<?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-520246590613561407</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:36:02.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clockwork Ninja</title><subtitle type='html'>Deadly Skills, Always on Time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-90145549380690523</id><published>2009-12-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:10:39.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Lazy</title><content type='html'>For certain reasons, I'm far too lazy to post anything right now, so i shall kindly link you somewhere else. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Flash animations and comics:&lt;br /&gt;www.hungrydonaldschicken.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful browser-based RPG that I demand you join:&lt;br /&gt;www.kingdomofloathing.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-90145549380690523?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/90145549380690523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=90145549380690523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/90145549380690523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/90145549380690523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-lazy.html' title='Too Lazy'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7985959364256955073</id><published>2009-12-25T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:21:41.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY belated CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>Ho Ho Ho, Merry, uh, Boxing Day. Yeah, I'm kind of a day late for posting but whatever. Tis' the season for procrastination. Anyway... Presents! Woo Hoo! So yeah I got this toy lemur ( a ring-tailed lemur, no less ) which is exceptionally soft. On top of that was some Belgian chocolate ( from Belgia(?), no less ) and also this wonderful little gadget called 20Q. Oh, and a book ( made of paper, no less ). Anyway, this 20Q thing is awesome. Basically, it's an electronic game of twenty questions, with you thinking of something, and it asking twenty questions and then figuring out what it is. It's amazingly good, figuring out obscure stuff like air conditioner, pie, black hole, electricity and, uh lemur. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today ( boxing day - although I've no idea why it's called that - I shall Wiki it ) I went to play footsall with Brandon, Vivek, Der Cheng, and Nicholas ( from Canada, no less ) and it basically proved that I still suck. Anyway, it was still fun, until everything devolved into a mindless conversation about Mouse Hunt. I mean, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'VE LOCKED THE CHATBOX YOU BLOODY SPAMMING DOOFS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7985959364256955073?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7985959364256955073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7985959364256955073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7985959364256955073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7985959364256955073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='MERRY belated CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2975641745553154823</id><published>2009-12-20T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:27:53.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Come Easy Go</title><content type='html'>A basic rule of thumb that you can carry with you for your whole life is that if something seems to good to be true, it is. On the flipside, if something seems like it can't get any worse, it probably will. But enough pessimistic ( bordering on emo - man I hate emo ) crap. The point is for the past two weeks I've had the power of the supermagical interwebs ( aka, the internet ) at my new house ( I only ever used to have it in my old house, hence the constant ferrying back and forth. On a footnote, the terms "old" and "new" are completely relative; my new house isn't that new, but my old house really is quite old ). But all good things must come to an end ( a sentence I've heard a lot on those bloody arcade coin machines that last 15 seconds ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bottom line is that thanks to a ridiculous "data limiter whatsamacallit" I can't use the internet in my new house again until next month. Which is precisely why I'm writing this at my old house. Oh well, easy come easy go. In other news, I shall be going to a CF Christmas Party later today, which should be fun. Yay. And in other, other news, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; statistics page shows that I've had a total playtime of around 150 hours. I bet if I put my massive brain and towering intellect to something more useful ( ie, curing cancer ) I would have succeeded by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2975641745553154823?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2975641745553154823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2975641745553154823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2975641745553154823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2975641745553154823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/easy-come-easy-go.html' title='Easy Come Easy Go'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6896857365518345303</id><published>2009-12-14T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:27:38.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Games</title><content type='html'>I have since acquired a taste for Flash games of all types ( although preferably ones that feature explosions ) because of the fact that I now have internet in my new house, but am not allowed to download or install anything with it. Which is fine, because I've found a few gems of the browser game world. Firstly there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fancy Pants Adventures &lt;/span&gt;1 and 2, which are both really fun to play, sort of like Mario but you're a stick man with bright orange pants ( eventually you get to unlock different colours ). The second is longer, and more fun ( the boss is an angry rabbit that hops around infuriatingly ) but both are worth playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, for the all important kaboom requirement, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warfare 1917 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warefare 1944&lt;/span&gt;. The first is, predictably, set in 1917 during the First World War, and the second during the Second World War. But enough history. The bottom line is, in both, you get to command tiny men to blow up tanks. And that's fun enough. The two games have four campaigns between them, and all are worth playing, to kill around two hours. All these games are completely free and don't require any installation or download. Thank God for interwebs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6896857365518345303?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6896857365518345303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6896857365518345303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6896857365518345303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6896857365518345303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/flash-games.html' title='Flash Games'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2694365786210519045</id><published>2009-12-09T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:34:37.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repairs</title><content type='html'>Went to Jia Min's house a few days ago, with his awesome RM3,500 computer and all to waste a few hours playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;. I also bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brothers In Arms: Hell's Highway &lt;/span&gt;( which I am currently installing ) to play there too. Problem: after installation, it won't work. Which is odd, considering RM3,500 is a lot of money. After poking around a bit though, I find a wholly ridiculous problem with his computer and spend the next two hours basically as a repairman. An unpaid one. The problem was this: his graphics card was never being used. Not once. In other words, a very important part of his computer had not been functioning at all since he bought it ( six months ago ) and it took me to find that out and fix it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found this really fun ( if extremely violent ) werewolf hunter game ( it's free, in a browser ) called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vox Populi Vox Dei. &lt;/span&gt;I think. Just search "werewolf hunting game". Great way to kill time. That, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is Only One Level &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Only Live Once &lt;/span&gt;are both excellent ways to waste time. Believe me, I know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2694365786210519045?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2694365786210519045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2694365786210519045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2694365786210519045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2694365786210519045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/repairs.html' title='Repairs'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3337630584487617072</id><published>2009-12-05T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:16:08.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internets!</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging. Which is wholly unremarkable except for the fact that I'm doing this from my new house, which, until very recently ( four hours ago ) has been entirely devoid of the wonders of the supermagical interwebs ( AKA, the internet ). Now, though, thanks to a wireless Maxis modem, all is well in the universe. Almost. There are some niggling problems; firstly, it's about as stable as a mental patient and is really rather slow at times. So it's like an old mental patient. Even so, it's a whole lot better than nothing. At least now I can message - or at least I can once this blasted Windows Live update finishes downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, and excellent way to waste buckets of time is to visit the aptly named Failblog ( &lt;a href="http://www.failblog.org/"&gt;http://www.failblog.org/&lt;/a&gt; ) which basically showcases hundreds of pages worth of epic fail. Utterly unmissable. Aaron introduced it, by the way, and another thing he showed me was &lt;em&gt;Batman: Arkham Asylum&lt;/em&gt; which is an incredibly satisfying depiction of Batman beating up crazy people. Again, utterly unmissable. By the way, if Yi Fen is reading this, what happened to the afternoon session outing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3337630584487617072?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3337630584487617072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3337630584487617072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3337630584487617072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3337630584487617072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/internets.html' title='Internets!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4574035345508080310</id><published>2009-11-30T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:19:41.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting right now. Waiting for a certain Shaun to come. I'm in a cybercafe now ( shocking, is it not? ) and Shaun, is, amazingly, late. As such, I have decided to update my blog, which I have not posted in for a week or so because I have inconveniently been in Singapore. Which, frankly, is a lot more fun than waiting for Shaun. I'm far too tired to describe everything that I did in Singapore at length, and thus I shall compress it as best ( lazily ) as I can. Okay, first, Night Safari. Orchard Road, Chinatown, Zoo, Clarke Quay, small hotel room. Lots of other stuff. Uhhh. Pictures coming soon. Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, not tired enough to stop me from going to a cybercafe and waiting for that blasted Shaun. "WHY YOU ALWAYS SO LATE AH!?" I'll also try to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Warfare 2 &lt;/span&gt;up and running, which took a wholly ridiculous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three and a half hours &lt;/span&gt;to install on my computer. Oh, and I bought season 2 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;. Now... Shaun. He's fifteen minutes late now. And I rushed to be early. See how I'm clearly the more responsible one in this group?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4574035345508080310?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4574035345508080310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4574035345508080310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4574035345508080310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4574035345508080310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting-game.html' title='Waiting Game'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4875595283922840165</id><published>2009-11-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:08:24.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On a Committee?</title><content type='html'>I'm actually supposed to be going to a CF Camp Committee meeting later, presumably to discuss what we're going to be doing for the camp next year. This strikes me as odd because a) I had never, ever previously known that I was ever in a committee for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; and b) because I'm possibly the worst choice to pick for a Camp Committee because I am practically the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; Form 2 CF member who hasn't been to either camp. Not a single one. Anyway, that's just as well, because I can't go, thanks to the "no transport" reason, which sucks. This does seem kind of familiar. Probably because I was invited to something very similar earlier and couldn't go because of "no transport".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, however, I'm going to Singapore next Wednesday. This probably seems like nothing to shout about but the fact is, believe it or not, I have never, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;been to Singapore. In fact, I've only ever been to two countries in my entire life, namely Malaysia and Australia ( although I did spend a good four years there ). Speaking of Australia, I'll be going there for a two week holiday next year, the first time in six years. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4875595283922840165?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4875595283922840165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4875595283922840165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4875595283922840165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4875595283922840165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-on-committee.html' title='I&apos;m On a Committee?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7212473192090624180</id><published>2009-11-15T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:06:12.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Utama &lt;/span&gt;on Saturday. Played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt;. I sucked conspicuously. For the first half, at least. Then I was OK-ish. Jia Min sucked the whole time. Shaun likes shotguns. Brandon loves the AK. Jun Yee likes buying useless crap and then dying, thus driving our team into bankruptcy. Fun indeed. Then watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;, which had a lot more to do with stuff blowing up than an actual story. In fact, I can summarise it all thusly: First it was "Oh noes we are gonna die" followed by "BOOM" then was a plane so it went "SWOOSH" then there was a flood so it went "SPLASH" followed by a sigh of relief and a hearty "Glad that's over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also an earthquake, a stupidly large volcano and a giant plane with some very nice cars in it too, but I can't quite remember where. And by the way, the world doesn't actually end. What a let-on. With all the explosions, satisfying, I guess, but not exactly moving. Then we tried playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;. But we couldn't figure out how, despite the fact that the guys behind us quite clearly did. So we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike &lt;/span&gt;again. Darn you, Brandon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7212473192090624180?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7212473192090624180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7212473192090624180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7212473192090624180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7212473192090624180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7254580713043950499</id><published>2009-11-10T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:59:49.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>School after the exams has since degraded into a spectacularly unproductive mess ( in other words, just the way I like it ) and I honestly haven't had this much fun at school since post-UPSR Year Six. Basically, we've been playing cards, Killer ( which is oddly fun, because I've taken it as my personally duty to kill Jia Min as many times as I possibly can ) and Chess ( in which I checkmated Kylthur, which would be the first time I've checkmated anyone in a long time ). School is just really fun now. For the first time, I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to go. If you truly know me, that's an extraodinary statement. Although sadly this won't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and there were also those Talent Show auditions, and most of them ( about one or two ) were pretty good ( although I regrettably did not see Sausages and Mash - best name ever ). I am however, not really in any position to judge, seeing as I'm not particularly good at singing, dancing or doing stuff with that big Chinese yoyo thingy. Anyway, as to what I'm doing at home, I've been watching the first season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; which is really quite good and soon(ish) I should be going on an outing planned by Brandon ( which is nice because I've planned absolutely everything else ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7254580713043950499?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7254580713043950499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7254580713043950499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7254580713043950499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7254580713043950499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3286525754994451048</id><published>2009-11-05T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:02:33.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, Remember</title><content type='html'>The Fifth of November. Just saying, because V for Vendetta is one of my favourite movies ever ( although I never read the comic book, which came first, but I did read Watchmen though, which is by the same author - and widely recognised to be the greatest graphic novel of all time ). For the uninitiated, the 5th of November is Guy Fawkes Day, who was this guy who blew up something. Or something like that. Anyway, right now, as I write this, my internet has mysteriously died, so I'm typing this on Notepad, for the sole reason that I have absoluteley nothing better to do. I want my Internet! This hasn't happened in a while, which just makes it more jarring when it does, ( no Team Fortress 2 - nooo!! ) and I can only hope it fixes itself tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of games, Boon Kuan, Jia Min and I have made yet another version of Total War on paper, which is just as well because there's nothing else to do in class since the exams are over. And I'm really glad - also because my results thus far have been really very good ( especially Math, which I struggled with in mid year - and I got an A for BM. An A! ). So good, in fact, that my overall average is now better than Jia Min. Which, as many of you know, is practically impossible, so thank God for that. Anyway, now, what to do. I was thinking of playing Total War ( the real one ) again, but my Egyptian campaign on Very Hard difficulty seems to be an exercise in futility. And frustration. