112860509123942766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/final-route.html' title='FINAL ROUTE!!!!!!'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112860424209319635</id><published>2005-10-05T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:10:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The March. The Jungle. The Field</title><content type='html'>Wahaha... manage to start off for bio jungle this morning. Right till the march i was still cramping as much food as i can.. all those transcriptions and translation and guess wad... photosynthesis.. quite ironical for a fungi like me. Anyway hahaha ... DIDNT REALISE transcription and translation was reali in need and to think my fren was discouraging me to MUG tat morning. Felt like crying and laughing. To think i forgot all those i read through haha. Struggled through the jungle. Almost died. Once again threw my MCQs away wif all Bs. See if i can live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112860424209319635?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112860424209319635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112860424209319635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112860424209319635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112860424209319635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/march-jungle-field.html' title='The March. The Jungle. The Field'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112843897824210338</id><published>2005-10-04T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:16:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spilt... and the North</title><content type='html'>Hmm... our Shroom Colony does slp early haha. It's 11 plus and i dun see anyone that's not off or away. Haha. Oh my. Bad news. The locust invasion is proceeding faster than expected. They are apperantly chasing us to Chem Peaks. Talk about determination. So the elder decided to call for a splitting of routes and verious shroom fractions take on different routes to the destination. Jus after setting up at Chem Peaks, one fraction set off for FM Desert while another went through Lit Marshes. Those lucky pple like me get to slp and proceed on journey the next day. Well haha guess wad, my grp is going North, onwards to Historical Plains. Talk abt irony. The route there is strewn wif strained arms... nonsensical crapping ... case studies flooding.. and talks abt the old old old Shroom Frost War. Wah. Reached there at 4... started at 1.. 3 hours of non stop crap. Set Camp. Marching on to Bio Jungle tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112843897824210338?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112843897824210338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112843897824210338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112843897824210338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112843897824210338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/spilt-and-north.html' title='The Spilt... and the North'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112843846078492208</id><published>2005-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:07:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onwards to Chem Peaks</title><content type='html'>Muahaha. Finally after all those nonsensically MUGging, the Shroom tribe had decided to move on to avoid the locust invasion. Haha todae we set off from General Plateau further eastwards to a a mountainous region known as Chem Peaks. Well done. From the name u can guess the amount of time wasted MUGging to prepare the Shroom population form this hazardrous journey, ranging from Enthaply heat surges to weird equilibriums. Somehow we managed to make it... Woohoo. Haha most of us hopefully survive. At least it was a much better encounter compared to the last experience... And to think our destination lies just further eastwards across Chem Peaks and the dreadful CHEM Swamp. Haha if i cant even survive the route to Chem peak... wad abt Chem Swamp haha.. to think i actually wanted to take that route haha... Looks like we haf to set camp at Peaks haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112843846078492208?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112843846078492208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112843846078492208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112843846078492208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112843846078492208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/10/onwards-to-chem-peaks.html' title='Onwards to Chem Peaks'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112809720353614262</id><published>2005-09-30T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:20:03.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories consumed......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the entry: I, I'm really falling for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                        I, hate what you're putting me through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                       What have you done to me now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                        I just can't sleep at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop the analogy for an entry again haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha long time since i last saw my fellow peeps haha. Well if not for my cousin's wedding i dun think we get to meet again. Once again a whole lot of crap and nonsense. Since when not? Haha reminds me of those funny times during the primary sch years. All those crappy stuffs... alien attacks.. fishing.. Age of Empire... chilli crabs... biking...TUITION!!!...bible studies... Gamecube... Nintendo 64...bed crashing... Britney Spears... mazes... drawings...National Geo... ghost terror... maid nonsense... dengue fever... power rangers... germs invasion... bed jumping... sandbag throwing... camping... chair rolling... All those out of point years b4 i even went to AC.. Ahhh brings back fond memories. Haha reali reali reali reali miss those old old messed up times. Haha seriously hope all those could come back... all 6 of us haha. Then again tat Sarah zhaoing overseas very soon... so is Gid.. Haiz... ever since there's some massive quarrel between our parents. STUPID. I REALI MISS THOSE OLD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard abt my childhood fren. Dunno felt nostalgic and numb all of a sudden. She's in p-timing poly and working. Haf a kind of detached feeling. She's like one of my best pals eons back. Missed her all of a sudden. All those dumb times again.. Ghost hunting... picture throwings... camping outside book store... fishing wif crockcroach haha... And to think she's one of the bright sparks in our class. Tat was all b4 i changed to Rosyth and left the neighbourhood altogether. Both same year.. same class... same gang... such diff lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHH Where's my time machine!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112809720353614262?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112809720353614262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112809720353614262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112809720353614262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112809720353614262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/memories-consumed.html' title='Memories consumed......'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112800168865460454</id><published>2005-09-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T06:48:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MARCH</title><content type='html'>Well well well... finally after 4 days of intense MUGGING... we are starting the march. From our current forest to the next, we need to conduct a 5 day march eastwards. So jus in time to avoid the locust, we set off for Gaia Plateau, better known as GP todae. Quite a long long march, littered wif nonsense conversation topics ranging from professional sportsman to techno to science and ethnics to talents... and of cos troubled by the desire to watch children TV... Rite... (kinda dumb everytime i used this word i get retardedly reminded of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up camp at the Plateau... then found out smth quite beneficial as well as retarded... the locust attack is delayed by the sudden change of wind... so according to the elder, they will apparently strike 3 days later.. on monday. So basically more time to MUG.. Hooray... (can u detect how excited i seem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Finally 630 is here! Wohoo!!!!!! I love it haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112800168865460454?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112800168865460454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112800168865460454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112800168865460454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112800168865460454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/march.html' title='The MARCH'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112790853030475440</id><published>2005-09-27T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T04:55:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Caravan Life.....</title><content type='html'>Drop the analogy for one entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting quite crappy nowadays on blogs haha... all those court cases and i dunno wad. Haha i m kinda surprised at how the desire to slack manifest in me during the examinations times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs back, EOY was mass reading comics...&lt;br /&gt;Last year Mids was playing mindless card games...&lt;br /&gt;Prelims was staring at clouds...&lt;br /&gt;Os was going for nonsensical beach outings... and when i mean nonsensical... i mean nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year happens to be experiencing a caravan life. Eat, Slp, Talk, Mug (hardly actually), Fight, Sit, Stand, Joke, Sing... in the CAR. Dun ask me why... there's smth wif my faminly and me going on out of the world trips in the car this Sept. And off for some toilet break and window shopping... and back in the car again... THIS IS PRETTY MUCH QUITE CRAPPY isnt it... Out of the 4 possible days of studying, 3 are wasted in a car. Reminds me of those tour trips haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today... more like got knocked awake today. Felt kinda crappy. Looked out at the clouds. And thought to myself... Wad a nice day... shld study outside... How abt parkway? And tat's wad i did. Even though i dun quite exactly live near it. Cant find anyone to go along. So dragging my ever so willing brother along to parkway. Boy it was cold. If anyone notice a fag jumping up and down, drinking a million cups of coffee and sitting next to a perpetually asleep guy. Well tat's me in tat cafe thingy besides MPH. Their coffee's quite nice actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well still didnt mug much haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112790853030475440?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112790853030475440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112790853030475440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112790853030475440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112790853030475440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/caravan-life.html' title='A Caravan Life.....'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112767079364748941</id><published>2005-09-25T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T10:53:13.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to the March....4</title><content type='html'>Wad a CRAPPY day. Supposed to start collecting food in the hist plains... apparently didnt. Did only Chem Ionic Equil today ... and couldnt finish. Spend my entire day out wif my Shroom Genus... leaving the nite... And guess wad. I cant even finish 2 qns. Staring into blank space. To think it's 2 in the morning alreadi. This is nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to the March :4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112767079364748941?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112767079364748941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112767079364748941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112767079364748941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112767079364748941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/countdown-to-march4.html' title='Countdown to the March....4'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112758292626829283</id><published>2005-09-24T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T10:28:46.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Forest to Forest... The March</title><content type='html'>Haha... Life as a shroom isnt tat easy after all.... Food... escape from predators.... Food.... and more escapes. K it does sound quite easy haha. Tat's y it's my kind of simplistic life isnt it. Haha going through a tough patch recently... my orange's cap is whitening alreadi. The point is our Shroom forest is once again plagued by the onslaught of the Locust population. Those digusting filty nonsensical b******... must strike and wipe off our kind all arnd the yr... We haf enough predator probs to deal wif alreadi. Those dumb locusts...quite a few of the Mushroom villages at the edge of the forest are all devastated... And tat wind is blowing them towards the south of the forest... namely our village. (Scenario sounds rather copied isnt it haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the main part.... our elder mushroom... in attempt to save our entire village from the brink of destruction, ordered us on a giant evacuation to another forest not far away... safe from the clutches of those locusts for the time being. Codenamed the Pre-emptive, Rough, Overextended, March Over-to, Safetly... (PROMOS). To cope wif the food prob during our March to the next forest, our Elder launched a grand  food collection project known as Mutual Ulitlizing of Goods (MUG), tat is to massively collectivise food crops and share it among fellow shrooms. Well the locust are destined to strike by next thurs, so we haf plenty of time to do so and leave... hopefully in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tat MUG thingy is launched and our village is close to hysterical in the food collection area. Well basically, long b4 this project was launched, our fellow villagers being far sighted Shrooms, had alreadi forsaw the attack of the Locust... and gathered themselves in Strategic Temporary Unions of Demand and supplY (STUDY), grps which collect and sell some food out to fellow shrooms while making profits in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's not the pt... haha well looks like i haf to start collecting food for the march too... Ouch. Realised tat i haven even packed my luggage for the March. Haf to start wif my money. It's kind of diff for me to caculate... not to say differientiation. Haha then comes my personal food supply. Haha 1 large chunk of bio products. All not touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up... There's still my water supples and the chemicals. Wif all these overdue stuffs done, haf to start collecting too. I think i shld start collecting from the Historical Plains north of the Forest... Haven been there for a long time and FORGOT how it looks like alreadi... Better go MUG there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr promises a new beginning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112758292626829283?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112758292626829283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112758292626829283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112758292626829283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112758292626829283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-forest-to-forest-march.html' title='From Forest to Forest... The March'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112748385692494896</id><published>2005-09-23T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T06:57:36.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.. the Mushroom Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="CWINDOWSDesktopPirates.JPG" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385719_topPirates.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in?(many"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Yeah pirate...  i like all those adventuring nonsense and my i like tat kind of life in the show.. those carefree sponstaneous crap... but wad's wif the no love crap... oh no dun tell me i wun find someone special? Bleh touch wood haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112748385692494896?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112748385692494896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112748385692494896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112748385692494896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112748385692494896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha-mushroom-pirate.html' title='Haha.. the Mushroom Pirate'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112747937860035191</id><published>2005-09-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T06:00:01.