tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84974782011-04-21T16:57:44.794-07:00Zmajnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497478.post-1098708305756761752004-10-25T05:40:00.000-07:002004-10-25T05:45:05.756-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">In memory of all friends as school draws to an end, listen to this song -- <br /> <br /><a href="http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/chuakss/thecalling.mp3">The Calling - Our Lives</a> <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497478-109870830575676175?l=zmaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zmajnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497478.post-1098705004283579572004-10-25T04:45:00.000-07:002004-10-25T04:50:04.283-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">Exams are over, and there isn't else much to do right now (except ISO, which will end in 2 days). Things to do over holidays: Finally get exercise, drawing, gaming etc. 'Tis the holiday blues, where one can only long for brain stressing homework. <br /> <br />Should I talk of the comic here? Yeah. Time to experiment with colour! Other than that, to do advance strips in anticipation of a hectic year ahead. <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497478-109870500428357957?l=zmaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zmajnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497478.post-1097669174352851602004-10-13T04:50:00.000-07:002004-10-13T05:06:14.353-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't know why I'm posting on this frikkin' blog since not many people read it, and I put up most obvious things to distract you from the fact that I am not putting up any personal facts for you to dribble over or mock. Apparently the purpose of a blog is to complain about the misery of your life to the world, or spread some doo-hickey globs of joy, which I don't. <br /> <br />I wonder if I'm paranoid and stuff like that. What stuff 'tis made of, wherof it is born, I am to learn; and such a want wit sadness makes of me that I have much ado to know myself. <br /> <br />Since I WANT to post personal stuff but the thought of being ridiculed prevents me from doing so, I will put it down in acronyms. <br /> <br />ERO! <br /> <br />LIAFTBHDAPGFPTICHW,BBHHAGAMOS,HTIMPADI. INP. TD, ITC, IRUTPMHCTTIWC. NVM, NYWSSAAVJCOHITIGIACTHNOMPC. ESP DAL. CYAINP. IWDA! <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497478-109766917435285160?l=zmaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zmajnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497478.post-1096312793968239412004-09-27T13:19:00.001-07:002004-09-27T12:45:46.690-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">It was deleted and I don't know why...now it's back up! <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/chuakss/happyending.jpg" align="center" height="330" width="308"> <br /> <br /> <br />Don't hit meh. <br /> <br />Freaky coincidences happened over the weekend. My emails were hacked, my blog was deleted and website taken down. The website wasn't actually taken down, it had several programming problems outside the html. Heh. <br /> <br />Well, at least everything has been restored. Hurrah! Happy Ending! <br />[Don't sue me. Please.] <br /></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497478-109631279396823941?l=zmaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zmajnoreply@blogger.com0