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3286525754994451048?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3286525754994451048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3286525754994451048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3286525754994451048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3286525754994451048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember, Remember'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3346652410960247304</id><published>2009-11-01T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:03:45.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Over Again</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's over! Again! I must say, that was pretty annoying, but not nearly as bad as it could've been. And that's something I should get used to, seeing as there are many, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many &lt;/span&gt;exams in my future. But I'm going to ignore that for now, because right now, I'm free! I'm almost euphoric right now, and I have every right to be, considering next year will be Form 3. But we'll get to that later. Yesterday, I celebrated my "holidays" with Yong Teng, Brandon and uh, Jezzey, playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call fo Duty 4, 5, Company of Heroes &lt;/span&gt;( in which I sucked ) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter Strike&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and I also got a ( admittedly cheap ) birthday present for Alycia. Happy really quite belated birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks of school should be fun. It's everything I love about school ( friends, talking endlessly, and playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live &lt;/span&gt;) minus everyting I hate about school ( studying, homework, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt; ) which should be very fun indeed. And on a final note, I have just finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Abundance of Katherines,&lt;/span&gt; which is a book from the same guy who made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for Alaska&lt;/span&gt;, which is another book I talked about a long, long time ago. Anyway, if you do somehow manage to find either, do read them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3346652410960247304?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3346652410960247304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3346652410960247304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3346652410960247304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3346652410960247304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s All Over Again'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1534899397937005104</id><published>2009-10-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:02:15.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Brandon</title><content type='html'>Getting tagged is essentially a much quicker/easier way of typing a post, requiring little to no thought and/or imagination. And right now, I've just been tagged by Brandon ( actually it was quite a while ago but I just noticed ). You know what? I'm too lazy to do that, it's got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50 freaking questions. &lt;/span&gt;Hah! The first time you saw a post start with "Tagged by...." but not actually having anything to do with a tag. Anyway, exams! EGAD! Yesterday, History, and I must say it wasn't as tough as I expected. Well, only because after Pn. Margaret said it was going to be really hard I thought I was going to die on the table. Thankfully, I did not, and it was moderately hard. But the important thing is that it's all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography, on the other hand, is not. But I'm pretty sure it won't be as mind-blowingly evil. In either case, the end is near. Not the end of the world, the end of exams! Which is like, the beginning of a new world, with freedom and stuff. Which is fun. Then I've got PMR next year. But I don't care! Cos' this'll be fun! Weeee! *cough* Anyway, just three more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1534899397937005104?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1534899397937005104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1534899397937005104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1534899397937005104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1534899397937005104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagged-by-brandon.html' title='Tagged by Brandon'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8317086366305820556</id><published>2009-10-21T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:59:02.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>I've got a sneaking, lurking suspicion that exams might just be playing tricks on my mind. I've studied more for these exams than I can remember studying for a long, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;time. It's rather amazing. Of course, me studying for a really long time constitutes to about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; the amount of the time most of you are, and probably under a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quarter &lt;/span&gt;of some freaks I know. But I still think it's messing with me. Case in point, yesterday night, after my first day of exams, I had a most ridiculous dream. It was sort of a cross between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt; ( more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total War&lt;/span&gt; actually ) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, I was at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt; ordering a well, burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the some time, I was somehow playing some sort of strategy game involving tanks. Here's the trippy part: as parts of my burger were being assembled, I fought them with tanks. So I've got a hundred tanks blasting away at buns, patties, onions and tomatoes. When I ordered fries I fought fries. Something is clearly wrong with this dream. Anyways, the English paper was pretty good ( thank God ) and amazingly, I did have a faint idea of what potpourri was. Yay! So, all the best, and lets hold on to our sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8317086366305820556?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8317086366305820556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8317086366305820556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8317086366305820556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8317086366305820556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-ridiculous.html' title='Just Ridiculous'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6399589291320422349</id><published>2009-10-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:50:17.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going On</title><content type='html'>This'll just be a short compression of the things I have done this past holiday ( or as some of you know it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;-days ), thankfully, not me of course. I strike a wonderful balance between hard work and fun; i.e. little work, lots of fun. Of course, the word 'little' is relative, and that was relative to the super crazy ultra studying book eating machines of my class. Of course, relative to my own desires, the amount I'm studying is incomprehensibly large ( half an hour to one hour a day ). Anyway, a couple of days ago, I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W&lt;/span&gt; in an attempt to ruthlessly expliot their free Wi-Fi service for the cost of two root beers. As with all excellent plans, it failed, as the Wi-Fi was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't all bad, given that later I went to the cybercafe ( see that little work, lots of fun thing? ) to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty: World at War. &lt;/span&gt;Although I'd be lying if I said it was in any amount deep or meaningful, I still like the part when everything exploded ( i.e. all the time ). So yeah. And yesterday was my mom's birthday, which meant going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama, &lt;/span&gt;where I saw a computer gaming expo/competition, with a professional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike &lt;/span&gt;team. For those of you who love gaming, it wasn't really as interesting as it seemed ( mainly because I counldn't play ) and for those who don't, it's about as boring as you think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6399589291320422349?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6399589291320422349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6399589291320422349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6399589291320422349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6399589291320422349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-on.html' title='Going On'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8220470435334610273</id><published>2009-10-11T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:02:36.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take Yer in a Fight</title><content type='html'>It's coming... exams! Which means I am really, really bored. For those of you who share my pain ( all of you, unless you actually find studying a fun learning experience, in which case I would like to know what you're on ) I've found a delightfully stabby strategy game in Flash called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1066&lt;/span&gt;. It basically involves a lot of stabbing. And thinking. It's a rare creature. Plus, absolutely free. Google it. And for all you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SA &lt;/span&gt;freakazoids who won't pick up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TF2&lt;/span&gt; cus it's not free, then try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlefield Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, which is also free, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't suck&lt;/span&gt;. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, with my recent obsession with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy &lt;/span&gt;and all, I, being a blatant freeloader, have managed to read the first five ( or so ) chapters entirely in the store, all without paying a single cent. Which is fun. What I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;pay money for, however, is the movie version. Which is OK so far. But the book, that's something else. You have to read it. Not in the way you have to read a History textbook, but more like the way you read the "HIGH VOLTAGE" sign before you touch wiring. In other words, essential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8220470435334610273?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8220470435334610273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8220470435334610273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8220470435334610273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8220470435334610273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-take-yer-in-fight.html' title='I&apos;ll Take Yer in a Fight'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-894906813629940567</id><published>2009-10-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:07:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I'm just too freaking lazy to write a post today. So, instead, I'm gonna show a video. Ladies and gentlemen, Wong Jun Kit; brought to you via the magic of YouTube. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bToAesVOjss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bToAesVOjss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks ( screams ) for it self, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-894906813629940567?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/894906813629940567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=894906813629940567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/894906813629940567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/894906813629940567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7592233478584543796</id><published>2009-10-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:48:40.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchiker</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty bored lately, ( with all that exams nonsense and stuff ) so I've been playing a couple of new games, watching a couple of new movies, and reading a couple of books. Ok, one book. Ok, one chapter from one book. Happy? Anyway, I've got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitman: Blood Money&lt;/span&gt;, and all though the cutscenes and voices are all completely messed up, to say this game was about the characters would be a gross lie. It's about changing into a clown outfit, sneaking into a house, and releasing clown-based mayhem. Or something. And I think I'm gonna try playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Life 2&lt;/span&gt; for the third time, but this time I'm man enough to try it on "Normal" instead of "Easy". Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for movies, I've recently rewatched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM LEGEND&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, it's not all caps, but it looks more dramatic like that. It's like, really good. That and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellboy II: The Golden Army&lt;/span&gt;. It's about a red dude who saves the whatever from the inevitable yada yada. But it has explosions and fighting. Which is fun enough. And on the book section, I read the first chapter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt; and now I really, really want to get it. And I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reader's Digest.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7592233478584543796?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7592233478584543796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7592233478584543796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7592233478584543796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7592233478584543796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/hitchiker.html' title='Hitchiker'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-20088588678064933</id><published>2009-09-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:03:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffled Scream</title><content type='html'>This "exams" nonsense is getting to my head. I'm less of a happy-go-lucky guy and more of an annoyed "Aaaargh!!!" kinda guy now. To put it subtly. All reassurances from my family that this is fine, and on the grand scheme of things this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't freaking matter&lt;/span&gt; are quickly dashed by the fact that all of the teachers ( and students, mind you ) seem to be treating this like an end-of-the-world thing. And dare I say, they're doing pretty well. It's driving me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;. Am I the only one who thinks that we shouldn't really care? And yet I'm the one going mad about it. This isn't made better by the fact that my History teacher expressly stated that the exam was going to be absurdly hard. Oh, joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Australia. I know I always say this, but the educational system there is the one of the things I miss the most. I mean, is it just me, or is this a tad ridiculous to you? The exams, stress and etcetera are meant to prepare you for the stresses of working life. In other words, they hurt you now, so you won't be surprised when they hurt you later. I'm not saying my life is hell, it's actually relatively ( to the right people ) great. Maybe I'm soft, and not accustomed to your "exams are everything" way of life, but I'm saying that school could be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much better&lt;/span&gt;. Cough. Gag. Muffled scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-20088588678064933?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/20088588678064933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=20088588678064933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/20088588678064933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/20088588678064933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/muffled-scream.html' title='Muffled Scream'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-290180273305565833</id><published>2009-09-27T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:01:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BioShocked</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama &lt;/span&gt;with Brandon on Wednesday. Shaun was mean to go too, but it didn't work out. So it was just the two of us. Which was OK, I guess, but then something went wrong with the movie. Long story short, after a series or ridiculous complications, we paid for the ticket, but couldn't watch the movie. Stuff sucks. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G-Force&lt;/span&gt;, by the way, and I've no idea if it was good anyway. In the end, however, the day was salvaged by having a Ms. Coco Frappe at the Chocolate Lounge ( the best drink, ever ) and then playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company of Heroes &lt;/span&gt;at the cybercafe. All in all, pretty fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday I went to Aaron's house. After experimenting for a while with the ridiculously violent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prototype&lt;/span&gt;, I went on to try out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BioShock&lt;/span&gt;. It's an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;game, and even though I had a madly rushed playthrough, it was awesome nonetheless, like reading a really good book but being in the book, and shooting stuff. And Andrew Ryan is my favourite character in a game. Like, ever. Of course none of this will make any sense to you unless you've played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BioShock &lt;/span&gt;( which you haven't ) so I suggest you play it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. It's better than that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sudden Attack&lt;/span&gt; crap you're wasting your life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-290180273305565833?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/290180273305565833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=290180273305565833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/290180273305565833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/290180273305565833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/bioshocked.html' title='BioShocked'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6157374323167027679</id><published>2009-09-21T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:02:41.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Again!</title><content type='html'>Yay, it's the holidays again! And although I must say that holidays are one of my favourite things on this little planet of ours; a moment of respite from the combined forces of stress and tedium that plague our everyday lives, I must say that I can't help but feel that this is the calm before the storm. Or to stretch it even further, the cigarrette before execution by firing squad. Ok, maybe that is a tad exaggerating, but this still is my last holiday before the exams. Although that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. On Friday, I went to Shaun's house, and alhough his computer abruptly exploded, we still managed to have fun playing with his BB gun ( technically it was an airsoft gun, BB guns fire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lead &lt;/span&gt;pellets that have been known to kill ) by shooting it at the wall with enough force to shatter the pellets. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fired a capgun for the first time in my life, and it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;. My left ear was deaf for a couple of minutes. And I've been dying to say this for a long time: "I love the smell of gunpowder in the morning." There. It's out of my system. Anyways, we then went for some mamaking, and tomorrow I shall merrily make my way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama &lt;/span&gt;with friends. Then I'm going to Aaron's. And I'm going to own Jia Min in  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6157374323167027679?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6157374323167027679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6157374323167027679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6157374323167027679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6157374323167027679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/holidays-again.html' title='Holidays, Again!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2043508642253789139</id><published>2009-09-15T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:59:36.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live 2</title><content type='html'>I've now recently made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live 2: Revenge of Live&lt;/span&gt;. If you have no idea what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live 1 &lt;/span&gt;was in the first place, then I suggest you completely ignore this article. So far, the only changes I've made to the basic formula ( which I made as well *smug grin* ) are the omission of those scissors-paper-stone duels and a new "realistic mode". What that basically means is that your fate is now entirely in my hands. No matter how good you are at scissors-paper-stone, I can still make you get hit by a car if you don't look left and right when crossing the road. Ha! And realistic mode basically means I'll just make you life a lot harder. And there's also a new focus on cats, peanut butter, and the city of New York. Those of you who don't know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live &lt;/span&gt;is are probably perplexed by now. Or deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm almost done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus Ex&lt;/span&gt;. Yay! The story so far has been really, really good and the game itself has been really, really long. But I'll finish it soon. I think. After that will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; ( again ) in which I have clocked something like over 200 hours playing, 45 of which as the Spy class. And I'm still not that good. Don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2043508642253789139?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2043508642253789139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2043508642253789139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2043508642253789139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2043508642253789139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-2.html' title='Live 2'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-83354508095411233</id><published>2009-09-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:01:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>It's getting progressively harder to try and keep up with my "at least six posts a month" goal. I created this blog for two reasons. Firstly, so that I'll have something to do when I'm bored. Amazingly, I'm no longer bored when I'm on the computer. In fact, I now have an overload of awesome games I want to play. Case in point&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Deus Ex&lt;/span&gt;, which, after three ( or more ) weeks, I have still yet to complete. And there's still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;, and although my skills now tend to fluctuate wildly, on the whole it's still a hugely satisfying experience. And Jia Min has it now. Which means I can own him. The next reason was basically so I could read it when I'm older, and then smugly comment on how I'd "moved on since then" and nostalgically read about my highschool misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... maybe not. Anyway, my point ( if I do have one at all ) is that I don't want this blog to die. The internet is positively jammed with blogs of people who started a blog because it was "cool" *vomit* at the time, and then abandoned it because they got lazy. And although hardly anyone reads this ( and I don't blame them - I've stuck strictly with a "no pictures at all" rule; thus making this all look like a random mess of words ), I started it, and I'm gonna finish this. Although you can't technically "finish" a blog. Oh and exams are coming. *gulp* Godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-83354508095411233?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/83354508095411233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=83354508095411233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/83354508095411233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/83354508095411233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-225840453052192257</id><published>2009-09-07T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:59:42.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>I went to Penang on Saturday, the occasion being my grandfather's funeral. On the way there, we played twenty questions, and I basically hummed every single song that I knew in my head. That killed a good hour and a half. Among the songs included were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow, Clocks, Viva la Vida, Stacy's Mom, Ode to Crayola, Ultimate Showdown, Planets Bend Between Us, The Little Things ( Wanted ) &lt;/span&gt;and lots, lots more. Stuff like that sticks in my mind. Now you know what's in my head. In my cousins house, we ended up playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World in Conflict &lt;/span&gt;( the campaign anyway ) and I also spent a lot of time reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/span&gt;. He has hundreds of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met a lot of relatives, including some that I had never, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;seen in my life. A lot of catching up to do. On a lighter note, those of you suffering from chronic boredom may want to download &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gravity Bone&lt;/span&gt;, a first-person espionage game that's free, is only 20Mb and only takes about 30 or so minutes to complete. Trust me; it's worth it. You may also want to try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Worm&lt;/span&gt;, a game in which you're a giant worm eating those above ground. Soon tanks and planes arrive. Best of all, it gives your score in meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-225840453052192257?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/225840453052192257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=225840453052192257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/225840453052192257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/225840453052192257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1459752700047652465</id><published>2009-08-31T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:10:20.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, The Finale</title><content type='html'>Woot, dramatic title! It's so like, dramatic, man. I mean, finales are so awesome, and in accordance with the laws of awesomeness now, the holidays should have it's most exciting, dramatic moment right about... Now! Hmm... A tad underwhelming. Sigh. In fact, it is my duty to inform you that the holidays ( mine, at least ) end not with a bang, but with a whimper. That whimper being a big, long sigh. But fret not! For the next month there will be shorter school days! Which means I'll actually be home in time to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;. Like, you know, some real learning. Although after that there'll be some awful, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awful &lt;/span&gt;exams, at least I had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during the second half of the hols, I uhh... went to the park with Shaun, to er run around, but then it rained. Then on Saturday and Sunday Aaron came over and so I basically spent the whole time watching movies ( and Rowan Atkinson stand-up comedy ) and then playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;followed by watching videos of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chaser's War on Everything &lt;/span&gt;( funny ) on YouTube. It's been a fun ten days, but like all good things, whimper or not; it has to come to an end. *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1459752700047652465?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1459752700047652465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1459752700047652465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1459752700047652465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1459752700047652465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/holidays-finale.html' title='Holidays, The Finale'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1669193012645149502</id><published>2009-08-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:29:24.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Half - Way</title><content type='html'>Half -way through my holidays. Which is nice. They've been pretty good to me so far, and I've even managed to get my KGT finished. Yes, it's dead! But like zombies, you never know when you're quite finished, so I'll keep a shotgun in my pocket ( somehow ) just in case it needs offing. Anyway, on Monday I went to Shaun's house to basically goof around. And goof around I did. One of the first activities we tried was to take his bear-soft toy thing ( named Bu-Bu, by the way ) and throw it at each other as hard as we could. Headshots were two points. It was amazingly fun, counsidering the simplicity. Next I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crysis &lt;/span&gt;on his astoundingly buffed computer with everything set to High and with 8x AA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, then, went to Elaine's house with Tze Kwang, Boon Kuan, Claudia, Esther and Jia Min to well, er, do Math work. Exciting, is it not? Anyway, we managed to squeeze some fun out of the whole deal, and later found some time to play an amazingly tiny match of football, followed by some odd penalty shootouts. Oh yeah, and Claudia spent a good two hours designing a house in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sims 2&lt;/span&gt;. Right now, I should be going to school to help clean up, but I've got no transport. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1669193012645149502?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1669193012645149502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1669193012645149502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1669193012645149502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1669193012645149502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/holidays-half-way.html' title='Holidays, Half - Way'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4144257081750439280</id><published>2009-08-19T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:56:41.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Report v3.0</title><content type='html'>Got a couple things to cover here, mainly, my birthday. It was quite fun. Didn't get splashed though, although I can't really say that's a bad thing. Got some gifts, among them being an apple, gummies, a bottle, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planet Shakers&lt;/span&gt; CD, money, some cards and a mobile phone holder for my non-existant mobile phone. The day after my birthday, namely Saturday, was when I went to Yi Fen's party. Woot. We ate pizza, cake, played some games ( I won a PSP game by spamming every single control even though I had never used a PSP before ) went to the park and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scary Movie&lt;/span&gt;. The first five minutes, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I spent a solid hour and a half doing my KGT. Oh, KGT. Sigh. Then of course, was my belated birthday dinner! Wee! My sister cooked burritos ( my favourite food in the world, by the way, and I've haven't eaten any since I got back from Australia ) and a chocolate cloud cake with whipped cream. On Sunday, I went ( again with five friends, and again with them all being boys ) to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama &lt;/span&gt;to basically kill time. Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliens in the Attic &lt;/span&gt;then played foosball, pool, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt; and the arcade. Can't really write more now, I've gotta finish up my KGT. Then play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus Ex&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medieval II&lt;/span&gt;. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4144257081750439280?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4144257081750439280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4144257081750439280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4144257081750439280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4144257081750439280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/status-report-v30.html' title='Status Report v3.0'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8189397616111584927</id><published>2009-08-13T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:59:26.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today. Do you know what day it is? Why, it's a beautiful Friday, 14th of August! ( technically it'll say 13th August but that's a time-zone error ). More than that, it's also Pakistani independence day! Amazing, you say? There's more! It's also the birthday of Enzo Ferrari, the very founder of Ferrari! You know, the sports car that no one can afford. Oh wait, actually it's his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death day&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well. And this day in 1969, British troops are sent to Northern Ireland. This day in 2007, the 2007 Kahtaniya bombings kill at least 400 people. I don't even know what that is! What is that!? As you can see, some stuff happened on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather more significantly, though ( to me at least ), it's also my birthday! Woot! Happy Birthday to me! Anyways, I'm not really going to do anything today, other than get splashed, I suppose, but tomorrow I'll be going to Yi Fen's birthday party ( yes, I know ) followed by my own "party" on Sunday. Which will very much be a small affair. As in last year, none of the girls are coming. History repeats itself. At least, the annoying parts anyway. So yeah, and happy ( early ) birthday to Yi Fen too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8189397616111584927?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8189397616111584927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8189397616111584927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8189397616111584927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8189397616111584927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3184721495526686866</id><published>2009-08-09T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:05:44.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot</title><content type='html'>"Woot" is now an official word in the English dictionary. Now, if you write it in your essays, teachers can't penalize you. Unless they're grumpy hags. Just so you know. Anyway, eighth August was The Grace Youth Conference. Woot! Ha! Which Brandon did not go to ( rawr ). Anyways, it was great, I took the Starter Kit workshop, then we had lunch ( chicken curry yum ) and then Pastor Henry spoke. Followed by a second workshop ( I took worship, you have three to choose from - or you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have had three to choose from if you went. Yes, you. ) Followed by tea ( which was really dinner - I don't know who eats noodles for tea ). Then there was the Night Rally, which predictably was at noght, where Pastor Daniel Ross spoke. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to be there. But you weren't ( unless you're Benjamin, Joshua or Rufina ). But you're not. Anyways, to sum it up in one word: woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we now come to the subject of my birthday. It is on Friday. More importantly though, my birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;party &lt;/span&gt;is on Saturday ( by the way, if you read this you're automatically invited ), but even more importantly, that's exactly the same day as Yi Fen's birthday party. This'll be awkward. As Han Jiang ( who apparently is being forced to go to Yi Fen's party ) explained to me on the phone last night, there are three possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;1. We merge our parties in 1U or some restaurant in Aman Suria.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone goes to Yi Fen's party and mine is crap.&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone goes to my party and Yi Fen kills me and I die.&lt;br /&gt;The future seems bleak. A strange discussion awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3184721495526686866?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3184721495526686866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3184721495526686866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3184721495526686866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3184721495526686866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/woot.html' title='Woot'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-169571507463460349</id><published>2009-08-03T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:03:07.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus Ex Machina</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;has been taking a back seat for quite a while now ( a while in my terms being 2-3 weeks ) because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ArmA&lt;/span&gt;, the insane soldier sim, has been chipping away at it. Another game that I have  begun to neglect recently is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRID&lt;/span&gt;, the super tough racing game I described earlier. Although it's a whopping ten gigabytes, however, I'm not quite sure I'm ready to delete it yet. That, and the fact that I only have an 80GB hard drive, explains why I have only 12GB left. But even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ArmA&lt;/span&gt; may be eclipsed by a game I've just installed. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus Ex &lt;/span&gt;( cookie if you know what it means and how to pronounce it ). It's a game where, in the tutorial, I managed to blow both my legs off. Needless to say: best tutorial ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, on Sunday night, I went to Boon Kuan's house to "discuss" our History play about independence. By "discuss" I mean "play foosball" and by "independence" I mean "for one and a half hours". Which was fun. Although in the end we did complete some work ( I wrote one scene! ), it would've been a disaster, if not for Elaine who took it all back, filled in the holes, typed it all out, and printed it. Basically, did what we were meant to do all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-169571507463460349?