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Knight to a Shroom</title><content type='html'>Haha... knowing tat i m the master of analogies.. and tat i got pretty sick of the Knight nonsense liao... guess wad... it's Mushroom time haha. It's like the childish side of me u never knew... well tat might be a fallacy... Seeing me here meant.. yar i m once agan feeling quite sianz haha. This entry is prob the last one u see written normally... FOR A LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i like mushrooms... and the pt is i m like living my life nonsensically now. Waking up zombified... going to sch to stone.. and mass insulted quite a lot of pple...pissing countless others. Haha so it's the time of the term again ( not month bleh) to reflect. Made a vow wif someone to do tat some time ago. Sorry peeps for all those mishaps unglam craps i ended up doing... aint in a sane mood recently (yes it's jus recently) haha. Thx for being such a nice class... even though i ended spaming and irritating the majority of u... haha jus like to say sorrie to the few i irritated over the limit... XY sorrie for calling u a man and all those nonsense rubbish (well i supposed it's smth to do wif our clashing elemental/zodaic signs or birth date wad not.. but i m sorrie nonetheless).. Wan Lin... for insulting ur hair.... it's quite nice...Ryan... sorrie for pangsehing u all the time and let u wait in sch for nothing... Xin Ling and ur shorty craps, u aint tat short after all... i seen shorter guys... samuel will noe who. Christie.. yar u dun look like a maid.. and sorrie to say u dun look like Cho Chang either.. just kidding haha sorrie arh... and then there's lester and i cant remember wad nonsense i muttered to u... Yams and the Yamega Yamini PMS nonsense....and tat jeremy... haha sorrie bout all those colour nonsense... u noe preserve racial harmony... YY and the mirror/ego/lying nonsense...And JW... and Ivan.. ChengLeng...Suef and Mel the Bell and tat wonderful guy couple Mel and Fel... my PW grp for putting up wif all those irresponsible behaviour haha(the Liero at WR venue sorrie Clare and Farah) and tat Orphanage interview... sorrie Wan Jun haha...the OG.. for stoning there in the morning... dunno whether tat's a good thing haha and a lot lot of countless others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me k haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again tmr promises a new beginning haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i like shrooms.. they're like hiding admist the forest... sheltered from the natural catastrophes.. like sheltered from the reality.... and yet living a simple, fulfilling fun life. Well tat shroom gotta face the reality soon.. But till then.. let the child be the child..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new analogy begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112747937860035191?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112747937860035191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112747937860035191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112747937860035191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112747937860035191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-knight-to-shroom.html' title='From a Knight to a Shroom'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112740779343066047</id><published>2005-09-22T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:49:53.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is nonsense</title><content type='html'>Haha changed the format finally... This one looks more me haha well at least it seems to reflect my inner self haha... Haha tat's kinda nonsensical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha talking nonsense again... went sch. Intended to pon. If not for my brother. Ended up there mentally and physically exhausted. Talk abt good nite slp... no... good morning slp. Bio was cold... and cold is good cos prevents me from falling asleep. It will be dumb to come to sch to slp isnt it. Zhao after bio to canteen... stoned... seriously.. i think i m getting negative influences from sikhis. Then stoned in hist and attemptted to pon chem. Met Yii Wen and decided to give it a shot. Woah 3 pple wif bald.... And the LT is 1/3 filled. Talk abt practicallity. This is more nonsensical. Lost track of the lecturer half way and barely followed through... Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a sikhis and went home. Fell asleep. Well done. Woke up attempted to study. Did PW. Fell asleep. Woke up. Try to do differentiation. Stuck. Fell asleep. Woke up. So much so for studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112740779343066047?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112740779343066047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112740779343066047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112740779343066047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112740779343066047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-nonsense.html' title='This is nonsense'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112721704522475411</id><published>2005-09-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:53:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Entry: Frappuccino coffee drink... A Lowfat Creamy Blend of Starbucks Coffee and Milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like my bunk. It sort of evolve as i grow up... and i reali like the way it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine a room, neither big or wide... jus barely enuff to stuff 2 queen size beds in and has caved in closets and tables and chairs arranged in werid angles. Well... tat's my room for ya. Every single corner is ultilised to its capacity... accentuating some sortof cozy feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine bursting through the door.... and slamming my tripod and dart set behind the door to smithereens. Wad hits ur eye first will be my unkempt nature and my reluctance to tidy up the place. On the right are my wardrobe... positioned so meticulously in front of my bed that it has barely enuff space to swing wide open. Slothed against the bed and wardrobe are my fencing nonsense and my uncle's guitar which i still seemed unable to play... and hanging on the wall far up... my tennis rackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My bed... woah still as untidy as ever... and stashed next to it... my brother's bed, wif a gap in between known as the No Man's Land whereby all random stuffs are strewn across. Imagine the door again. Right in front is a fridge like cardboard packed wif secondary sch stuffs. Then comes my table and my radio. My table.. never was it tidy... ladened wif surveniors all over the world and my work haha. Next to all those is my room phone, family lap which is soon becoming my bro's anime tv and lots of artificial and biological air fresheners to mask those unhappening ordours. Next to tat's my desktop... and piled up on my CPU are my music CDs. On top of my table's more cardboards and countless figurines and models and my deceptively full piggy ever since i was a kid. Under the table's my JC stuffs... my tennis balls... my speakers and my cam and some board games and all those primary stuffs... Then next to my table is my bro's .... and his random stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like my room.... i have a funny feeling my life's a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And tat's y i like it... it's hilarious to watch it when i m old haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112721704522475411?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112721704522475411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112721704522475411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112721704522475411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112721704522475411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112705679479057514</id><published>2005-09-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:30:16.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the entry: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the Way the Truth and the Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i live by Faith and not by sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll live it all for You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seemed to haf forgotten.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112705679479057514?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112705679479057514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112705679479057514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112705679479057514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112705679479057514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/awakening.html' title='Awakening'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112661316766104002</id><published>2005-09-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T05:06:07.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the entry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause inside I realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's not alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha i dun feel like mugging at all... even though promos are coming........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Countdown to 630&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112661316766104002?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112661316766104002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112661316766104002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112661316766104002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112661316766104002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/absolute-nonsense.html' title='Absolute Nonsense'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112653327603338796</id><published>2005-09-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T06:54:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Insight to Life... It seems that everything is changing... but in fact nothing except your view of the world is the thing changing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meal of 4 catered tat taste as good as hawker centre food-- $72.90&lt;br /&gt;Some journey down a mountain---$8.00&lt;br /&gt;To Watch a movie of some fat gal getting married---$18.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To play tennis in some foreign tropical area crawling wif mosquitoes--$10.90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smile on my face when i get dengue.... priceless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;630... something to look forward to.... end of the month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112653327603338796?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112653327603338796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112653327603338796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112653327603338796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112653327603338796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/advertisement.html' title='An Advertisement'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112593964399492964</id><published>2005-09-04T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:02:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha... sobsob</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Entry..................i cant think of any................. it's kinda late anyway haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jen's gone... Kinda empty.... kinda sad.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha the OG's somehow back together... and ironically Jen's gone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like yesterday during orientation Jen told us he's leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I supposed CY's secretly crying at home.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I m sprouting nonsense as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And well Jen dun die out there.... and get urself blonde while u r at it haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112593964399492964?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112593964399492964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112593964399492964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112593964399492964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112593964399492964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha-sobsob.html' title='Haha... sobsob'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112555431999029855</id><published>2005-08-31T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:58:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Educator</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day "I could have been a loser kid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                     And ran away and hid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                     But I said I'd do it and I did."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now looking back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad i crashed the celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Why is our school overrun by random pple-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112555431999029855?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112555431999029855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112555431999029855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112555431999029855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112555431999029855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/08/educator.html' title='The Educator'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112437323424972004</id><published>2005-08-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:53:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book of Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the entry: The difference between stupidity and genius is tat genius has its limits. Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha... been a long time since i last entered a wordy non philosophical entry. This place is rotting even worse than my burnt hands and a 7 year decomposing tree trunk added together.  Haha been thinking a lot of irrelevent stuffs lately tat doesnt seem to concern me ( this proves i can think mind u... :) ) The pt is... wad will happen to me when i cant think... or to a pt cant remember. Isnt the world a collection of memories? Wad will happen to us if one day we all woke up and wonder who and where the heck are we... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well to prevent me from ever forgeting any of these rather dumb and out of pt times... i decided to record it haha to at least leave me a reference pt if one day i turned senile ( i haf a funny feeling i m starting to be one alreadi)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well a perfect summary of the above nonsenses... i haf once again became so sianz as to start blogging again. Well wad can i say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Siege of Central Taelsit came and go and Phyllia barely won... while we got locked in a statement of close to 2 weeks without results. Barely survived the injuries... cant help it didnt even reali train for the war in the first place. Alchemy SPArring came and go again this time to list the ingredients of the potion used to spark off an explosion.. Well after all those nonsense, plenty Phyllians disatisfied wif the poor behaviours of the Knights at the battle started giving  re-mediVal educations... tat's almost everyday after Congress... and there's the grp of RM (the reformed muggers)... and of cos the Muggers in Training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well besides all these and a thrashing defeat at the recent Gladiators champs wll nothing seems abnormal.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112437323424972004?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112437323424972004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112437323424972004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112437323424972004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112437323424972004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-book-of-memories.html' title='My Book of Memories'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112394522195579840</id><published>2005-08-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T08:03:54.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kingdom.... My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the entry: Stories of yesterday are history of tmr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being forgotten a sin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112394522195579840?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112394522195579840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112394522195579840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112394522195579840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112394522195579840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-kingdom-my-life.html' title='My Kingdom.... My Life'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-112377184841889392</id><published>2005-08-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T07:52:42.