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/169571507463460349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=169571507463460349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/169571507463460349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/169571507463460349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/deus-ex-machina.html' title='Deus Ex Machina'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2340569725230443859</id><published>2009-07-27T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:02:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>I've seen two new movies recently. The first of which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers 2. &lt;/span&gt;Although I must say it was pretty fun, towards the end it just turned into a mega-super-crazy explosionathon. I mean, they could've blown up the theater and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Whether that's a good thing, I'll leave for you to decide. Th next movie I watched was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt;, which you've almost certainly never heard of. It's a complicated, somewhat odd story, so I'll just give you the gist. It's an animation, and it's about a girl who finds a secret door in her house which leads to an alternate version of her life which is the same, only it's much better and everyone has buttons on their eyes. It's hard to tell wether it's a children's movie, because at some parts it's super-crazy psycho-freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of eyes, after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/span&gt;, I got new glasses. My power has gone up quite considerably, from 225-225 to 375-425 in the space of three and a half years. I am quite aware that is not good. But I'll try to make it better. Less computer, more shut-eye... Although as you can see I'm blogging now, but I'll be off, promise. Sorta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2340569725230443859?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2340569725230443859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2340569725230443859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2340569725230443859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2340569725230443859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6414720779125124157</id><published>2009-07-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:57:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocy</title><content type='html'>This is a little story I like to call "Me Being an Idiot". It goes something like this. I am in my room. I want to go downstairs. I get up, walk over to the door, and switch off the lights. I then grab the door handle, and pull it open. Straight into my face. I guess I was standing a tad close when I opened it. It's another one of those moments of genius that are sprinkled on my life. My glasses got screwed up pretty bad when they were shoved into my face, and so I spent the next fifteen minutes straightening them out. They're still a little wonky, but until I get my new pair ( Saturday ), this'll have to do. Come to think of it, it's not that bad; if I wasn't wearing my glasses then I would've gotten a black eye or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more tales of idiocy. This time, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ArmA&lt;/span&gt;, a shooter-war-etc. game/FPS. Here's how it goes. I have to get my squad in a car. I tell them to follow me, and walk them five hundred meters to get inside. Nothing happens. I realize that one squad member is still five hundred meters away, shouting on the radio that he's lost. Very well, I walk all the way back, tell him to follow me, and walk to the car again. He doesn't move an inch. I walk all the way back to him. I now have two options. a) I can order my squad out of the car and make the entire 800m journey on foot. b) I can shoot him in the face. Since all my squad members ( the alive ones, anyway ) will then be in the car, I can proceed. I choose B. I run back to the car and it starts driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight into a tree. I end up making the entire 800m journey on foot anyway, one man less. It's these infuriating, ridiculous moments that make me feel like giving up. It's the awesome fun before and after that ensure that I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6414720779125124157?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6414720779125124157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6414720779125124157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6414720779125124157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6414720779125124157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/idiocy.html' title='Idiocy'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6587753849191740075</id><published>2009-07-15T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:58:08.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally Stuff</title><content type='html'>Back on the rally, we had a great session of praise and worship, and you could seriously feel the ground shaking from all the jumping and stuff. We were right in front of the stage, so yeah, it was pretty loud. We had a pastor Daniel ( if I'm not mistaken ) speaking ( "BODOH!" ) followed by Pastor Andy after lunch. And speaking of lunch, Tze Kwang ( AKA Goliath ) sure can eat. Yong Teng ( Bob ) and I decided to share a single plate of rice, since we weren't that hungry. Tze Kwang, on the other hand, ate two. And then a Chicken and Cheese Hot Roll. That's like four times as much as us. And he could still jump without throwing up. Brandon ( Primashanti??? ) on the other hand just had a roll, along with Han Jiang ( Malachi ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, all those names in brackets were Christian names for all those who didn't have one that day ( yes, even Goliath ) except well, Primashanti, which was decidedly random. On other things, when I'm not deleting the alarming amount of spam on my chatbox ( from Jun Yee ), I'm playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ArmA&lt;/span&gt;, which although is incredibly fun, has ridiculously bad AI. Like driving over team-mates and parking on their heads. Or flying straight into a cliff. Maybe that's just part of the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6587753849191740075?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6587753849191740075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6587753849191740075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6587753849191740075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6587753849191740075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/rally-stuff.html' title='Rally Stuff'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7297779752876135699</id><published>2009-07-11T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:48:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subang Rally</title><content type='html'>I just went for Subang Rally yesterday. For the uninitiated, it's a Christian Fellowship rally for all the highschools and colleges in the Subang area. Oh yeah, and also DJ. Which is odd, because only  seven people out of the four hundred or so were from DJ. I'll say that again; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of four hundred&lt;/span&gt;. It's also safe to say that it blew away all of my expectations, although I must say that I didn't really have any; this is the first rally I've ever been to ( didn't go for the Prayer Rally ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the DJ presence there was unquestionably smaller than it could ( and should have been - c'mon, the entire DJ entourage came in one car ); it's presence was no less felt, as shown by Brandon who, oddly enough proceeded to shake hands with and talk to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely everyone &lt;/span&gt;he came across. And of course, we tagged along, proceeding to basically scare and confuse the general populace. It was, however, awesome fun, and a little nice introduction can go a long way ( albeit sometimes in the wrong direction ). Oh yeah, and Recess Revolution - gotta get started. Ask me if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all before the rally itself even started. There's so much to say ( which I will try to follow up in a later post ) but I'm at a cybercafe right now and I really want to get to the shooting things part. Somewhat relating to that, I've got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ArmA &lt;/span&gt;up and running, at last, and it's about just as good as I thought it'd be ( which is okay, since I thought it would be awesome ). There's also all this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other stuff &lt;/span&gt;that I want to say, but I fear it will not survive contact with the sneering eyes of the internets. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7297779752876135699?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7297779752876135699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7297779752876135699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7297779752876135699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7297779752876135699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/subang-rally.html' title='Subang Rally'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-100046110135335905</id><published>2009-07-05T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:03:14.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otherwise Occupied</title><content type='html'>For the next couple of weeks or so, I'm going to be otherwise occupied, with my cousins, my aunt, my uncle and all going to be staying over at my old house. Which almost invariably means less computer time. Which also means more infrequent posts. Not that you care. Anyway, they're both little girls, they're half-Irish ( which means they've got an Irish accent ) and they're seemingly endlessly energetic. And that also means, since there's only one proper shower in my old house, I have to bathe downstairs. With a bucket. You didn't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I've just finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/span&gt; ( absolutely nothing to do with the Jonas Brothers, and I'm glad for it ) and it's every bit as awesome as I thought it'd be, and then a little bit more ( it does, however, have everything to do with World War II, a subject I find more than a little interesting. Seriously, if our History lessons included it, I could finally use all this useless information for something ). Other than that, nothing much has been happening, except overwhelmingly more of the same. What about you? ( see I asked about you, proving that I am not self-absorbed. *cough* )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-100046110135335905?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/100046110135335905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=100046110135335905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/100046110135335905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/100046110135335905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/otherwise-occupied.html' title='Otherwise Occupied'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3127884372261789410</id><published>2009-07-02T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:15:03.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Day</title><content type='html'>Open Day went pretty alright for me. I quite enjoyed the fact that we got to skip KH again today ( we're way behind almost every single class ). And I've just finished 2/3 of my art homework, which means I'm now semi free. And there's CF later. And PJ. So yay. One thing I never quite understood was why people were always so afraid of Open Day. It's not like parents slaughter their children right? Heh. Sitting in line in 2 Keruing because I skipped Kesatria one too many times, I couldn't help but overhear the guy next to me getting grilled by his mother. He had ( as I heard ) had eight absenties for one of his extracurricular activities. His mother then proceeded to beat the hell out of him, verbally. The boy tried to answer but soon realised that saying nothing would probably be the best course of action. I just looked at my feet, pretended I couldn't hear, and thanked God I wasn't in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/span&gt;, by the way, had been absolutely awesome, just as I predicted. After a while you kinda get used to seeing so much blood everywhere ( World War II, c'mon ) but then you remember that everything that happens in the film happened in real life so yeah, that guy's leg really did get blown off, and that guy really did get his jugular shot out. I'll keep watching though, as it's just too good. One thing that sucks is that World War II isn't included in our History lessons, instead we get s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tuff like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the freaking Klang War&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. Otherwise, I'd probably ace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3127884372261789410?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3127884372261789410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3127884372261789410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3127884372261789410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3127884372261789410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/open-day.html' title='Open Day'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6725574539338791854</id><published>2009-06-29T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:03:48.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of Brothers</title><content type='html'>I've now been spending my nights watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/span&gt;, a 10-part HBO miniseries focusing on the actions of Easy Company, United States Army, during World War II. No, they're not really brothers. Anyway, I'm of the opinion that it's freaking awesome, as I've always had a thing for war movies, cases in point: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generation Kill, Saving Private Ryan &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Hawk Down&lt;/span&gt;. I recommend all, although the opening scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saving Private Ryan &lt;/span&gt;is not for the squeamish. Anyways, I've got the DVD boxset, and there are ten episodes, each about an hour plus long. That'll fill a few nights. Not to mention the special features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Braid &lt;/span&gt;it was only a matter of time before something crawled up to take it's place in my cramped schedule. And that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRID&lt;/span&gt;. A racing game, and it's about as far from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need for Speed&lt;/span&gt; as you can possibly get. By that I mean it makes sense. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt;. And that also means it's absofreakinglutely difficult. I tried normal mode and the best I got was eleventh place. Out of twelve. Even easy aint no cakewalk. It is hardness incarnate. There's even this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Mans 24 Hour&lt;/span&gt; race, which in real life is 24 hours long. Here it's 24 minutes. I got 19th place. Out of 20. The 20th car got totalled. That was easy mode. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6725574539338791854?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6725574539338791854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6725574539338791854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6725574539338791854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6725574539338791854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/band-of-brothers.html' title='Band of Brothers'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-545023216992507027</id><published>2009-06-24T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:43:26.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Place</title><content type='html'>I've just finished Braid, the aforementioned cross-over between Mario and time-travel. And the ending was... deep. You should play it, and feel the brain strain. I've never used so many parts of my head at once, no, not even when studying for exams. Although technically I did cheat a bit ( c'mon, in a game that hard, a few walkthroughs here and there can't hurt, right? ) but what have technicalities ever done for us, eh? Anyways, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ArmA&lt;/span&gt; download, after an amazing 100kb/s start, has fizzled down to a measly 10 or so kb/s. This could take a while. And I've also finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plants vs Zombies&lt;/span&gt;, having defeated the ginourmous robot-zombie mega boss. With melons. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also now got my position in class. Overall I think I did about the same as the beggining of year exam, although the non-C for BM was very welcome. In the end I got a percentage of 85 or 86 or something and a total position of *drumroll* 13th. Shut up, I know you're probably ridiculously smart, but thirteen is a lucky number ( right? ). All in all, I'm pretty happy with my results, and once again, Jia Min, Boon Kuan and I are the top three boys in our class ( although with only 15 boys in our class, that wasn't really tough to pull off. Still, don't ruin my moment. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-545023216992507027?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/545023216992507027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=545023216992507027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/545023216992507027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/545023216992507027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-and-place.html' title='Time and Place'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7239482204554136735</id><published>2009-06-20T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:52:21.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braid</title><content type='html'>Braid is the name of my latest time-waster. I've been playing it for the last couple of days, and I won't rest until it's completed. I owe it to my brain. Braid is a puzzle game, but much smarter than your average one. In short, it's like Mario with time travel. It's also one of the most difficult games I've ever played. Some puzzles are really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hard, and I get a headache just thinking about it. But it's awesome. The artwork is beautiful, and the endless soothing tones give a nice, relaxing feeling. Or they would, if some of the puzzles were not so bloody hard. I've spent forty-five minutes on collecting just one item. And many puzzles I'm yet to complete. But the satisfaction of it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, completely unrelated note, I counted like 15 police officers lining the streets on the drive down here, plus one helicopter. Whatever's going on, I hope it's good. On yet another unrelated note, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; skills have dipped considerably. You see, I'm beginning to suck. And the more I suck, the less I play. The less I play the more I suck; and so on. Thus, I am now downloading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ArmA&lt;/span&gt;, the sequel to the ultra-realistic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation Flashpoint &lt;/span&gt;that I loved so much. Godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7239482204554136735?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7239482204554136735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7239482204554136735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7239482204554136735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7239482204554136735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/braid.html' title='Braid'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4277714550766382029</id><published>2009-06-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:59:48.