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time fades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: If i dun hold my blade, i cant protect u... if i held my blade, i cant hold u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What will become of memories when u forget them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-112377184841889392?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/112377184841889392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=112377184841889392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112377184841889392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/112377184841889392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-fades.html' title='Time fades...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111806523011160917</id><published>2005-06-06T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T06:40:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still searching for the thing i call me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Insights to Life... maybe i shld stop all those all niters very soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is once again another of my stupid ramblings... Been looking at the past 6 months ever since i got attached to Republic... to be specific... the past 3 months ever since those fun Order and Operation craps faded away... Found out i cant really juggle stuffs well... not tat i m dying in Congress craps... wait i m dying... my sad existence of wad i termed as life is in ruins... well maybe i haf nothing much to brag abt in the first place. Republic is a very very COLD place.  No sorrie, it nears the equator. I cant seem to relate to it. It's like u feel so alienated in the sch... as in wifout all those pple u noe beside u. It's like there's no sense of belonging.. and i dun think i m the onli one... K i may be from Assault... then again. IT"S A PRETTY PATHETIC EXAMPLE OF A CONGRESS... SERIOUSLY!!!!!!! Haiz. Everyone basically has this set routine...k maybe i dun reali haf ... but then again... notice pple jus disappear as and when they one... during Congress and DIRECTLY after congress.. K look at my council... Talk abt unity. Merchants vs those Symbologists. Whoa so cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K back to my cheerful self... i still dunno wad i m... k i m ever so easily influenced by pple. I keep thinking i m those tat couldnt care less... like those in those Wushu novels tat roam around fighting for the good of the pple. At least tat's wad i wanna be. I jus dun like the idea of being bound... k maybe i m contradicting myself abt the being bound and the sense of belonging part.. then again this is part of my ramblings. I get insulted... and either i m so sianz, or couldnt care less.. or jus dun insult back in fear of sending home crying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha... i dunno who i m.. i look into the mirror and dun see the person i intended to see. Did i change? for good or worse... I wanna be the person i wanna be. And now i dun even noe whether i still wanna be tat kind of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wadever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth can pull through.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111806523011160917?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111806523011160917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111806523011160917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111806523011160917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111806523011160917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-searching-for-thing-i-call-me.html' title='Still searching for the thing i call me...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111741841895171054</id><published>2005-05-29T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:00:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings... rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Entry: Redbull gives u wings. GPbull gives u false hopes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha... this blog feels so dead ever since i changed the format. Dun reali feel like blogging at all... and haha and due to technical disabilities i cant blog much anyway. Haha so it's June Hols liao. Days jus zoomed past. WAH 1/4 of Congress attachment has ended. After the remaining 3/4, National Stable and then Union will all start coming up. Like 4 yrs back,  i never knew i was so so SO SO close to a possilbe graduation. Haha.. i still didnt realise earlier this yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plenty much things happened this few days. Remember the siege on Central Taelsit? Yar, we need to gather info on the enemy troops b4 the actual invasion. And Violia! last Wed got sent into Central Taelsit as some sort of spy to gather info from local peasants. TA DA TA DAAH... Communication skills needed. WAH 12 possible fields of info gathering and i muz choose like the most nonsensical--&gt; MARRIAGE!? Wad the......and to think there's still the need to apply all these info on the day of the invasion!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somemore after the crappy spying which i think i didnt gather anything.. (OH MAN.. I THINK I WILL FAIL COMMUNICATIONS)  Then we got caught by the troops of Taelsit... WAH Run Run RUN!!! Some other Jalkans and me on this mission zhao all around Taelsit. Haha The we ended up on the some dumb river that links Phyllia and Taelsit.  Raft Power!!! Haha kayak like siao back to the shores of Phyllia despite the arrows!! And to think most of us capsized half way and haf to swim through tat DIRTY RIVER!!!!!!!!!!! YUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 month to the siege... haha slacking in base camp now. Wah guard duty is imposed on me again!!! Haha kinda pissed my Fuhur off by whacking everyday outside... going on missions early in the morning and coming home super late at nite... for like 5 days liao. Every since the June vacation arrived. WAH the last day of Congress on this term. To think i actually thought the Council would go out or smth.... TO THINK the COUNCIL disappeared after Council ...no... b4 PT. WAD NONSENSE. WAD KIND OF SICK COUNCIL IS THIS. PLS LOL IT's THE LAST DAY OF CONGRESS FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!! HOW COME THERE"S LIKE NOOO CONGRESS BONDING STUFFS @%^@$.. Went to hang out wif the Symbology pple and tried my best to understand their prick and thumb nonsense.. Pretty funny.. Then met Yam's fren haha.. k tat's not the pt. Then zhao wif Ivan to watch Daisy. Pretty gd... reminds me of harry potter.. the stone in the pic, the midnight robed sneaking, the hockey... AHEM AHEM.. and then wah we learnt how to plae stationary hockey... Sure sound like fun haha... and then the lesbianism and the i m ur father... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah... life pretty much goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth can pull through.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111741841895171054?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111741841895171054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111741841895171054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111741841895171054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111741841895171054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/05/rantings-rantings.html' title='Rantings... rantings'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111665359100304828</id><published>2005-05-20T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:52:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLIMITED POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Entry... Destroy the Sith We must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M so dead. Ever so dead... my Congress stuffs are dying... my Strategic movement scrolls are like due last week... my Alchemy I do not understand... my first aid is wounding me especially wif the SPArring this week... i failed communications... wif tat kind of mentor who cant fail?! I guess the lone survivor is History of Wardare... maybe cos we do onl 1 scroll per term... so cant tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like reading some History scrolls the other day while practising making potions.... and i came across some interesting facts... Phyllia didnt reali exist last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAJOR SPOILER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A long long time ago... in a kingdom far far away... there exist this major democratic senate of countries. Among them was a state known as Phyllia, famous for its Knights, which with mentors trained from Jalkans to capable warriors wif aibilties to fight for the Congress and the state. However, wif the good comes the bad. Among the senate exisit a ominous force... the Dark Lord and his apprentice... of cos wif that came the Separist movements and the major Knight Wars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then a powerful Knight wif the name of A was promoted to Council status... without a master status. Of cos being all powerful and wif socery skills... together wif the psychoing of the Dark Lord in disguise went over to the dark side... wif the cutting off of some M W Knight master's hands.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then came the destruction of the Congress and the carrying out of order 66... and then an O Knight had to slay the A Lord on higher ground in some dumb volcano... but the Empire was set up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yada yada... the Y green thingy lost. The Congress was destroyed. Some P gal died cos she lost the will to live. The warriors became storm troopers. G G the bad guy is some useless fag that has 4 swords and still got killed by... A GUN!? Some C D bugger died less than 30 mins into the war... when he was like all so powerful last year... and some P senator got defaced... by UNLIMITED POWER... and the A guy went over to the dark side wif a snap of the fingers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yar tat's abt it... of cos the Empire was finally destroyed and the Knight system is finally back up wif some L guy... and viola... our current lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth survive.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111665359100304828?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111665359100304828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111665359100304828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111665359100304828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111665359100304828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/05/unlimited-power.html' title='UNLIMITED POWER'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111599395135822881</id><published>2005-05-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T07:19:11.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Insights to Life... k i decided to go back in time... cos more and more pple got to know of this secluded blog... and not understanding it. So wif this blog onwards, this section is changed to Fact of Entry once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact of Entry... For all those who are still blur at wad's on ur screen, pls refer to the first blog entry, sometime in March..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah... finally changed the blog template.. haha.. look's like my sianness actually managed to overcome my laziness and Congress craps. Haha took me a loooooonnnggg time.. and many encouragements..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.. hey JW and Ivan.. thx for taking my nonsense for one whole week haha... sorrie for pissing both of u off sometimes this week.. haha.. especially during dance nite and i dunno some other nonsense.. forgive me k.. and pls cut those mango craps.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah... time sure flew arh? haha i jus haf this urged to blog during this lucky day... Prob is my Central is totally down due to some fag virus my fellow battlion bro Jalkan caught.. Haiz..Now i haf to kope my Knight's Fuhur's Central.. when he's on mission or some court orders or jus when he zonked out... tat makes the blog entry decrease my a vast amt... and it wasnt very rampant b4 tat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Council thingy? Still alive... dragged my Elizabeth to Congress...jus to face non stop rantings by those mentors. ARGH didnt even practise anything LEH!!! Die liao... somehow managed to survive this week haha..and i like didnt do anything... i jus went back to base camp to slp everyday... after Congress and swordsman practices.. (and after pissing pple off in Hearts... and getting pissed off slightly cos the Council sure disappear after Congress...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Vanguard Jalkan Congress last Fri.. to watch some Shakespearen plays...They were shockingly good.. of cos wif me Assault buddy acting as some straight fruit... and a natural...and some gay stoner tat sits like a fag at a corner WAH. Haha didnt see those Assault guys for a long time liao... still the same as random as moblie as b4. Looks like these these gayified fruitiness doesnt change.. Too bad those debators didnt come.. i can imagine them cracking at the sexual PUNs... (kinda got remembered of a lit teacher back in Assault)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swordsman Barracks... weekend.. A dragon full of dff from scouting camp tat some loser White Knight and team organised Scouting Barracks... Not bad.. captain's ball, bball, handball... then the nite walk (dun remind me) then those scenario war games... and the gay sea snake in river and the through the nite big 2.. and the midnight badminton... and the DOTAing after the camp... where i got Ked how many times.... Haha had fun being suaned and suaning others.. got to noe alot of aggressive pple too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mon... wah a huge impact.. failed my National Aptitude Phylllian Fitness Assessment... cant do the pull ups for nuts.. how hard is it to get 3!? I cant say much.. failed ever since pull ups came into the assessment. Then somemore jumping... WAH FAULT 5 TIMES!!!!!!!!!! WHO THE WORLD WILL JUMP 5 TIMES AND KEEP RE JUMPING!? Since when do a Knight depend solely on leaping to get out of a dragon's flame?! Imagine getting a D for both... then confirmed silver liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the fairies collecting system...haha throughout the week the Magic Prison v.3 keep blasting all around Congress. Fairies are maigcal creatures wif special format and abilities that will add to one's attribute.. and of cos the most impt thingy... they play wonderful songs haha. WAH JW and his 700s mega Asian Fairies collection.. 700!? 4 Gig space in the Prison... and mine's like 256 mbytes... and i bought it a few months b4 the 4 Gig I Prison came out!!!!!!!!!! CANNOT TAKE IT....Of cos there's Chengleng's Prsion... and his Tong Hua haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thurs... finally the first swordsman dinner... a meeting of those swordsmanship skills at the mountain of S11... and the show case of aggressiveness...Wah finally some coordination under the quick technique captain.. (the post ur blog master failed to achieve) Somemore the Congress planned a dance outing.. YEAH Although i kept messing up JW and Ivan's experience there... JW and Ivan i read ur blogs... i haf to say the dances were specular!!! Whoa.. Mel and Wan Jun.. U pple rox!!! YEAH. To top it off the lights are so wonderfully coordinated wif the dance... kinda reminds me of Mu Ban.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fri... Todae.. the 13th. Haha dragged Elizabeth to Congress... and i didnt practise anything after the late nitez due to the dance thingy.. Woohoo.. confirmed fail my Strategic Movement test todae... didnt study.. didnt even WRITE NOTES on the blue paper.. Thought tat finally after all those gay Congress stuffs the class will bond together at coordinates j- 8 at Bi Moutain... in the end onli Ivan XY and JW went.... and JW zhaoed for swimming.. XY then zhao to meet her frens... wif us tagging along.. haha like total retards.. (referring onli to ur White Knight). Then Ivan seemed to be down or smth... it's logical for fellow Jalkan to console him rite.. yar to make him feel worse haha...Then went and koped food from fellow Order fren and got chased away cos i jus sweat after Physical Training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man Congress is sure tough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth can survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111599395135822881?