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start</title><content type='html'>The holidays have ended, and I've been rudely awakened by a splash of water ( or acid ) and have come to the sobering conclusion that yes, I'm in school. Darn. Ah well. My results have actually been pretty good so far, especially the fact that I didn't get a C for BM ( thank God ).Other than that, nothing much else has happened. We sang a song about mushrooms, played a game about farming ( and burning ), and stoned quite a bit. Not the apocalypse I was fearing, but as always, I can't wait for the holidays. I never can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Sports day. Most of you will be in a Practice thingy ( I don't really know ) as I speak ( or write ). But to me, that simply means a free day today. Awesome. And I'm not going for Sports Day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like marching&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why I even tried. Although now, I can beat Jia Min in a one on one race. HA! And I just got this game called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Braid&lt;/span&gt;, sorta like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mario&lt;/span&gt; with time travel; which I'll be getting to right... about.... now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4277714550766382029?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4277714550766382029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4277714550766382029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4277714550766382029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4277714550766382029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/start.html' title='Start'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-9018669099559056237</id><published>2009-06-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:31:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Baking, Eating, Falling and Exploding</title><content type='html'>Whoa did so much stuff in the past couple of days. This is fun. Lets start with Tuesday, or Baking Day. We decided to go to Tze Kwangs house to bake a cake and some choco-balls ( Nanahoj ) for Johanan's birthday party the following day. It went great. Or at least, would've if I wasn't there. It seems my fears about baking were well founded. We started by making those choco-balls and almost immediately we realised we had burnt the chocolate. After an attempt to save it by drowning it with a large amount of milk, Tze Kwang abruptly realised that he had left out two major ingredients. Thus Brandon and Han Jiang ran all the way to Atria, and panic ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Alycia came, and by that time we were "done" with the choco-ball batter, so she started work on the cake. I decided to help. Which is exactly when I screwed up. Suffice it to say, I attempted to crack an egg into the mixing bowl ( which I have done before, mind you ), and it well, *ahem* exploded onto the table. Needless to say, I never touched anything again, instead preferring to back away and watch from a distance. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe, just maybe, it was the egg's fault. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the surprise party. Started at eight the next morning, which meant I was suitably lethargic by the time I got there. The moment I did, anyway, Alycia, being the wonderful, confidentiality-respecting person that she is, immediately proceeded to tell everyone about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome baking skills&lt;/span&gt;. And then she posted it on her blog. The party went pretty great, except for when, against my better judgement, I decided to eat one of my chocolate balls ( which are, by the way, infused with a less-than-healthy amount of sugar; Tze Kwang went a bit overboard ). I had a stomach ache for the remainder of the day. Not to say that noone liked it though, I know some people got high from the sugary overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday, I went to Genting, the first time I went in the past five years. Where do I start? I know, I'll start with breakfast. For breakfast, we went to a local coffee house where there was a gas fire which looked pretty cool. Good thing we didn't all die. Next up, after the one-and-a-half hour drive to Genting, the first ride that I decided to go on was the Space Shot. Possibly not the wisest of choices, but it was stupidly fun all the same, with me laughing the entire time. I also, among other things, went on the Go-Karts, Flying Dragon, Cyclone and the Mine Train. By an amazing coincidence, I also met Amanda there, who had apparently gone with her family on the exact same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to become a really long post. So I'll finish it soon. On Friday, Shaun, Brandon and I went to the cybercafe ( no holiday is complete without one ) and spent a good four hours playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty 4&lt;/span&gt;. All in all, it's been a great week, with hopefully more to come even when school starts. But I don't want to think about that. I'm in my happy place. Holidays forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-9018669099559056237?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9018669099559056237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=9018669099559056237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/9018669099559056237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/9018669099559056237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-baking-eating-falling-and-exploding.html' title='Of Baking, Eating, Falling and Exploding'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7262281371923515173</id><published>2009-06-08T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:16:21.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake</title><content type='html'>I'm going baking. At Tze Kwangs house. We shall bake a cake, followed by rum balls ( without the rum, I'm told ) and they shall be used for human consumption. And I shall be helping them. Oh dear. Wish me luck, I'll need it. Then tomorrow I'll be going for a party to eat said cake ( I hope the person the party is for doesn't read this ) and then on the day after that I'm going to Genting with family. All my hopes are that it'll be freaking awesome. Then there's a chance on the day after that I'll be coing to a cybercafe with Shaun and Brandon. Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, more ominous note; I've installed ( with the help of Shaun ) Frozen Throne on my computer. I hope I'll play Gem Tower Defense more than DotA; as I have already given Shaun permission to kill me, should I become obsessed with it. It's a strange state of affairs, as soon as I start playing DotA, Shaun stops ( as I've told him to do for the past two years ). While we're still on the subject of things you can do to waste your time, I'd like to recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hedgehog Launch&lt;/span&gt;, a game about using catapults and rockets to launch a hedgehog into space. Seriously. Google it, it's free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7262281371923515173?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7262281371923515173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7262281371923515173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7262281371923515173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7262281371923515173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/bake.html' title='Bake'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2072986068092659293</id><published>2009-06-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:07:24.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infrequent</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, I'm trying to keep the number of posts I make in a month at a minimum of six. This is getting progressively harder to maintain, as I actually start doing stuff. This is the first time I've posted in a week, and it seems fitting to tell you how the holidays are going. In one word; well. In two words; quite well. So here's a basic list of how things went down - Monday, Shaun came over, played computer games a lot; Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday - in Penang with my cousin played computer games &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Friday - stayed at home doing nothing; Saturday and Sunday - went to Aaron's house, played more computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should take it easy on the games side of things; although considering the fact that I'm on a computer right now, that might be hard to maintain. And another thing - I played DotA for the first time. This is the point that many of you may have expected me to have found the Holy Grail of computer games, and to subsequently bow down before its awesomeness; thus throwing away any sense of dignity I once had. But I won't. Because it's not awesome. It's okay. What is awesome ( in a sad way ), is how many people readily throw their lives away to play more and more of this sadly addictive game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not addicted. Honest. In fact, I think I better stop playing while I still suck; God forbid I actually become good at it and then become addicted. What is pretty awesome though, is Gem Tower Defense. If you haven't played it, you should, and very likely could considering you already have a 100% chance ( if you're a boy, anyway ) of owning Warcraft III; and playing it excessively every day. Maybe I'm being a bit stereotypical. Oh well, get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2072986068092659293?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2072986068092659293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2072986068092659293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2072986068092659293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2072986068092659293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/infrequent.html' title='Infrequent'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6742709483834510373</id><published>2009-05-31T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:07:34.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>There's stuff that happened, went to 1 Utama yesterday with Shaun and Jun Yee and basically wasted a heck of a lot of time ( c'mon, it's the holidays ) playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt;, foosball, pool, eating at Subway, Burger King, and yelling at each other. Good times. Should try it again. Next up is I'm going to Penang tomorrow. Not really something that I really ever wanted to do ( I personally think that 5 hour bus rides are just about the most boring thing in existence ) but at least my cousin there has two computers, and I forsee a heck of a lot more time-wasting. I do that quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Shaun's coming to my house. Woots. Gonna do stuff I guess. And there's more too. Aaron's house during the weekend, footsall one of these days with Boon Kuan, a PA outing on another as-of-yet undisclosed date, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; secret birthday party surprise thingy. I suppose it's tecnically not secret if I mention it here, but noone reads this stuff anyway; as you can see, I'm writing with the consistency and elegant literary flow of a drunkard. Well I'm not drunk. Drunk with power maybe. By power I mean freedom. By freedom I mean wasting time. I bid you good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6742709483834510373?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6742709483834510373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6742709483834510373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6742709483834510373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6742709483834510373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6083955558017971912</id><published>2009-05-28T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:13:42.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Over</title><content type='html'>It's all freaking over. It's finally gone. The exams, my friend, have come to a glorious end, paving the way for our unrestricted freedom, freedom so incredibly sweet I may go completely insane ( not that I wasn't already insane before ). Still, it shall be pure awesomeness, pure, unadulterated fun. Hmm. Actually that was all just a lie. Exams never end. It goes in a vicious cycle of exams - studies - exams  - studies, etc. and when school is finally over ( I don't just mean holidays, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; ) then the cycle still aint much different - work - project - work - project - paycheck - enduring yelling from boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean we can't still enjoy the fun moments of this vicious cycle. Few they may be, but that's just ever more the reason to enjoy them that much more. So here, before me, are two weeks. And I shall do everything in my power to ensure that their concentrated awesomeness will be enough to last me all the way until the end-of-year exam. Failure will result in insanity. Well, at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;insanity. Anyways, if you're looking to kill time, two things I might suggest; the first, a game called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plants Vs Zombies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which you lay out an elaborate garden in order to halt a groaning, brain-hungry zombie horde. Yes. The second is a quite frankly awesome video based on a quite frankly awesome game, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;. It's sad that noone else in this school will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay for their games&lt;/span&gt; and thus I have practically noone that I know to play against. But whatever, watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnuYi-nzE90&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video and have a ridiculously happy holidays - you'll need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6083955558017971912?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6083955558017971912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6083955558017971912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6083955558017971912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6083955558017971912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-over.html' title='It&apos;s All Over'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-18530228048524463</id><published>2009-05-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:17:50.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midst</title><content type='html'>This will be my only post from the middle of the exams. In case you haven't noticed, I've now started to post once every five days, which makes me wonder if anyone of you can ( or even want to ) read this, considering the odd timing. And on the subject of that, I've got my 888th page view. Is that lucky or something? Anyways, as for how the exams are going right now, they're alright. They've not been particularly good ( or bad ), but I think the definitive statement of wether they are will only come on results day, a day which is ( thankfully ) after our glorious two-week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the subject of what I'm most looking forward to right now. It's so close I can smell it, like, say, chocolate cake. But it's divided by a chasm of pain, frustration and ridiculous amounts of annoyingness. But it will be the greatest chocolate cake I've had in ages, and for that it'll be worth it. Almost. As for my computer schedule, the exams haven't really changed that much, at all. The only time when I really use the computer less is during the holidays, on account of the large amount of time I'll spend in the new house. So, to sum it all up, exams are OK, holidays are great, I still use the computer and I'm really bored now. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-18530228048524463?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/18530228048524463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=18530228048524463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/18530228048524463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/18530228048524463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/midst.html' title='Midst'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1927112530790043472</id><published>2009-05-19T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:22:41.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That Thing?</title><content type='html'>There's that thing you know, that's coming up - oh yeah, exams. Which is like, tomorrow. Although I must say that I'd rather spend my time thinking about what to do during the holidays than worrying like a madman ( which I have, mind you ). First off, probably going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama &lt;/span&gt;some day with Jun Yee. Secondly, I'll try to arrange something with Shaun in the cybercafe, and hopefully Jezzey won't make an uninvited visit. I might also be going to Penang, but in all actuality I don't really want to. Beyond that, I don't really have any plans, save for the usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that usual routine goes something like this: wake up, watch TV, brush teeth ( a tad late, I know ), eat lunch, watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more TV&lt;/span&gt;, if I'm in my old house then go online, then eat dinner ( see the progress? ), followed by uhmm - TV, then reading a newspaper or magazine or pamphlet or something followed by sleep. Rinse and repeat. I've gotta find stuff to do. Possibly a footsal match in there somewhere, or a trip to outer space. Or maybe Spain. I've always been fond of Paris, I just need the money; anyone interested in funding me, call 03-61575814. Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1927112530790043472?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1927112530790043472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1927112530790043472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1927112530790043472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1927112530790043472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-that-thing.html' title='What&apos;s That Thing?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2885263855331374034</id><published>2009-05-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:21:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressball</title><content type='html'>I want a stressball. You know those rubbery yellow balls that you squeeze like a madman until you're not stressed anymore? Yeah. Squeezing other stuff just isn't that satisfying. Squeezing books is boring. Squeezing rocks just hurts. Squeezing scissors really hurts. But really, it's the cause of all this stress that's really ticking me off - exams. Well, duh. The insane thing is that, I never used to a damn about stuff like this. Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; turning into a stressball, slowly accumulating stress and going insane. I did study though. A bit. But here I am blogging, so that should tell you plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yesterday. Yesterday was fun. Six free periods were good. The first three were a tad anticlimactic, but the last three ( KH period ) were freaking awesome. Since it was only the boys, we decided to spend the time playing a game, which we did for almost one and a half hours. I won't go into details, but suffice to say it was astonishingly stupid and incredibly fun at the same time. If you want to know, ask Kylthur. Well, as for the exams, I guess all I have to say is all the best. So yeah, all the best, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just think happy thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2885263855331374034?