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111599395135822881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111599395135822881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111599395135822881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111599395135822881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111520706778422143</id><published>2005-05-04T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T04:44:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapology at it's MAX</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;                               But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;                               Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;                               And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;                               You kept me guessing and now I'm destined to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;                               I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I figured out after 17 yrs of existence as a Jalkan that i can battle and practise best.... from 0000 to 0100.... the MAGIC HOUR. And i actually can crap nonsense out of nothing at the HIGHEST RATE haha. Wah talk about that gayified Private Investigation, the initial duty of Public Works for Phyllia. I did nothing... and like the due date for submittion of report was...... TODAY!!!! Stupid... some peasant murder... Crap some nonsense abt smth involving a religious leader... then someone told me it's all wrong. Then actually thought of an idea and finished the report in 20 mins. Considering i stoned for 4 hours trying to brainSTORM for an idea... till my base camp flooded to chest height... and i need to wade out of the mess selling those cats and dogs to the nearest zoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank goodness some fren of mine helped wif the editing... and now I owed her a treat haha.. NVM... thx anyway if u happen to be reading haha.. Wah without her help i guess i will still be zhaming till 3 in the morning... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Private Investigation is onli like the firs part of Public Works... next up... Group Phyllia Patrol.. jus received it from the Congress and the Courts... Yes patrolling Phyllia is so so so Fun... considering the stupid siege we are having on Central Taelsit soon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth can somehow come through alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111520706778422143?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111520706778422143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111520706778422143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111520706778422143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111520706778422143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/05/crapology-at-its-max.html' title='Crapology at it&apos;s MAX'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111512514136136506</id><published>2005-05-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T05:59:01.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Democratic Elections... for CAPTAIN!?</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... The world doesnt end when u fail, it ends when u give up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y...Y...did some *ahem* haf to link the blog... haha so this blog isnt reali a secret crapping outlet for me anymore... but i dun think most pple are of the same intellectual level as ur fellow White Knight to understand.. Haha i think i jus insulted quite a lot of pple... Nvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haiz, life's still pretty much very sianz.. haha maybe cos i m not in the Comission... which means more slack time for ur fellow Knight in training. But tat's not the case... seriously i think the siege of Central Taelsit the next term seriously question the Knight Mentor's capabilities to teach... All of a sudden tests comes sprouting... plus those SPArring nonsense.. there's a first aid one coming up... K i understand the Alchemy one.. but first aid!? U throw bandages at each other arh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahahaha... somehow or another something will link mt thoughts to today's swordsmanship practise haha.. Those elections... and the free spirit of democracy.. Of cos we ended up interlocking Highway, mosquito pig and a chicken together.. and used games to decide the candidate to vote for... of cos we ended up wif !?$@&amp;*^ heads... so we decided to start an underground society c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alled the CHICKENS... so we can start a coup and rebel like the Great Rebel once did back in Assault... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha... ended up at the cross roads of swordsmanship skills.... wouldnt call it epitome... but now it's speciality and focus trainings... depending on whether the Jalkans intend to work on specific areas...speed, technique or power... speed to counter and whack the opponent, technique to parry and engage in a arduous battle of wits and skills, and power to force ur opponent into submission... and to penetrate their armour...by poking...so as absent and simple minded as i m... and sue partly to impulse too... i ended up in speed... cos i m too slow anyway... metally too... muz buck up... but the supposed tough trainings so far are jus trying to master the hand b4 leg pyschomoto crap.... so tat u haf  " mini seconds ahead of ur opponent" and of cos "gain the priority"... WONDERFUL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope somehow me and my Elizabeth can survive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111512514136136506?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111512514136136506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111512514136136506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111512514136136506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111512514136136506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/05/democratic-elections-for-captain.html' title='Democratic Elections... for CAPTAIN!?'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111477824007999291</id><published>2005-04-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T05:37:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a TOTALLY random entry</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life.... Being single ROX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K if u notice i havent blogged for a long time, it's not cos life suddenly became so interesting and can actually capture ur fellow impulse orientated Jalkan's attention... it's jus cos i m busily sianz... Wah all those Congress nonsense is finally catching up on me... Oh pls like i can understand wad the world is perfect gas conditions?! IF I DUN EVEN TAKE MECHANICS!!!!!!!! And all those heat crap... U noe i dun take Mechanics for a reason leh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yar if u havent figure it out yet... it's cos i m too sianz tat once again, i m able to overcome my laziness to on the Central in the first place... and since this is totally RANDOM pls be prepared to take non stop crap... If u cant pls take some medications to prevent heart attack first... oh yar keep some depressants nearby so to prevent ur valuable Central from being smashed to bits from frustration... it hurts the Central... i dun reali care bout ur hand anyway...If u want arsenic... the more the merrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah it's 4 months since i got attached to this whale of a Congress.. i mean i started off depending on fate on which Congress shld i go.. I mean ur blog master finds piece in Assault Command...oh pls lol 4 yrs of pple i noe... Then somehow i ended up here... might as well paint it red. Wah then again it's like 4 months and woah wad happened the number of pple involved in Princess nonsense rose drastically... cos of high elasticity... an increase in demand (note.. i dunno wad nonsense i m sprouting idun take ways of merchant anyway) and yes all those ladies to be haf their lords and those Jalkans, their unfortunate princesses.... (and for ur info... I M INDEED talking bout u haha... ) but then again.. i haf nothing to say haha... JUS TAT WAH!!!!! I ENJOY BEING SINGLE!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo..... took me quite long to realised tat..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again i realised i m those kind of pple tat cant reali commit to anything... if i m seriously not into tat thing... There are onli countable times whereby i m indeed committed jus dun consider i spent 17 yrs as a Knight in training Haha... i m jus too happy go lucky... I mean like Life's jus toooooooooo short to be wasted mourning... maybe it's jus tat i m a bit irresponsible... but u jus haf to see to wad or who... then again i may be too dense or daft to realised it haha i mean like k i m seriously slow on update of stuffs... haha so i m usually the last few to noe bout gossips within the Congress haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway 4 months... and my mini Order is dying... Not bad, someone whom i forgot who prophesied tat Orders usually die by Operation Overhaul... cos of the sianness and stuffs related. But i usually say tat it's the pple who die.. and i m not too sure. i mean like to talk u need a topic. I once told someone tat there are like millions and one things to talk abt... there's no way there's no convo topic. I meean like being such a happy go lucky one ( IRMS.. haha) i dun reali see the need to find things to talk. i jus CRAP.. pple who noe me most prob noe tat alreadi.. but as i m writing non stop and mass zhaming any random thing... Yar so stating the obvious... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Council... alive... kicking more active than my Order.. doesnt sound convincing. It doesnt sound convincing to me even. Yar usually my order is the more on one.. haha.. Everybody's changing and i dun feel the same... haiz self pitying again haha... dunno y it strikes me like i actually mimic some manga scroll character.. hmm i dunno haha anyway today first Council play we watched... if u dun count the fact tat onli like less than 1/4 of my Council is present... Wad nonsense... talk bout unity HAH.. Then again u cant reali blame anyone from being stone.. it's like.. his/her prob......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DUN NOE... dun care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah.. notice how many times i m wahing.. but tat's not the pt. The pt is tat Phyllia decided to go on a war wif it's neighbouring states, Central Taelsit... Wah and the entire Congress is mobilsed into war... Where's the peace and quiet in the world nowadays.. Wah in my times arh ... wait i m onli like in this line for 17 odd years.. a bit the nothing to say. Anyway the predined siege of Central Taelsit is after 1 major vacation from Congress nonsense.. FINALLY. 1 month away. Wah a rest much needed... but then again without Order nonsense... maybe not as fun anymore.. haiz the order feels so detached everyday... even though the morning meeting at the rectangular table is 110% attendence.. but maybe it's cos of tat tat everyone started talking to the pple they noe... and some even worse pple jus DUN COME ANYMORE... haiz... or come to slp like our fellow cannonball player. So Order meetings are like seperate grps of pple gathering at the same place... sad case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haiz dunno how much haf i craapped anyway.. decide to go slp liao... recently been slping quite late over at base camp... dunno y... maybe cos...I CANT SLP!?? %##W%$^ a bit the DUH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K i dun think anyone will read this exceptionally long and totally out of pt random thingy... if u actually do... then either u haf nothing more meaningful in ur life... or jus tat u are dumb enough to follow my rantings through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth survive......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111477824007999291?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111477824007999291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111477824007999291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111477824007999291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111477824007999291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-totally-random-entry.html' title='This is a TOTALLY random entry'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111434565984311791</id><published>2005-04-24T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T05:27:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAAAAHH.....</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... Ladies from Magic Gunner Squad back in Knight Acad are always those unfortunate few tat fall prey to the word 'guillible' (Note.. it's a sweeping statement yes i noe... pls dun feel insulted... even though it was meant to be one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As u can alreadi see from the slightly contradicting verse above... ur blog master was in a rather dazed state when he dragged himself to the tat Central jus to blog this gay msg.....Say thank u all faithful fans out there... *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waaahh... when can life return to normal... Jus when i thought campaigning against tat gay serpent is over and once again everything starts all over again... then swordsman's captain elections... then the gay SPArrings.... then the Public Work service.. and it's graded... coming first up wif Private Investigation of some peasant murder case in some rural town... and i m to investigate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woohoo... finally some Council unity... pls negate the fact it's alreadi April and we met and formed in some time like.... January after the first Operation and the vacation from the O Level Monster... Abt tme.. maybe cos we haf more guys now... and more pple in the buffer zone between Merchant Studies and Advaced Symbology... FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life certainly waits for no man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth can survive... like we did so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111434565984311791?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111434565984311791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111434565984311791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111434565984311791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111434565984311791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/waaaaahh.html' title='WAAAAAHH.....'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111400701308453594</id><published>2005-04-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:01:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camapign thus draws to a close........</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life...If onli life was as simple as black and white....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abt time all these crap ended... Man the whole campaigning nonsense against the black serpent had seriously destroyed everything... including my reputation if there's any in the 1st place haha... But boy was it fun... (if u can consider such daunting task fun...) haha... it's sorta once in a lifetime kinda thingy... unless u wanna be in a Paladin next time... which is once again another story... (Phyllia's administration board under the King is seriously kinda GAY... Very soon, it's gonna be hierahical system... then monarchy most likely) Back to the topic... Yar... the pt is rushing across Phylia, SPArring Alchemy during the trip, going a all niter thinking of strategies... mass burning those emblems of loyalty (k jus kidding)... learning the proper technique in cannonballing (K out of pt..) pissing those Knight mentors off... posing to be stone statues.. and cardboard muscular ones too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yar so wif fod memories... it all ended... wif the humilation of the speech towing behing too... WIF an ending almost predicted... Haha i didnt get into the Commission... haha... Call it fate or God's will haha.... Maybe i m destined for greater things.. HAHA YEAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disappointed... Maybe... GAY CRAP!? How can i lose to CY in badminton #%@*# Wad nonsense is this.. i cannot allow this.... Oh yeah.. back to commission... nvm.. it doesnt sound half tat bad to be a Jalkan in the first place... and i dun reali noe if i can handle the massive work load... if i count those daily spearing practices into play tat is... and occasionally kenna dragged into some weird concert.. (rite... Choir?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And tat gay black serpent? Well... it's still alive... i guess no one reali pass anyway after all... maybe can wait for those Jalkans next yr to clean up the mess... then we can see all those campaigning crap once again.. Maybe some grp may set themselves on fire...cos they r too Hot?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth survive.. if we can tat is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111400701308453594?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111400701308453594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111400701308453594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111400701308453594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111400701308453594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/camapign-thus-draws-to-close.html' title='The Camapign thus draws to a close........'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111371852330154189</id><published>2005-04-13T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T07:24:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campaign's gaying onwards....</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life...In order to prove his love for her, he scaled the greatest mountain, swan the deepest ocean, crossed the widest desert... but she left him... he's never at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the serpent.....CRAP!!! The Serpent is more gay than i thought... and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it in front of millions of peasants?! NO WAY!!! GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY..... who in the right mind would adopt a ladder strategy anyway!? Climbing a ladder just to chop off the serpent head... yah... see if i dun get fried... and i m the one climbing...YAH I m so glad i did something like that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if carrying the ladder to the cave and all around Phyllia wasnt enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i got fried by the serpent. Wad worse can it get....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope i can survive...and Elizabeth too... haha... WOOHOO Pyro man!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111371852330154189?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111371852330154189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111371852330154189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111371852330154189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111371852330154189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/campaigns-gaying-onwards.html' title='The Campaign&apos;s gaying onwards....'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111349227713129053</id><published>2005-04-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:06:41.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campaign drags on....</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... I haf to admit.. i may such like some faggoty philosopher during this section... but bare wif me.. i m merely trying to understand the complexity and the unfairness of it all...based on all the ever so little experiences of ur fellow blog master... so here comes this entry's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhong yu liao jie ai hui gu dan...... (koped from some famous song.. i betcha noe it alreadi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when u thoguht the worse was over when the campaign finally kicked off... wif all ur strategies u spent the whole night whacking off.. in ur head... onli to find out pple are going more extreme... Banners parading the team marching to the serpent's cave is jus .... the tip of the iceberg.  Emblems of loyalty, gayifed clips... tagz...ribbons...even tissue paper?! Jus when we thought toothpicks will cause controversy...jus imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those fanciful craaps aside, parading to the serpent cave is jus a chore i will never do EVER AGAIN... PLS LOL!!!!!! Wad the all those villagers staring at u as though u r some caged homosexual specimen.. 'hey arent u the guy on the cardboard...." WADEVER......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah... there's still the speech to pull through... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizaabeth survive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111349227713129053?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111349227713129053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111349227713129053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111349227713129053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111349227713129053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/campaign-drags-on.html' title='The Campaign drags on....'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111304870632593120</id><published>2005-04-09T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T05:11:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campagin Continues...</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life...When trouble occurs... it doesnt matter whose RIGHT... but who's LEFT to clear the mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the campaign expedition against the black serpent draws closer... the more impatient and agaitated i get... not cos it's a nerve wrecking thingy (which i mentioned in the earlier entry) but we didnt get anything SOLID done... WAH went to me fren's base camp again todae in attempt to actually do smth... besides stoning, crapping, reading comics, chatting online, playing and re correcting the ORIGIAL STRATEGY.... we did nothing.... GONE LIAO... and it's like in 2 days time... How can we actually defeat tat stupid monster....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth can pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111304870632593120?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111304870632593120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111304870632593120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111304870632593120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111304870632593120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/campagin-continues.html' title='The Campagin Continues...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111296554622227021</id><published>2005-04-08T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T06:05:46.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campaign Expedition starts..</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life...Happiness is usually where u find but not where u seek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah...crap... the campaign against the black serpent hereby starts... Seriously nerve wrecking.. haiz. Staked our at felow Asssualt campaign peer's base camp last nite mass whacking strategies to slay and counter the serpent's attack... lasted almost the whole nite... supposed to stay over and zham his X box tracking device and the Central Of Monitoring Phyllia monsters ... onli to find out a whole heap of Alchemy and Strategic Movement scrolls await my blank stares... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So haf to zhao home... then struck wif a thought tat i cant navigate out of his base camp area... since a huge forest lies between his camp... and the main route to the dock at Bi Mountain. I got in wif the help of a caravan passing the area. Endured further crap by summoning my Knight Fuhur's caravan..onli to find tat he got lost in the forest too... B4 anyhow whack upon the exit and found the base camp. Hitched a seriously confusing and mentally challenging route out of the forest (remembering paths names within the forest in the dead of the nite when both u and ur Knight Fuhur are half zonked out is extremely tough... considering both of us are morons wif complete no sense of orientation... ) So somehow  after going around in circles, finally got out.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reached base camp... realised tat we got lost for a very very very long time... considering it's kinda very late when i left his place...So wa's the pt of zhaoing back to camp... if i didnt haf tat guard duties of mine... i WOULDNT EVEN CARE.... Wah crap.... gave the scrolls irate and pissed stares... actually it was giving Elizabeth those life threatening glares... yes looking at the time it certainly threatens my life... Stoned... went to the river to shower...came back... stared further... then fell asleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wad a wonderful nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111296554622227021?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111296554622227021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111296554622227021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111296554622227021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111296554622227021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/campaign-expedition-starts.html' title='The Campaign Expedition starts..'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111279215223246138</id><published>2005-04-06T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:55:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commission of the Saviours of the Oval Table</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... Life's too short to be wasted on pondering abt dumb mundane and agonising stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised wad i did for this entire week so far was dumb... self pitiful and totally stupid... Wad a waste of my life to ponder abt the possiblities... if i dun even try... This is GAY CRAP.... Man m i never to consume myself in contemplating confused jealousy and depression...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha... somehow crap my way through Commision's Oval Table discussion... so basically i m kinda halfway into the Commisiion... and halfway out of it... Not to say it's a gd thing or a bad thing.. but the final obstacle to enter the Commission... is to slay the legendary black serpent of the West, so tat we can prove or loyalty and braveness for those Jalkans in their safe homes in the Congress can decide and ballot... Wad a wonderfully insane thing...The last time i did this, was to run for Mock Commission back at Assault... Yar... and it's ultimately antagonising if u didnt prove u r brave enough to get into the Commission... hmmm kinda of a personal experience.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decided to slay the serpent in grps... cant bring myself to journey to the West alone against such monstrousity... Haha... a grp of Assualt buddies who were in the Mock Commission back in Assualt now in Republican Jalkan Congress deciding to mass whack the serpent together.. how innovative...But to get a place in the Commsiion among the 90 plus Jalkans dispatched to slay the serpent isnt very easy... and there r surprisingly a lot of familar faces out there... And 5 out of the 8 original members in my History of Warfare Council are currently on the same mission too... tat's cos 1 left Phyllia, one transferred to Vanguard Jalkan Congress... and 1 decided to be loyal to band or orchestra... A lot of familar faces arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth will pull through all these crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111279215223246138?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111279215223246138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111279215223246138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111279215223246138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111279215223246138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/commission-of-saviours-of-oval-table.html' title='Commission of the Saviours of the Oval Table'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111261502831041567</id><published>2005-04-04T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T04:43:48.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... Strangers are family u havent met yet (5 pple u meet in Heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused Confused.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now ur blog master ends his desperate outburst of disorientated melancholy and agony as he attempts to navigate his way out of the treacherous abyss known as self esteem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111261502831041567?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111261502831041567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111261502831041567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111261502831041567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111261502831041567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111251154473846263</id><published>2005-04-02T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:59:04.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea can be bad for u....</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... Being gay doesnt mean u like guys... it meant u dun like gals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEVER EVER drown urself in tea... if u dun mind going to the toilet once in a while...nvm.. considering the hangover... i think this is better...BUT NEVER EVER THINK Herbal tea cures ulcers and sore throats... and drown tat instead of tea... u will haf a gd time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111251154473846263?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111251154473846263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111251154473846263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111251154473846263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111251154473846263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/tea-can-be-bad-for-u.html' title='Tea can be bad for u....'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111244503989374502</id><published>2005-04-02T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:50:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gladiator Championship...</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life... Wad happened in 4 yrs isnt something 4 months can easily take over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haiz...Choices... Notice how many times i started off an entry by sighing and whining.. haha... smth's wrong wif me ever since attaching to Congress... Back at Assault.. whining was like.... hardly... I guess pple change after all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gladiator Championship... at the city of Clement once again... remembered the last was like... CANCELLED?? Woke up at around 11.. found a cockroach staring at me next to my tent. Stared back. And took some object and attempt to silence it. Then alerted the entire base camp tat i woke up. Hitched a ride to the town of Clement for the craaaaappp competition... decided not to risk another "going there for nothing". Went there as a referee... but ended more like a score keeper and manual coolie.. Not cos i m gd.. even though i find it hard to deny myself... but cos they are short of pple... A complete waste of time is a mere understatement.. and it dirtied my robe too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The championship was more like a team based duel in a colosseum. It's pretty intense... if u dun count the job of us score keepers... which is to stare at the very prominent referee... and press the score buttons... so mentally and physically demanding... yes.. it's very difficult to enjoy slurpee, talk crap, laugh at those retarded Jalkans competiting and score keep at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the highlight.. the final bout tat i score keep... Epee match btw Communist Jalkan Congress and Spy Movements Ult agency. It is so absorbing.. 4-5, 8-10, 18-15, 21-21, 26-26, 28-28... if u can negate the fact tat they actually dance around for 3 mins and prance in defencive positions.... WAITING FOR THEIR OPPONENTS... which happens to be doing the same thing.. to be more precise... the entire 2 teams of Jalkans are moving forward and backward...and doing NOTHING ELSE...A bunch of retards... and an even MORE RETARDED me score keeping... Even the journey by galleon back to the city of yioz's more interesting.. at least there's scenery... Wah time seems to fly when u r having fun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went spearing wif fellow Jalkans in between bouts (The spears were koped from some stranger) .. lost a 20-14.. wad a thrashing score... Guess wad... Ron's from CY's class... Wah those fri spear trainings reali helps arh... then drew wif another guy 6-6.. b4 getting summoned back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 h Galleon ride back to yioz then back to base camp... Decide to drown myself... found out tea can be a perfect subsitute for alcohol... wonderful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth can pull through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111244503989374502?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111244503989374502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111244503989374502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111244503989374502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111244503989374502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/gladiator-championship.html' title='The Gladiator Championship...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111236926077035544</id><published>2005-04-01T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T04:19:42.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth's back... and i'm gone...