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2885263855331374034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2885263855331374034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2885263855331374034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2885263855331374034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/stressball.html' title='Stressball'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6249970568773429026</id><published>2009-05-09T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:46:31.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World</title><content type='html'>The world is a funny place, seemingly forever hurtling towards its doom. Back in the middle ages, it was Black Death, then Spanish Flu and nuclear annihilation. But now comes the glorious mess up that is global warming. And like all poetic, tragic stories, we have no one to blame but mankind itself. Life's like that. Today, we have a name for record-breaking heat waves. It's called "summer". And in Malaysia, summer seems to have mercilessly stamped on any other season we might have had, and then spat on it in disgust. Suffice it to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its hot here&lt;/span&gt;. And it isn't getting cooler any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of telling you ways  to stop global warming ( recycle crap, use less electricity, stop setting fire to things - you get the gist ), I'm going to tell you about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what you should do, should you face a warm apocalypse. Sorta. First off, because of the insanely hot weather, going out will be a definite no. Try making yourself comfortable at home, possibly watch a couple of YouTube videos, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape from City 17 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Life: Full Life Consequences&lt;/span&gt; come to mind. If it gets hotter, prepare to loot stores for food ( or mobile phones and iPods ) when crops ultimately fail. Then, be prepared to eat your neighbours. You may want to practice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, try hijacking a submarine and prepare to spend the remainder of your life underwater, free from the sun's harmful rays. Remember, fishing from inside a submarine is not recommended. Flinging yourself into space may also work, although entertainment in Earth's orbit may be an issue. Try bringing a wireless laptop and hope there's Wi-Fi in space. Lastly, forget everything I just said, and you should be fine. While we're on the subject of doom, there's also the "economy". Because of the "economy" people seem to be losing money in the "sock exchange" or something. Everything about the "economy" seems to be bad, wonder which jerk invented it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6249970568773429026?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6249970568773429026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6249970568773429026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6249970568773429026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6249970568773429026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/world.html' title='The World'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7328701623823417770</id><published>2009-05-04T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:17:23.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Things</title><content type='html'>Some odd things have been going on lately. First of which is the fact that my garbage hasn't been picked up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eleven freaking days&lt;/span&gt;. It's freaking ridiculous. Now, we have to cart down trash from my new house to my old house to get it picked up there. Yes, we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ferrying crap in our car&lt;/span&gt;. But I mean seriously, why won't they pick up the bloody rubbish? I can't possibly imagine how they would have something better to do, considering that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is their job&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, and it reeks. I'm not going out. For a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, went to Boon Kuan's to play footsal on Labour Day ( no idea what that means ) and it was pretty darn fun, considering that was the first time I'd played footsal in years. Also, as evidenced by his fashionable new sling and inability to write, Jia Min ( who was the goalie ) got slammed in the hand by an ( apparently ) very fast ball. He then proceeded to spend the rest of the match crouching in the corner. He now has to write with his left hand ( I told him not to write anything at all, but he insists ) with suitably hilarious results. Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7328701623823417770?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7328701623823417770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7328701623823417770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7328701623823417770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7328701623823417770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/odd-things.html' title='Odd Things'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7974930565751322317</id><published>2009-04-29T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:17:25.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Minutes to Midnight</title><content type='html'>It is, as said in the title, 21 minutes to midnight. Sorta. If a minute is a day, and midnight is.... the exams! Argh. And exams, as ( most of us ) know, means studying, which to me means "sigh"; also because for once I've actually started studying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three weeks&lt;/span&gt; before the exam, which, to anyone who knows me well, is an unprecedented feat. But lest ye think that my entire world revolves around exams like a hypnotized moth around a flame, the main reason for this doomsday-like countdown is the holiday that shall follow. Which, like most holidays, should be freaking awesome. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I had a really weird dream recently. I dreamed that I fell asleep, and in that sleep I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;dream. Upon waking up from that dream ( still in my dream, by the way ), I commented on how weird that dream was. I then woke up ( for real, this time ) and felt utterly perplexed. If you have no idea at all what that was about, than that makes two of us. Somehow. Here's to hoping for better dreams in the future, hopefully involving Chocolate World or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7974930565751322317?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7974930565751322317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7974930565751322317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7974930565751322317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7974930565751322317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='21 Minutes to Midnight'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6855756337873442036</id><published>2009-04-26T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:51:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much to Do</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting all to often recently, but mainly for good reason. I've got a lot to do, necessary or otherwise, that seems to make my time spent blogging obsolete. For one thing, I've just realized that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot &lt;/span&gt;of games. Firstly, just got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medieval II&lt;/span&gt; with Boon Kuan ( which is just as awesome as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt; - which I still have ) then, I've decided to replay the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Life 2&lt;/span&gt; series along with its episodes ( which is about 20 hours long ). Lastly, if I stop playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; for an extended period of time, the little mastery I've managed to gain will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even mentioned the five or so games that I've currently stopped playing for want of time. Oh yeah, and I'm borrowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Armed Assault&lt;/span&gt; later. But all that pales in comparison ( sorta ) to the enormous pile of crap that is going to be unceremoniously dumped on top - the exams. Grr. Three weeks to go. Then.... holidays! Woots. Uhmm yeah. Maybe I'm being a tad overdramatic. I'm not gonna stop gaming for studying; pfft, I'll merely do both at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6855756337873442036?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6855756337873442036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6855756337873442036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6855756337873442036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6855756337873442036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/much-to-do.html' title='Much to Do'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1623208058207209662</id><published>2009-04-18T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:18:47.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like Where This is Going</title><content type='html'>I've only about an hour or so till I have to get off ( and I want to spend a good chunk of it replaying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Life 2 &lt;/span&gt;) so I'm gonna make this quick. First, if I'm not mistaken, I'm currently one month and one day away from the mid-year exams. Which means.... Well, it means I'm on the express to Happyland. By express, I mean falling into, and by Happyland, I mean a great abyss. An abyss of... learning! Wooo I'm so bored. Yeah, anyway, because of my less-than-satisfactory BM results during my previous exam, I'm going to have to study for an entire month, which is about one month longer than I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, later I'm going to Atria to pick up a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medieval II: Total War &lt;/span&gt;( co-funded by Boon Kuan ) and I'm pretty sure it's going to be pure, concentrated awesome. Mmm, awesome. After that, going with Shaun and Jun Yee to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama&lt;/span&gt;. One thing though, for the first time, I don't feel like I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to blog, I'm perfectly content spending my time playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TF2&lt;/span&gt;, surfing the net, or using MSN. I'm no longer bored out of my mind. Thus, my postings here will continue becoming more and more infrequent, short and lazy. Such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1623208058207209662?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1623208058207209662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1623208058207209662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1623208058207209662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1623208058207209662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-like-where-this-is-going.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like Where This is Going'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4719537649678164985</id><published>2009-04-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:23:02.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's a song. Okay you don't know that song, cos it's real old. But whatever. Let me just clear a few things up. School on Saturday managed to reach brave new heights of sucking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really &lt;/span&gt;brave new heights. It's about an hour shorter than regular school, but it somehow manages to cram all the boredom and frustration of a regular day ( and then some ) into a smaller time-frame. It's not shorter at all, merely concentrated. Yeah so, as a prelude to Easter, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Easter itself almost completely made up for all of that. Because of ( dun dun dun ) Elaine's party - woots. It was fun. Yay. First, went to Boon Kuan's house where he was playing *cough* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rome: Total War &lt;/span&gt;and then went down to mess around with his Xbox 360, playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/span&gt; ( which was a bit weird ) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gears of War 2&lt;/span&gt; ( oh yeah chainsaws ). After that, drove me to Elaine's house, where we waited around for about an hour before she arrived home from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did all sorts of stuff. So much, that I can't really remember which came first, so I'll say them in a random order: we played cards, had Domino's pizza along with KFC for lunch, had a very starnge game of sharades, played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taboo, &lt;/span&gt;stared at fish in the fish pond, drank a lot of coke, had a cake ( which tasted like pure, concentrated awesome ), then dropped a piece of cake in my Coke ( which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not &lt;/span&gt;taste like pure, concentrated awesome ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was a game of hide-and-seek ( seriously ) and in a house that big, it wan't very tough. Still managed to be real fun though, considering some of the places that people "hid" in. The next thing I can remember was at around 7.30 we turned of all the lights and told ghost stories. We even made a little camp fire out of mobile phones. They weren't very scary, although the fact that it was dark and the air-cons in the house are almost perpetually turned on, it seemed like they were. All in all, a good day, and one that I'm likely to remember for a while; unlike Saturday, which my mind will spend it's entire life trying to surpress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4719537649678164985?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4719537649678164985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4719537649678164985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4719537649678164985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4719537649678164985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4120992493457509133</id><published>2009-04-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:25:05.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello. It is I, the same dude who wrote everything else in this blog. But I'm considerably more bored. There isn't much that I really need to talk about. Nothing really happened in my immediate vicinity which I can say was truly out of the ordinary except for the fact that we're having school on Saturday this week ( again ); and that's not really something I find worth celebrating. At least we're having the CF afternoon session drama today, which, to tell you the truth, I have no idea regarding what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's been another thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rome: Total War&lt;/span&gt;. First played it couple years back, completely consumed my life. The need to continually shift, react, conquer and perhaps massacre a settlement for the fun of it, drove me to take it more seriously than life itself. School time was no more, consumed by endless pondering of what should be done when I get home, which cities to conquer; which to defend. Fast forward a couple of years, and I've decided to play it again, and it's as mind-bendingly awesome as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one important difference. I lent it to Boon Kuan, at his request, and it's eaten his life too. Now, instead of me sitting alone talking crap to myself about what I should do when I get the chance to play; now, it's both of us talking crap to each other. And yeah, it's awesome. We've even made our own little paper game which we play almost every second of school, and naturally, Jia Min always loses. Maybe life isn't so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4120992493457509133?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4120992493457509133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4120992493457509133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4120992493457509133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4120992493457509133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4392871367953675599</id><published>2009-04-05T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:45:11.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>Had a blackout couple days ago. Not fun. At all. It was like Earth Hour, but even darker, because the whole neighbourhood was out, and about five times longer. And hotter, because of the insane lack of a fan. Anyways, we had a weird candle light dinner ( which wasn't very fun either ) and I spent a good hour-and-a-half stoning. Yep, my exciting life. At least well, I wasn't there the whole time ( it started at 4.30, only got back at 7.20 ) and it ended before I had to go to sleep ( sleeping in that heat would've drove me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, had a group discussion on our English Oral test at Claudia's house yesterday. Fun. Not exactly very productive, but fun. We spent three hours mostly goofing off. Those three hours were meant to discuss a ten minute play. And after those three hours, I stayed back another 40 minutes. And we're still not done. Oh, the sweet smell of progress. Add to that the fact that one of our group members didn't come ( one that can scream very well, and for once that's not Boon Kuan ) then this whole thing just reeks of another visit to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone's &lt;/span&gt;house. But that's all right. Cos' it's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4392871367953675599?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4392871367953675599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4392871367953675599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4392871367953675599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4392871367953675599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3734004960016795460</id><published>2009-03-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:56:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hour of Earth</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Hour &lt;/span&gt;but everything sounds more dramatic when it's "..... of .....". Case in point: root beer. Now, beer of root WaHa! I'll never go back to plain old boot reer ugh, root beer again. Anyways, back to the point, Earth Hour, yeah! To describe how it was; in a word: dark. In two words: very dark. In several more words: so dark that my eyes starting to hurt from messaging so I turned on a table light. Okay, okay I caved in, but at least I turned off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; lights, right? I mean it's not like they're gonna turn of the lights in surgery rooms. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, finally got my results for stuff. Turns out I got 12th in class ( out of 44 ) and an 85% average ( it's actually 84.something but shut up ). It also turns out that I'm the highest placed in class to get a "C", that C being for BM, something I will shut up about right now. So yeah, besides the endless projects that I have to wade through and the wall of homework that has to be taken down brick by brick, that's what's been going on 'round here. Exciting, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3734004960016795460?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3734004960016795460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3734004960016795460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3734004960016795460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3734004960016795460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/hour-of-earth.html' title='Hour of Earth'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4016340650208643337</id><published>2009-03-26T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:22:54.