</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life...Choices are like being in a treasure cove... some are either koped or untouchable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jus when i thought everything's nice and dandy...Haiz.. if it had to go then i jus haf to let go haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got Elizabeth back from the blacksmith... Good as new haha.. not bad, kept the makeshift sword somewhere hidden in my base camp liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah.. Fri's wad Super High Intensity Training day arh? Started off wif spearing wif fellow Order mates... haiz.. my spearing still cannot make it.. the shuttlecock can fly like... onto the pillar one... Then came volleying the cannonballs... zhao to Congress... stone in class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for PT.. haha thought it would be a piece of cake... running 8 mins 4 rounds's ok...then came pull ups... then power whack my pectorals at gym... then zhao off for lunch somewhere... ( haha.. all the truth of dare and the whispering.. and the pick a gal crap...)Then came back for spearing... and cannonballing... AGAIN... got thrashed...AGAIN.... (stupid CY.. stupid.. JEN..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then if tat wasnt enough... sneaked into swordsmanship practice jus in time for PT AGAIN... wah... INTERVALS leh... zhao here zhao there... kinda craap... (muz go pull my hamstrings too... no WARM UPS leh..) Then did alps and pects training again.... then chords training... wah...sounds so exciting leh run here run there then train arms and alps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then went back to plae spearing again.... the results are pretty obvious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of cos.. another star glazing session... then spearing again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111236926077035544?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111236926077035544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111236926077035544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111236926077035544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111236926077035544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/04/elizabeths-back-and-im-gone.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s back... and i&apos;m gone...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111209625639662227</id><published>2005-03-29T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T03:44:06.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knight in Shinning Armour</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life...Obviously, she's outta my league...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jus when i though the Assualt Command Squad Intellignce's armour is going to last me a life time... Been using it for 4 years now... probably 3/4 foot in the incenerator...Wad can i say, it's a pretty "Holy" armour, and i haf to repatch quite some areas of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again wad's a Knight without his Shinning Armour like all happily ever after fairy tales proposed? But anything's better than the current armour ur fellow White Knight switched to... It's a matching WHITE armour... Look at those Phyllia Administrative Paladins and u will noe how retarded i feel... (for those seriously slow... paladins are leaders of the knight Communities.. and represents the majority of the Knights in Phyllia b4 the King) Of cos this is not anti those paladins or anything... but wearing the armour feels kinda crap... negating the fact tat the armour itself is oversized for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sent my Elizabeth to the blacksmith todae.. It started rusting brown in colour.. most prob due to those easter eggs i left.. .Dragged a makeshift sword to Congress todae... made by the same blacksmith tat forged Elizabeth. It jus feels weird all of a sudden to carry a brand new sword. Muz get used to it till i retreive my Elizabeth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, normal Congress crap, after all the barracks and operations and missions. Trying my best to bury the sulky mood of mine.. Cant help it.. all of a sudden pple u noe jus dun exists anymore... A Jalkan's kinda of life. Council went through some extent of transformation... Fellow historian zhaoed liao... kinda sad... *and relieved* jus kidding... Tat meant i m the onli Jalkan... IN THE ENTIRE HERBOLOGY GUILD taking History of Warfare... Wad a surprising turn of events (kinda expected) Those Black Knights zhaoed too... i guess Advanced Mechanics sounds so so so much more interesting than Ways of Merching... Tat left 2.5 males in the Council... THANK GOODNESS guys joined...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not bad, our council is like all time high wif 28 pple... IF u once again dun count those transferring out cos they got here by mistake. Tsk tsk Tsk, the Congress is so efficent.. wad do u expect, it's Republican leh.. (sorrie.. but my blood still remains red blue and gold). Haiz... Stoned aft sch todae once again... Council? Non existent aft Alchemy Prac... i think's jus my pathetic attempt in vying our Council to be like the wacky 2 last yrs back at Assault Command Squad Knight Academy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suffering from a severe case of low self esteem... WAH.. i hate this Princess protecting idea... then how m i supposed to be joyful... SIANZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth... and my new blade survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111209625639662227?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111209625639662227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111209625639662227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111209625639662227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111209625639662227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/knight-in-shinning-armour.html' title='Knight in Shinning Armour'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111185074444768656</id><published>2005-03-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T07:25:44.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travelling</title><content type='html'>Insights to Life: Cannonballs hardly bounce when soaked... and returning them in the rain is a terrible chore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drowning myself in memories of the previous 3 months... the messed up wacky times... hmmm... Decided to sneak into the Management of Eternity research in the Capital of Phyllia to attempt to sneak my way back in time... to relive the times b4 many of them perish in the Operation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "jie" crap... the puking.. Order stories, the MIA, the Stoner u Suk... the Princess nonsense.... the Order missions... of cos there's the handsome buggers in the Council... AHHHH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No mood to crap once again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through all these emotional mess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111185074444768656?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111185074444768656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111185074444768656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111185074444768656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111185074444768656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-travelling.html' title='Time Travelling'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111176353703562962</id><published>2005-03-25T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T07:09:34.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Overhaul</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry:.... i haf so decided to change this portion to Insights to life... not cos i haf nothing to write... jus cos i m seriously very crapped up nowadays and need an outlet... yar... more crapped stuffs to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insights to Life: ...........Life goes on............no matter wad. The world will not stop spinning jus cos anyone cease to exist ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If 2 day Scouting Barracks at Republic Jalkan Congress was crap.... Operation Overhaul was GAY CRAP.... A lot of fellow Jalkans got killed by those dragons in a massive battle to exterminate them.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No mood for crapping......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Eizabeth pull through...in agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111176353703562962?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111176353703562962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111176353703562962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111176353703562962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111176353703562962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/operation-overhaul.html' title='Operation Overhaul'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111114814356892925</id><published>2005-03-18T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:50:35.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husbandry vs Swordsmanship</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Congress studies focus on the techniques and tactics used in war and battle, and of cos weaponry and swordsmanship. However, a Knight without stamina is like a cook who's afraid of fire... tat's where Nonchalent Squadron comes in. After 2 years in Congress attachment, Jalkans are enrolled into Barracks, Range or Stable for stamina building. For normal pple like me, we entered Nonchalent Stable for further physical training and of cos... perfecting horse riding techniques, which is ever so impt to a Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha... i seriously think i shld change this template... haha it's soooo.... i dunno wad to say... then again if i m not busy wif Congress work or missions, i m jus tooooooo lazy to change this thingy...haha, maybe sometime in the future i might change... but tat's the future haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for yet another mssion wif my Order todae... managed to weasel my way out of guard duties... (wah if my Knight Master finds out...) But of cos... like always there are the few those who got coped wif Council stuffs or battlion crap.... but tat's not the pt. The pt is we were supposed to deliver some secret msg from some lord to another through the Eastern Coast of Phyllia... on horse backs DUH... but the prob is... out of the 7 Jalkans in the Order who went... 3 failed their horse riding..... and cannot ride a horse.....for nuts.. ENDED up spending half the day teaching them how to ride a horse properly... of cos i being such a gd teacher (ahem*) managed to get one of them to ride the horse b4 the other teacher's student (ahem*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then realised i needed to zhao back to Congress for swordsmanship training... or risk further guard duties by my Knight Master. So here i m travelling from the Eastern Coast of Phyllia ALL THE WAY BACK TO REPUBLIC CONGRESS WHICH HAPPENED TO BE AROUND THE CENTRE OF PHYLLIA. Took a galley ride... a 1 hour galley ride... there's no dock for galleons near Eastern Coast anyway. Fell asleep on the galley.... woke up... zhao to Congress... jus a little bit late... (yar 1 hour is so a little bit), but nonetheless sneaked into swordsmanship practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally went to duels after months of foot work. WAH ITS HOW GAY!!!!!!!!!! Sticky, stinky and superly tight armour aside... the Priority crap is starting to get to my nerves.... CRAP i hit first and the priority claims my opponent gets the mark. YAR....and tat umpire thought my beating of the opponent's sword as a blow and gave the priority away... WTH!!!!! Although i won the second duel... wif gay hits of cos.. i got hit like 2 twice on the chest in the first few bouts of the 2nd bouts... And i got sliced on my biceps... the scar shall permenantly stay there.....OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth can pull through... in pain and paint.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111114814356892925?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111114814356892925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111114814356892925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111114814356892925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111114814356892925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/husbandry-vs-swordsmanship.html' title='Husbandry vs Swordsmanship'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111098236337281409</id><published>2005-03-16T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T06:18:28.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War banners...</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: What's a Knight without a horse? Cos of the recent scrapping of the compulsory weaponary system (the Pike, the hammEr, the Arrow, the Rapier the haLberd and the Spear) I ended up wif more time to practise Husbandry.. haha... Long time didnt train my horse liao.. It's sliver wif a fit and stern body... most prob gone case now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the dumbest idea i undertook in my entire life to actually go for such nonsensical crap... if writing this blog FOS wasnt dumb enough... Then again it will look weird for a troop of Knights to march into battle without one...But as a Jalkan i never faced a task as crapped as this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things i learnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Never paint 2 banners in a row ever AGAIN......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Ponning swordsmanship practice for this is SO NOT WORTH IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Turpentine is ur best fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. 6 pple painting a 12 m by 2 m and a 8 m by 2 m banner is SO motivating and in such a fast pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Dots and specks of colour on ur Knight's cotton garb looked so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Never touch ur Knight Crest wif painted hands.... mine's red now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Never once again.... touch the piano at the Congress wif such hands... u dun want to noe wad happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Drawing a human outline wif chalk on red painted floor will pass off very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Never ever ever again volunteer to wash the brush... unless u haf detergent lots of turpentine and a cleaner uncle helping u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Always paint the banner when u can watch the details of Operation Overhaul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Playing tennis aft banner and wif a stupid sore throat is a VERY GOOD IDEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Green does not go wif black AT ALL... even if it's dirty green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. A new racket always come in handy to be stained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. The old one will be no matter wad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Sniffing turpentine will make u high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Never carry the banner when the wind is blowing... seriously unless u want stained arms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. A fren in need doesnt drag u along to deliver something so to protect her from being kidnapped.... yar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. When necessary u can always blackmail a gossip... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yar tat's abt it... if u didnt include DUN go out for a mission wif ur Order when u haf a seriously bad sore throat and cannot reply... and if u also dun include eating 6 Strepsils in a row does nothing to help ur sore throat... and if u also dun include the fact that someone"s" rated spongebob 5 and 6 over 10... yar... tat's abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See if i ever paint a war banner again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through... in paint tat is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111098236337281409?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111098236337281409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111098236337281409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111098236337281409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111098236337281409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/war-banners.html' title='War banners...'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111089723451506128</id><published>2005-03-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T06:33:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting &amp; Spying Barracks...and scandals too</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Jalkans besides the obivous Council Study they must sit and suffer through (ARGGH...), have to master the art of various weapons used regularly in combat, namely the Pike, hammEr, Arrow, Rapier, haLberd and Spear, besides jus swordplay... of cos Elizabeth being both a sword and a rapier saved me all the troubles... but made it worse to train my swordsplay wif it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K... haha i cant take the philosophical manner anymore.. haha.. back to my cynical and condosending tone.. and for all those wondering... the last entry is not a poem.. my communication and symbology skills arent up to mark YET... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barracks at March Hols... wad so interesting A WONDERFUL WASTE OF TIME... whoops to direct... It's STUPIDLY CRAPPED UP.. maybe cos it's abt scouting and reconniteering... yar training for those. K i cannot deny the planning was ns and all... hey there's stimulation War games... but seriously when attendence is CRAP.. The CRAPPEST thing one can do is sCRAP all those ideas the Barrack Organisors spent days and nites slouging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragged Elizabeth to Scouting Barracks yesterday... felt ever so CRAPPED... turn out... did i like say at least half are the trainers? Well think of the positive side effects... Scouting trips around Phyllia ... the Cultural Centre... the Phyllia River... but of cos we ended up at Knight Pool (...pretty obvious where this is...) whacking each other... but tat's not the point... Positive side effects... starting crapping Black Knights jokes and sick ones... got chased out of May Merchant Assosiation cos we were er... EATING SITTING AND HAVING A PIGEON (a tool very impt to scouts..) Yar.. so we played wf ways we could get the pigeon to noe the msg and convey it through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scouting Barracks was like... a zoo... never in my Jalkan life haf a seen a goldfish a dory and a rabbit... yar..of all pple she being a rabbit... (where's the anathestics?) Yar.. but of cos the goldfish got stalked by who rabbit called a pervert... and became stalked fish... but's tat another story... Pls lol... it's like we are training to be Knights... and yar a rabbit a dory and a goldfish are such wonderful subsituties for horses...Cant help it... seriously kinda crapped up... slp at 4... decided not to watch the second drama tat nite... pls lol it's Shutter lol... cant slp if i watched... (k... yes i noe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Received news from Scout Calvary tat Republic Jalkan Congress undertook some grand mission to exterminate a large number of dragons currently tormenting the Bi Mountain, termed Operation Overhaul... involved the whole Congress... but at least can pon 2 days of Congress studies... YAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through....... at least to Operation Overhaul... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111089723451506128?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111089723451506128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111089723451506128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111089723451506128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111089723451506128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/scouting-spying-barracksand-scandals.html' title='Scouting &amp; Spying Barracks...and scandals too'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111062605711136798</id><published>2005-03-13T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:04:40.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cries by a distorted Jalkan</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Jalkans in a Congress beside being classified into Councils and Order, there exist another term... the Guild. A Guild is like a huge gathering of Jalkans from all over the Congress and is usually due to their interest. In Republic Jalkan Congress, there exists 4 guilds namely, Herbology, Rocketry, Culture and Logistica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple lite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the Congress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is where, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wif my frens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best companions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my Elizabeth, my body and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Council Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super jia lurd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guard duties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lagly worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday Friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doing PE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my Elizabeth, my body and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See my Girlfren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw her with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back to Congress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my Elizabeth, my body and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple lite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the Promos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My body lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If i die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will u pls bury me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wif my Elizabeth, my body and me.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth pull through.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111062605711136798?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111062605711136798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111062605711136798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111062605711136798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111062605711136798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/cries-by-distorted-jalkan.html' title='Cries by a distorted Jalkan'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111061943387273997</id><published>2005-03-12T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T02:35:51.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War... and the loser</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Pages are trainee Jalkans... meaning they are pple of ambitions to be Jalkans but not yet one... So they are basically enrolled into the Knight Academy to train to be one... So these Pages will then subsequently be promoted to REN, EEN, GER, ULT then squire then offically to Kinghts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clutching Elizabeth tightly, a lone, determined warrior strided into battle, leading his fellow dauntless comrades on a conquest of probable doom. Spears blackened the heavens as one by one, they rained downwards onto the charging benemoth, reducing the approaching army into distorted chaos. But this could hardly douse the fury swelled within the knights whose honorable duties to protect Phyllia proved more overwhelming than any phyiscal and mental torture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The felonious babarians positioned themselves strategically along the banks of the massive River of Phyllia. Approaching them without any galleys made of &lt;strong&gt;logs&lt;/strong&gt; was an impossible task, one in which the lone Jalkan had to overcome. Braving the malevolent storm of spears, he sliced down trees, so much that &lt;strong&gt;a cube&lt;/strong&gt; of what was actually needed to assemble a make-shift raft was obtained hastily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the army of Phyllia Jalkans rowed persistently across the River, the babarians arranged themselves into two &lt;strong&gt;inequal&lt;/strong&gt; squads, the minute one for defending the invaders and the other for assualt with spears. The front braced themselves for impact, while the back launched spears &lt;strong&gt;curve&lt;/strong&gt;d at such appalling accuracy to render the attackers helpless in the face of the barrage of strikes from the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The clash of the titans. Swords of &lt;strong&gt;inequal&lt;/strong&gt; advantage were pitted against the dilapidated spears of the babarians. The blows from those merely glanced off the heavy plates donned by the warriors. Jalkans dominated over the invaders, valiantly condemning them to the land of oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ranks of those delinquents were broken by the mammoth strength of the advancing army. This marvellous development &lt;strong&gt;partial&lt;/strong&gt;ly&lt;strong&gt; fraction&lt;/strong&gt;ed the morale of the enemy. The raining of spears decreased drastically as heroic Jalkans marched forward, in triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The confidence of the retreating army underwent a &lt;strong&gt;transformation&lt;/strong&gt; into that of desolation and fear. Dropping their weapons, many turned to flee desperately, only to be routed by the gigantic champions. The babarians faced a quagmire of indefinite defeat. Gnashing their teeth, the emaciated squad attempted to counter, only to be trampled mercilessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All were lost. The invasion that never really took place had ended. Just when cries of victory encompassed the atmosphere, a sudden sinister gloom overpowered it. A huge explosion occurred at the heart of the battle field, crippling the Jalkan army. A enormous, fully &lt;strong&gt;function&lt;/strong&gt;al sophisicated piece of technology stood nefariously on top of a hill facing the army. Cannon. Irate, the army tore after it, demolishing it with such rage undescribable by words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One by one, the survivng Jalkans trotted back to Phyllia, exultant by the victory, dejected by the loss of comrades. Unfortuenate Knights laid buried eternally under the debris of the war, faded into the fabric of time. But admist the symphony of bliss, who could remember the lone Jalkan who an hour ago, led them courageously into battle. He who never returned. He who didnt managed to evade the incoming cannon. He who remained at the warfront, clutching his Elizabeth tightly....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An account of the War by the fatally wounded White Knight, who miraculously survived the explosion.... and crawled back to Phyllia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moral of the Story:  If u dun feel like training... at least noe wad's coming out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth will pull through all these injuries...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111061943387273997?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111061943387273997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111061943387273997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111061943387273997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111061943387273997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/war-and-loser.html' title='The War... and the loser'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111046466495458609</id><published>2005-03-10T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T06:42:30.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn of the Battle</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: For all those slow poke out there who havent realised, in a battlion there existed 2 i/c (commanders), the Knight Fuhur and the Knight Master.. and different battlions of cos have the overall in charge, be it either the Fuhur or the Master. The rest of the battlion are made up by Jalkans, Squires or Knights which are basically led by the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah... i dunno who actually reads this blog lol...haha. This is seriously crapped, i should be rushing to finish my Hist of War essay for the Congress tmr instead of writing weird stuffs down. Been busy this week.. isnt it the same almost every week. Crap.. the guard duty nonsense is seriously starting to get to my nevres.. stupid deal.. must be back base camp to do useless guard duties......GRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tmr's the battle against the babarians and i m writing crap, rushing Hist instead of resting in base camp. Got back at 5 todae.. surprisingly early if not for that crap duty... Some princess from a distant country came touring the Congress todae.... didnt c her though... but the entire Congress got so perked by... pls it's jus a blue blood.... inject ink in ur blood... it helps... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Towing Elizabeth everyday is seriously killing me... the newly refined system is so EXTREMELY irritating... got to re train my swordsplay... i guess i shld go and rush my Hist... haha didnt train at al for the babarians... it's confirmed yesterday... the Scout Calvary came reporting to the Congress todae.... Said it was relatively manageable... i haf doubts abt tat... i didnt reali trust tat aft the Troll incident.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth will pull through.... if i survive the onslaught tmr tat is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111046466495458609?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111046466495458609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111046466495458609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111046466495458609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111046466495458609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/dawn-of-battle.html' title='The Dawn of the Battle'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111012196323136437</id><published>2005-03-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T05:33:56.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for the Invasion</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Squires as most of u would haf known... are apprentice Knights. Basically they are ULT Jalkans who haf successfully graduated from full time Congress Research and are finally joining Phyllia as Knights... but of cos they need time to adjust...tat's where this term squire comes in, they basically "job shadow" the experienced Knights...DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk abt preparation... bleh!! Havent even started. Been slacking too much haha. Then again my fellow Jalkans already started vigorous training... (ie mugging) Wah...But's it's all confirmed.. those babarians are attacking in due course...within this week... and Republic Jalkan Congress has offically been called up to defend Phylla... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got conned to survey the borders by the National ULT Jalkans Service jus yesterday... dun talk abt it... WAH waste my time... the weird morale boasting session is so effective man....i was slping throughout... gd cure for insomanics...haha Contemplated to take a Galleon back.... then once again decided to risk any possible extra PT by calling my Knight Master and her caravan up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crapped day... Jus when i made up my mind to NOT prepare at all for the invasion... pls, i haf faith in my skills!!! I got a sudden "cultural shock" when i entered Congress todae... No pts for guessing y. Decided to send Elizabeth to the black smith for re-forging... i hope adding titanium sheets inside helps in my swordsplay.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget it lah... die then die lah.. i decided to commit myself to the Commission of Saviours of the Oval Table.. haha.. went for the breifing todae.. everyone attemptted to convince all those Commission N2sians to drop it all... But to be part of the Commission u haf to prove u are brave enough to lead the Congress... i heard u haf to slay some monster to show tat.. hopes it's easy haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dun train... planning to jus go and whack those babarians.. haha.. These days my temper is exceptionally short.. been finding myself rather pissed off at times.. even if tat's possible.. One of these days i will blow up... and tat person who pushed me over the limt is so going to die literally mentally pyschologically emotionally and physically... Seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and Elizabeth can pull through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111012196323136437?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111012196323136437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111012196323136437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111012196323136437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111012196323136437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/preparation-for-invasion.html' title='Preparation for the Invasion'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-111001833867473825</id><published>2005-03-05T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T03:33:30.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Babarians from the South</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Knights are merely terms used by pple in our Era to define a status of being able to serve the Society... and of cos Phyllia. But there are of cos, ranks, diversification and classification within the population of Kinghts itself. Yet all Kinghts remain loyal to their lords, whoever they may be.... and fundamentally, in service to the King of Phyllia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;............... Blogging almost everyday is seriously starting to kill me... oh man... and furthermore, due to our battlion restructuration, i m like grounded to guard duty and my onli form of communication... my Knight Crest was confiscated. Whoa.. tough life man.. And this entry is written in total secret.. or my Knight Master will slaughter me literally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sat meant no Congress.... YEAH... if u dun haf to travel half way across Phyllia for some nonsense. Barely waking up at 11, ur fellow blog master crawled out of base camp to the dock at the town of yioz and hitched a very very VERY long galleon ride to the town of Clement to participate in the Gladiator tournament--&gt;the showdown of swordsmanship... onli to find tat it's cancelled... CANCELLED leh!!!!!!! WAH waste my time!