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Sucks</title><content type='html'>Oh how I hate projects. I always have. Last year's "KGT", the year before that; projects seem to stretch back as far as I can remember. And I'm only 13. What of the future? Shall I become an overworked stressball, condemned to a life of perpetual screaming and/or pulling my hair out? But enough of that, now I focus on what's at hand. And that is: History, the worst of them all, about 25-30 pages of doom, along with "evidence" that you actually did "research". Pfft. Next, Science. The one with the beans and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: we need two different sets of beans, so I put both outside. After two oddly uneventful days, one of them got blown away five feet by the wind and landed upside-down in the dirt. And then the beans got eaten by what I can only assume was the giant swarm of ants gathered around them. So then I replanted them, but now one set of beans was two days older than the other. Thus, I took out a third container, and planted more beans in there. And I put it indoors this time. Not taking any chances there. Oh wait, it's not funny, it's just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Civics. That's actually in a group, so I'm not too worried about that. Same goes for the English oral test which is in groups of 7. We're apparently gonna do a play which is some sort of spoof of random movies and screwed up so badly, people are either going to laugh or cry. Whatever, sorting everything out over the weekend anyway, so I don't really mind. All in all, it's been a stressful few weeks, but nothing that can't be solved by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TF2&lt;/span&gt; marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4016340650208643337?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4016340650208643337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4016340650208643337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4016340650208643337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4016340650208643337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff-sucks.html' title='Stuff Sucks'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6424297704062491172</id><published>2009-03-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:27:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's</title><content type='html'>Slept over at Aaron's couple days ago. Had fun, as always. Firstly, his crazy-shit awesome new computer, on which we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow Six: Vegas, Mirror's Edge &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burnout Paradise &lt;/span&gt;repeatedly. Oh yeah, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boxhead&lt;/span&gt;, too. Other than that, also watched several episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QI&lt;/span&gt;, a game show where you score points for interesting answers to very hard questions, and lose points for being wrong, and at the same time pathetically obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I did that wasn't computer related was read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;, the comic which everyone says is the best comic ever written so I figured why not. It was pretty good except for the fact that I only had time to read 10 of the 12 chapters which only makes me want to read it more ( downloading the last 2 right now ). I also, apparently was 2 pages away from the beggining of the super awesome finale. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6424297704062491172?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6424297704062491172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6424297704062491172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6424297704062491172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6424297704062491172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/aarons.html' title='Aaron&apos;s'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8339486029767241204</id><published>2009-03-16T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:58:52.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Seriously</title><content type='html'>No, I didn't go for CF camp. In fact, CF camp is on right now, and I'm here, blogging, so that'll tell you plenty. I'll go next year. Don't ask. Whatever. In fact, right now I'm supposed to be at Aaron's house, possibly playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt; or reading what is apparently the greatest comic ever to grace the face of our planet, written by the same author as the one and only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V for Vendetta, &lt;/span&gt;and that's none other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what it's about other than that I know that guy with the seemingly unpronounceable name that starts with "R" looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, although I didn't end up going for CF camp, I did go to church on Sunday, and, oddly enough, ended up getting prayed for by Katy Perry's mom, who is a pastor, it seems. No, I'm not kidding. Wiki her or whatever. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Tze Kwang did an awesome job of not believing me when I told him, which was nice of him, by the way, so you don't have to. I'm serious. I'm more serious than that serious guy you met that you thought was so serious that the entire room might collapse into an inescapeable black hole of seriousness. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously serious. Oh well, I didn't think you'd believe me anyway. In other, less exciting news, I finally got the OMGWTFBBQ achievement in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;whereby you kill an enemy with a taunt. Yes, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taunt&lt;/span&gt;. Suffice to say, it wasn't easy. If you want to know what taunting a person to death looks like, you could probably YouTube it. That's basically all for now, good luck with all your diabolical "History" projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yes, I'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8339486029767241204?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8339486029767241204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8339486029767241204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8339486029767241204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8339486029767241204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-seriously.html' title='Yes, Seriously'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6943232360607737707</id><published>2009-03-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:20:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Situation</title><content type='html'>Yeah, another one of those annoying days. My computer, again, another problem; it's almost as if it has a quota of problems that it has to carelessly throw in my face every month or so - and yes, it only affects games that I play. Oh joy. Hopefully, however, it'll be fixed when I try it again later. The second annoying thing in this annoying day is my results. Just about everything I got was great ( 98% for Geography wee ) except of course, BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt any other subject will have such a huge difference between its importance in my exams, and its importance in my life. To put it simply: importance in exams - high. Importance in my life - does it look like I care? I never, ever talk in BM, unless forced to at gunpoint. And you know, I'm thinking of moving to Australia in the distant future, so I never will. Yes, I still love Australia. You truly never know what you've got till it's gone, and I never knew how good school was In Australia till I realized &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how bad it could be&lt;/span&gt; here. Sighs for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, stop the freaking spamming Jun Yee/Lucas, seek help, and then never speak of this again. Oh yeah, and I've carefully managed to not tell you my BM marks. But I don't really care. So I got 63%. Ta-da! Now you know. Anyways, according to Tze Kwang ( is that how you spell it ? ), the average in my class was 56% anyway, so shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6943232360607737707?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6943232360607737707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6943232360607737707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6943232360607737707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6943232360607737707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-situation.html' title='Sad Situation'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4366040276499744050</id><published>2009-03-08T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:40:42.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now</title><content type='html'>Several things have happened since my last post. For one the exams are over... for now. Didn't think it'd be that easy, eh? Well at least for now, I can relax, although I can't really say I wasn't relaxing before. Oh well, relaxing's always nice. I'm going to be stuck with exams for the next part of the foreseeable decade, so I better make the most of what relaxing time I can get - and it's only going to get more infrequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, then. I solved a Rubik's Cube. Finally! Although, I did refer to formulas every second, it still feels awfully satisfying, making  for a great punch-the-air moment. So yeah. Yay. Next was I had the most chocolaty drink I have ever tasted in history. It's at the Chocolate Lounge and it's called Little Ms. Cocoa if I'm not mistaken. It's insanely rich. So much so that I think drinking an entire cup would make me sick. Considering how much chocolate I consume on a daily basis, that's an achievement unmatched in the history of Man. Weee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4366040276499744050?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4366040276499744050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4366040276499744050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4366040276499744050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4366040276499744050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-now.html' title='For Now'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1238449186367115633</id><published>2009-03-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:21:16.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Swing</title><content type='html'>The exams, as ( some ) of you may notice, are currently ongoing. I've rambled about why I hate exams and why exams are grossly ineffective before, so I won't repeat myself. Suffice it to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate exams&lt;/span&gt;. But yet today ( Thursday, by the way ) I'm more optimistic than ever. Why? 1: The BM paper is over. I can't exactly say it was good, but it could've gone a lot worse. 2: I'm closer than ever before to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end &lt;/span&gt;of the exams, which will be around Friday the sixth of March, 2009 at 5.35 pm UTC/GMT +8 hours. Roughly. 3: The closer I am to the end of the exams, the closer I am to the holidays. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the time wizard that I am, I haven't let the scourge of the exams interrupt my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;time by any noticeable amount. In fact, I'm getting a lot better -  the fish is finally sharp ( cookie if anyone even read the post where I talked about that ). And with that, I'll be getting back to back-stabbery, rocket-launching, minigun-spinnin', sentry gunnin', pipe bombin' and all sorts of other "-in" words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1238449186367115633?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1238449186367115633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1238449186367115633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1238449186367115633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1238449186367115633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/full-swing.html' title='Full Swing'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1471518232285447205</id><published>2009-02-26T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:19:10.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>I recently gave a ( not half bad ) oral presentation in front of my class about Australia, or more specifically, my four years of experience in the aforementioned country. Anyone who knows me at all will know that I went to Australia ( an awesome country, by the way ). If you don't, then get off my blog you weirdo. Half the time there I talked about the school system in Australia. It really is true that you never know what you've got until it's gone; I hated school ( who doesn't? ) in Australia, and I thought that it was bad until I got back to Malaysia and realized just how bad it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is: very. Many of you won't know this, some of you will disagree, but that's because you haven't seen the light. You haven't seen how a proper, effective school system that doesn't have students killing themselves ( literally, I've read news articles about it ) over exam results is like. Well I have. And it works, a hell of a lot better than this. It may sound like I'm trying to criticize and point fingers here, and that's because that's exactly what I'm doing. It's hard not to think about Australia when I realize just how much I've left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost left behind my entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, save for my family. My school, my friends, my home, all the places I'd been, and the hopes of all the places I'd wanted to go. Man, this oral test has reminded me of what was, and what could've been. All my friends, most of whom I'm likely never to see again. I'm starting to regret leaving; although I didn't really have a choice. There isn't much I wouldn't  give up to go back there, except my computer an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d my friends. Well, some of them, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1471518232285447205?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1471518232285447205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1471518232285447205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1471518232285447205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1471518232285447205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-good-old-days.html' title='Missing the Good Old Days'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3277706187704383239</id><published>2009-02-23T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:15:40.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdogs, Love Stories and Exams</title><content type='html'>Having recently watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, I feel an inclination to tell you about it. For those of you who don't know, it's a film about an Indian "slumdog" who enters a quiz show, wins 20,000,000 rupees and how events in his extraordinarily appalling life provide the answers for each of the questions. It also was the show that ate the Oscars, winning eight out of the ten Academy Awards which it was nominated for. Which means like, you should watch it. I was actually going to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valkyrie &lt;/span&gt;that day, but I guess I'll have to save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I've heard the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;, the song that Shaun has so prominently posted on his blog, five days in a row now. Hmmm. I don't even listen to the radio that much, the only time being when I'm in a car. One thing I fing funny about it though, is that, for those of you who don't know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet both commited suicide&lt;/span&gt;. One hell of a love story. Just sayin'. Anyway, it's stuck in my head now, and I'll keep bashing it until it flies out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly are the exams in all their hideous glory. I remember a time ( Australia ) when school wasn't solely about exams, that instead of exams being at the centre, and the studying being there to help with them; the learning was at the centre, and exams were almost non-existent, only ever there to simply test your current mastery of a certain subject. Instead of say, madly forcing you to get a frankly ridiculous string of "A"s ( the average score of any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt; exam is meant to be a "C" or a "D" anyway ). Another thing that goes hand-in-hand with the exams is my English oral test, which I have seen a rather large portion of my class do appalingly bad. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3277706187704383239?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3277706187704383239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3277706187704383239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3277706187704383239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3277706187704383239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/slumdogs-love-stories-and-exams.html' title='Slumdogs, Love Stories and Exams'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2911168962275263843</id><published>2009-02-19T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:17:49.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spy Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;/span&gt; completed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far Cry 2&lt;/span&gt; too long and drawn out for me to care about it anymore, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company of Heroes &lt;/span&gt;saved for my likely skirmish with Brandon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, I have since devoted my entire gaming time to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;, specifically the Spy class.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;is a class-based multiplayer shooter, of which the most interesting class by far is The Spy. A Spies' main weapon is his butterfly knife, but his true power comes in what he can do. He can momentarily render himself invisible the sneak into the enemy base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he disguises himself as any class of the opposing team. Then, when an unsuspecting victim walks by, he grabs his knife and shivs him in the back for a one-hit-kill backstab. A good Spy can slip flawlessly between the enemy ranks, backstab their most crucial players, stop an offensive in it's tracks, and cripple the most powerful defense. A Spy like me however, gets set on fire, shot at, exploded, bludgeoned, sniped and even backstabbed by other spies at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing almost okay, with a near 1:1 kill ratio ( yeah, okay, laugh ) until I saw OMFGNinja's Advanced Spy Tutorial. Search it if you want, that guy must have been born with a knife in his hand. In the real world meanwhile, on the bus, I've been making Shaun and Jezzey laugh to the point of tears two or three days in a row now. I'm gonna try and do it again today, just for fun. I also finally ended up listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Story;&lt;/span&gt; a song that Shaun has posted quite clearly on his blog of super emo death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with love stories though, is that's they're just stories. Just ask every movie star in the world. And then ask Michael Jackson. One last thing, I have an English oral test coming up, and I've no idea what I'm gonna talk abbout, so if you could give me a topic that is politically correct to say in front of a classroom that I happen to have a ridiculously deep understanding of, that would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2911168962275263843?