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then convinced myself to take my Knight Master's caravan back to base camp... of cos wif scolding for my mental crap for travelling to so far away jus for the sake of fun... Ate. Slept. Woke up at like 4 in the afternnon... Finally a good rest tat i deserved... Then realised i seriously messed up my entire scheldule of trainings... WAH.. dun care lah... very soon my Knight Master will come aft me again.. Tough being in such a battlion... Then again... if i haf so much time writing all these crap... shouldnt i like be training... Haiz... then again i received news from the Congress tat there are certain stirrings in the babarian tribes of the South. The time of the year... to think March breaks are like in a weeks's time. I guessed those babarians will make their movements soon... which meant i will be sent to the front line again to defend Phyllia... Those fags... dun they like haf anything better to do then attack Phyllia every term!?! Woah... judging from the strength of Republic Jalkan Congress... i guess i haf to battle extra hard now lol... See if i can prepare and confirm my Alchemy potions before the invasion... Currently, junding from the rate the babarians are moving, it meant tat there will certainly invade Phyllia on Friday... last day of the Congress for this term, from the south.. Tat meant tactical movements are extremely important... the caculations of the army size is also vital for victory... but nvm... can copy from my fellow Jalkans... (hehe Kevin... mine's on Fri too haha!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope me and my Elizabeth will pull through.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-111001833867473825?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/111001833867473825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=111001833867473825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111001833867473825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/111001833867473825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/attack-of-babarians-from-south.html' title='Attack of the Babarians from the South'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-110994272542030121</id><published>2005-03-04T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T05:25:25.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of scouting...&amp; spying</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Besides battlion, Army, Council, Congress and Commission, there's the Order of Good people. The Order of Good pple is a massive organisation of Jalkans tat do not relate in any other way to each other, it's more of an interacting group or sm... and goes on mission together... It's the Order against those stupid monsters and enemies running around... The Order is made up of mini Orders.. and mine happened to be The m-Order of Crazy pple......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY.... wad todae is like how GAY lol...... The once a year siege of the A level Monster todae was defended by the graduated Jalkans and of cos the Congress and Phyllia was saved.... but this had nothing to do wif me.... they merely clogged up the cafe.....WAH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragged my Elizabeth to the Congress as usual todae... slept through half of the lessons.... (wad did our Alchemy teacher say during class arh? WTH?!) Then absent mindedly realised tat there's a MISSION todae lol......Forgot totally bout it... Wah... supposed to travel to the neraby village at the coordiantes j and square 8 to help some commoners defend their farms from the onslaught of monsters...WAH... and half our Order pon lol... got their individual tasks to do... Then in the end onli 5 went.... 4 guys and a lady to be... WTH!!!?!?! Sianz lol... Walking like a bunch of retards to the area.... Then stone down there.... Those monsters are like whoa... ant size... spent less than an hour slaying them and wonder y in the world did we first took up this mission.... Of cos the lunch costs more.... but tat's another story... i think i used up my crowns for this month liao...GONE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zhao back to the Congress... onli to find i was late for tactical movement training...Attempted to slice the cannons as they were hurdled towards me....FAILED big time... barely deflected some off my Elizabeth... the rest had to side step... WAH it's seriously very gay lol... and those Jalkans on the next courts were like doing it as though it was easy..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suffered in Swordsmanship training.... Then went for Pratical on the Art of Scouting... Being a Knight (to be), scouting for enemies are very important as it provides the Congress wif info....y m i sounding like my Knight Lecturer?!Wah the... wad they teach us... placing spy cams are good for info gathering and Outposts?... U THINK I PEEPING TOM ARH!?!?! (those who noe who i m pls do not ans...) WAD THE.... Then stoned there as the Jalkans decide on the Barrack Camp over the March breaks... WAH.... See if me and my Elizabeth pulls through haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-110994272542030121?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/110994272542030121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=110994272542030121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/110994272542030121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/110994272542030121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/art-of-scouting-spying.html' title='The art of scouting...&amp; spying'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-110985308751066576</id><published>2005-03-03T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T04:33:06.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of a Jalkan</title><content type='html'>Fact of the entry: Being a Jalkan, I haf to carry a heavy rapier to the Congress everyday...and my beloved is a scarlet blade named Elizabeth....tat's at least 2kg heavy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah... Sianz lol.. My muscles are like hurting like siao cos of the stupid swordsmanship trainings yesterday lol. Wah all the lauches and the stupid side steppings are seriously killing my groin muscles lol.... wah... and my triceps hurt from parrying to much blows... and did i like mention the idiotic tactical movement practices? i was like forced to parry all the incoming hand size cannon balls wif my blade lol. And those fags... keep blasting those cannon balls at me... wah....even now as i m typing, my triceps are aching.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tat's like yesterday... and todae was even more crapped up!!!!!!! Wah.... dragged my feet back to the Congress from base camp in the morning aft massive battlion restructuration. Zhao to Council to find at least 10 pple leaving the Council aft the Basiz Knighthood Period...wah either go join another Cogress or jus change Council.... must be cos they hate me... haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then in the morning was the Commission elections... The Commission is a group of Jalkans within each the Congress tat serve bascially as leaders... and i want to be inside .. haha call me ambitious or wadever... But seriously the Commission of Saviours of the Oval Table sounds so cool an organisation to miss... and there's peer nomination todae... wah... tried desperately to get pple to vote for me... reason: cos i ask them to... wah!! they actually wrote tat lol... GONE LIAO!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Survived 3 hours of my messed up Knight mentor in the Council.... WAH!!!!! Jus cant stand her lol... i mean like wearing a super nice and smiley face every single day 24 hour even when she's angry is seriously very scarrrrrrry leh.......Somemore she is like ultimate posessive in nature... i pity her battlion...Somemore she teaches me First Aid lol.... wah the first aid training todae was crapped lol.... trying to find ot the consituent components of a healthy bandage and how much protein, sugars, fats and starch are present in soe given sample.... and their tests... SIANZ!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there were the infamous Alchemy test tat marks my mood todae. Didnt study yesterday cos was rushing trhough my History of War assignmment.. and even missed the reality show the Royal Race... Wah....... The Knight tutors bought us to Colosselium 1 whereby we haf to defeat a Troll.... without a SWORD!!!!! WAH!!! How to defat a Troll then? Use the knowledge we learnt in Alchemy DUH!!!! WAH!!! A Troll is towering above me and i am hiding in a corner making some dumb acid potion tat is SO ABLE TO TOPPLE A TROLL LOL!!!!!!!!! While i was trying so desperately to use Stoichometry to fill my acid potion... the Troll found me.... Wah onli managed to scar its left eye b4 i got sent scattering across the Colosselium... and the Knight tutors haf to rush in to assist me.... Confirm fail my test lol.... U expect a simple acid potion to pass me my test?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Realised tat i needed to submit my Grades for slaying the Os Monster by 230... and it's 210 now liao...... or my application for Hectic Socery Skills Research Programme will be terminated... wah... i so want to do te programme lol... i mean Socery sounds so EXCITING (haha).... rushed to find the Knight responsible and submit it jus in time... Thank goodness.Then went for Communications... ended up talking crap on the different genders of Dragons... Like it's of use to me.... Then stoned in the cafe wif my fellow Jalkan frens.... talking crap.. (wah... my Council sure disappeared aft class lol...) Then decide to pon the period on War Songs used in boasting the armies morale.... Yar like a harmoc playing Campaign Songs will haf use in the war lol....Onli me and Elizabeth will pulled through together.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-110985308751066576?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/110985308751066576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=110985308751066576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/110985308751066576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/110985308751066576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-of-jalkan.html' title='A day of a Jalkan'/><author><name>CMH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10165035.post-110976658935864809</id><published>2005-03-02T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T05:32:53.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Format... My life... an analogy</title><content type='html'>k, k ... this blog is seriously very crapped up...so i decided to format everthing over again... i m so very sianz... so pple....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELCOME TO MY LIFE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U shall noe the blog master as White Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I m currently a graduate from Knighthood Academy, currently attached to a Congress for the first 3 months as trainee Knight, a term fondly known as Jalkans in my era. So basically, i m a Jalkan attached to Republic Jalkan Congress. Oh Yeah, for the readers info, a Congress is a term for multiple armies. So i m currently stuck for Basic Knighthood Training in the first 3 months in Republic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just yesterday, i recieved my grades for accomplishing the final test at the end of Knighthood Academy, the grades for my slaying of the O Level Monster. Yar so i kinda did pretty ok... so i m officailly staying in Republic. Oh yeah if u do not yet known, the subjects i take during my Knighthood era consisted of 9 altogether... namely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communication Skills (between pple)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communication Skills (between animals/monsters/creatures)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic Alchemy&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;the art of creating potions/explosives/chemical tat aids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in battles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic First Aid&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;as the subject name suggests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic Mechanics&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;the study of construction of machines used fequently in during battles, eg trebukets, battering rams, catapults etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History of Warfare &lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;Duh... the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symbology&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;Study of marks/prints/scars left by creatures and the art of inference and deduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strategic Command&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;the nuturing of planning skills... ie the caculations on where the enemy will approach (velocity/distance.. stuffs like tat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tactical Movement&lt;/strong&gt;--&gt;an advanced study of Strategic Command tat includes differentiation and integration and plenty more caculation stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of cos i didnt take the course on &lt;strong&gt;Terrain Control and Study, &lt;/strong&gt;a research on the physical surafce of the battle field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i like it or not, i m staying in Republic. k to understand my life better, u need to first understand the concepts of Knighthood and the organisations. in my world, pple like u and me undergo 10 yrs of knighthood training at the Academy before being attached to a Congress for further studies and development for 2 yrs, before undegoing an intense training to whipped all the Jalkans into shape, then we enrolled into the Congress itself for a research on a particular field before becoming real Knights to protect our Country. My country, Phyllia, has plenty of Congress within it. A Congress is made up milllions of armies and Councils which plays a key role in the defence of Phyllia. A council is a team of Jalkans inder the supervision of a Knight in the Congress and the entire council undergoes Congress studies together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides Congress and Council, there's still the battlion. A battlion is a single unit of the army. A battlion usually comprises of two Knights and unlimited amount of Jalkans. Of cos within Jalkans, there are levels, namely, the REN Jalkans, EEN Jalkans, GER Jalkans and of cos the ULT Jalkans (remember Jalkans are Knights trainess?) So promotion goes from REN to EEN to GER to ULT before finally to Knights. Of cos there are some Jalkans tat never turned into Knights.... but nvm we shouldnt digress to those...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K now u fairly understand the tip of the ice berg of my life... yar... So currently i m attached to Republic Jalkan Congress.... hah how many times must i repeat this. K of cos there are others Congress out there but all the Congress acts as a defensive barrier within and outside Phyilla. For example there are the Vanguard Jalkan Congress, the Airforce Jalkan Congress, the Navy Jalkans Congres, the Assualt Command Jalkan Congress... u get the idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K back to the blog master the infamous White Knight. I m currently taking 5 subs for the attachments as a form of further studies... haiz... so sianz...namely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advanced Communications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advanced First Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advanced Alchemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advanced Strategy and Tactics Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advanced History and Strategic Affairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K... bascially u jus understood my life... haha so for any queries either post or refer to this first entry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10165035-110976658935864809?l=crapstuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/110976658935864809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10165035&amp;postID=110976658935864809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/110976658935864809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10165035/posts/default/110976658935864809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapstuffs.blogspot.com/2005/03/change-format-my-life-analogy.html' title='Change Format... 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