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2911168962275263843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2911168962275263843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2911168962275263843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2911168962275263843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/spy-extraordinaire.html' title='Spy Extraordinaire'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7995083989872635205</id><published>2009-02-15T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:59:26.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Sake of It</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously just posting for the sake of it now. I don't really have anything that I've been burning to share to the world like a piece of butter being spread onto a jaded slice of bread ( or toast, if that's what you're into ). So I'll just make this off the top of my head. The first thing that comes to mind is Valentine's Day, on which we had SCHOOL which makes me want to asplode. I didn't really do much, but Weng Yan gave this rose thingy that opens up and has a bloody&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ring &lt;/span&gt;inside of it, which probably cost a fortune ( maybe thirty bucks ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself didn't do much, I wrote a comic, but considering that I'd normally do that for no reason at all, it's not much. Next thing that comes to mind is that I watched Bee Movie yesterday night. It was OK. Yawn. However, there was one specific song in the soundtrack that I really liked for some reason. If you can figure it out, I'll give you a free cookie ( that is, if you happen to be right next to me at the time, and I also happen to be holding a cookie in my hand ). I also went to Atria after church, along with Brandon, and had Nando's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum. The thing is, though, is that we got a table with three seats and it was only the two of us, so I said to Brandon that if anyone we knew walked by, then we'd invite them to eat with us. Then Shaun came out of nowhere and walked right in front of our table. Seriously. We had some fun, and Brandon had the amazing idea of pouring a ridiculous amount of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nando's Garlic Sauce into his Sprite&lt;/span&gt;. Suffice to say, it was the single worst drink I had tasted in years, if not my whole life. Well, that's about all that comes to mind, so 'till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7995083989872635205?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7995083989872635205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7995083989872635205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7995083989872635205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7995083989872635205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-sake-of-it.html' title='For the Sake of It'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7523303719753727029</id><published>2009-02-11T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:29:08.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror's Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;/span&gt;, a game I recently bought for 25 bucks. It's about free-running, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parkour&lt;/span&gt;, as some of you may know it, typically running away from bad guys with guns. I've said this all before, but now there's one important difference: it actually works now. Why, I don't know. After crashing five times in a row, it suddenly decided to work without a hitch ( I hope ). Maybe it just gave up when it realized I wasn't going to stop trying. Oh well. But one thing's for sure, it's great. And on top of that, I've been having a string of particularly humiliating defeats in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;, so this is the perfect time-filler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give up on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;, I'll juts play it after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;/span&gt;, which means I'll continue sharpening with that fish. I'm guessing about 90% of you guys won't understand a single word of what I've just said, so I'll switch the subject. Valentine's Day seems to be upon us, although the mood would be anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; exciting; in fact, each day seems more boring, more monotonous than the last. Oh well. On top of that, as far as I know, Valentine's Day was to commemorate the decapitation of someone, either that or gunning down of a man by gangsters. If so, well, Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7523303719753727029?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7523303719753727029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7523303719753727029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7523303719753727029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7523303719753727029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/mirrors-edge.html' title='Mirror&apos;s Edge'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6945982059196208627</id><published>2009-02-08T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:14:12.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and On</title><content type='html'>The grind is officially grindier then ever. I'm at the end of a three day weekend, but that too is being rendered moot by the fact that this Saturday is a school day. Oh, the humanity. On top of that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;/span&gt; still doesn't work; I've tried reinstalling my graphics drivers, and I still can't for the life of me figure how to fix it, or even why it's not working in the first place. One thing's for sure, if I can't figure out how, then that's 25 bucks down the ever larger drain of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side however, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; is better than ever, and that's all I really need anyway. I find myself shunning all the time I used to invest in other games just to squeeze out that one extra minute of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; game time. Just as well, as I spent 150 bucks on the thing. I am, also slowly but ( hopefully ) ever-so-surely advancing my skills, especially in the Spy area. It's kinda like sharpening a knife by rubbing it against a fish; it's probably going to get the job done eventually, but not in a very timely fashion. Until then, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6945982059196208627?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6945982059196208627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6945982059196208627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6945982059196208627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6945982059196208627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-and-on.html' title='On and On'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1346419997020100186</id><published>2009-02-04T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:17:32.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I now seem to be in what I can only describe as the aftermath of the holidays. Now you'd think that something that good wouldn't have any bad repercussions, but just as I said that the chocolate bar tastes sweeter than ever after a meal of dirt, so does the dirt tastes crappier, blander and more of a chore to have forced down your throat now that you've once again experienced the joy of tasting true greatness. I am, however, slowly sinking back into the grind, and the holidays will soon be a distant memory, drowned by incessant homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can always look forward to the next one. Some things have changed, however. I have never, ever been elected ( as far as I recall - which is hard to determine given how much my mind has decided to suppress ) for any position of any significant importance in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;class. But now, it seems, thanks to Jagdev and 15 others ( how'd I get that many enemies? ), I am now the vice president of ICTL class, of all things. Oh well, at least I didn't become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;president ( a title held by Elaine, meaning I can just push everything on her ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever. I also during the holidays had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty 4&lt;/span&gt; match with Jezzey ( *twitch* ), Der Cheng ( I think that's how you spell it ), Shaun and Brandon. I got second, but Jezzey cheated his ass off, then denied it, so that doesn't count. Next I also had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;marathon with Aaron and Jun Yee ( on the same day, by some freak coincidence ) which was OK, except for the fact that they kept screwing up the chatbox. I also bought &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirror%27s_Edge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a game about free-running, or as some of you may know it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parkour&lt;/span&gt;. It hasn't been able to work so far, but I've been told to get new video drivers, which have just finished downloading. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1346419997020100186?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1346419997020100186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1346419997020100186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1346419997020100186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1346419997020100186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-608955807320189076</id><published>2009-01-27T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:51:30.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way Through</title><content type='html'>I'm currently sort of half way through my long-awaited and dare I say well deserved nine day Chinese New Year Holiday. It's kinda like being given a delicious, rich, creamy bar of The Best Chocolate Ever after being forced to eat dirt for a whole month. But with that comes concern. You know the feeling, you want to eat in one huge, immensely satisfying gulp, but then you know it'll soon be over, the smell of dirt still lingering around your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like that. The holidays are great, but they're being slowly eaten away like that chocolate bar, and before you know it, a week has passed. Or, to put it another way, you start with an innocent nibble of chocolate and before you know it you've eaten the whole bar, then emptied the fridge, the cupboard, the soft drink cans, followed by the fish in the aquarium, your family dog, your family and everything you hold dear. Accident, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that also comes the feeling of whether you're doing enough with your time, or in this case, the chocolate bar. You get the feeling of "maybe I could make it last longer if I melted it and spread it on something" of "maybe it'll taste better if I coat it with caramel" or "What if I spread this on the fish in the aquarium...". The same kinda goes here. It's the holidays and I really don't feel I've done much with them. I didn't go and visit my hometown ( although technically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;is it ) and I can't go out with friends because they're at theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, here I am, right now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, alright. But you know what? I'm fine with that. Computer games all day, random phone calls to bewildered friends all night and even yeah - the occasional fifteen minutes to ramble metaphorically on this blog - that's where I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-608955807320189076?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/608955807320189076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=608955807320189076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/608955807320189076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/608955807320189076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-way-through.html' title='Half Way Through'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6472341996183840839</id><published>2009-01-21T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:28:47.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagerly Awaited</title><content type='html'>As I stand here now ( or sit, probably ) I stand ( sit ) eagerly awaiting the holidays. These school days have been sort of nothing but a blur to me, albeit the most consuming and painful blur ever to have existed. The holidays ( one week - yay ) remind me that there is light at the end of this tunnel of repetition. But the sad fact remains that at the end of the light at the end of the tunnel is a larger, more diabolical tunnel. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's think about what I did during the week ( because the future is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt; ). Monday I remember for that ill-prepared ( which basically means unprepared ) talk thingy ( okay, I made it up while I was saying it) that I gave during prayer meeting ( which we now are having every single day regardless of the presence of our leaders, hence the ill-prepared speech ). Tuesday was characterized by not having anything at all of specific importance occur on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I can't remember a thing about that day, save for the Obama Presidential Inauguration ( at which point I was asleep ). Wednesday must have special mention, for sucking so profoundly. First off with my house practice in the morning, followed by school, in which there was "BM" class which basically involved the "teacher" giving us seven A4 pages worth of summary from some thingy and making us writing all of it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which basically boils down to me as the most astonishingly boring teacher giving us the most appaulingly time-consuming and useless work in the histroy of forever. I didn't even learn a thing. It's amazing how much you can write without understanding a single thing you're wirting, especially when your hand sounds ( and feels ) like a cement mixer. I only remembered two words out of the 300 million or so that I wrote, and those were "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meninggal dunia&lt;/span&gt;" which is basically what my hand felt like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it rained like a crazed giant throwing up on us. Oh, yeah and I'm to do more tommorrow. Yippee ki yay. Here's to a better future, and less crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6472341996183840839?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6472341996183840839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6472341996183840839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6472341996183840839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6472341996183840839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/eagerly-awaited.html' title='Eagerly Awaited'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7286973130320493172</id><published>2009-01-15T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:19:27.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Side</title><content type='html'>So far, things in '09 have been going OK. Not good, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad, but OK. Not to say I actually like what's going on, but compared to what could've been, it's not that bad. Most of the school days, however are quite boring. Most of our time is spent copying notes and/or playing that flicky pencil game where you flick stuff with, uh, a pencil. Either that or Live, which has taken a turn for the disturbing ( and by disturbing, I mean hilarious ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I've just found out that the first year I join CF is also the year that they stop having meetings every week - alternate weeks just like every other bloody group. On the bright side, however, prayer meetings are now every single day, because I'll just go no matter what. On the dark, dark side, however, I have replacement classes tomorrow. Tomorrow is a Saturday. *twitch* A Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of the dark, dark side, however is the fact that I believe there will be prayer meeting tomorrow as well.  However, on the dark side of the dark, dark side is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; fact that there will also be a Scouts meeting tomorrow, because of which, I will have to go to school one hour earlier. And I think that's about all the sides I'm willing to share today ( phew! ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7286973130320493172?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7286973130320493172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7286973130320493172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7286973130320493172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7286973130320493172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/bright-side.html' title='Bright Side'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-44105604272045068</id><published>2009-01-12T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:17:59.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Our Holidays</title><content type='html'>I'm getting increasingly bored of everything. As everything slowly falls back into routine, I realize just how much I depended on holidays to keep my sanity. I kinda go through phases every time a new school year starts. First, is probably denial. I try to tell myself that school is really far from starting, even on the day before ( coincidentally, the same phase I go through with late homework ). When school finally does start, I get nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling out all the forms and remembering to pack my schoolbag and all that crap gets me all stressed out, like I am now. Next would be the infuriated phase. I remember that school actually gives homework, and that I haven't used my hand to write anything at all the whole holidays. I remember how much I absolutely loathe homework, and scramble to finish it all in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thanks to a homework-saturated start to the year, I'm going through phases two and three at the same time. The next phase would then be monotony. After a while, it all just becomes gray. You kinda lose the sense of variety in your life, and the sense that you're actually doing things with your life, instead of just slogging through it. But that doesn't mean I lose the infuriating phase. I'm still drowned in homework, but now it's been going on for so long as to make me bored as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, that's why we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;the holidays. Not crappy one or two day breaks, only to be replaced by thrice their weight in extracurricular activities and replacement classes ( if it's being replaced how the heck can that be a holiday? ). I mean truly meaningful ones, where you can simply relax, unwind and remind yourself there's a reason to live, a reason to strive for that much more. I've heard Chinese New Year holidays will be just two days, and those two days will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;replaced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, are they trying to drive us all insane? Save our holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-44105604272045068?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/44105604272045068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=44105604272045068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/44105604272045068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/44105604272045068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-our-holidays.html' title='Save Our Holidays'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-9076070553787300521</id><published>2009-01-10T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:14:45.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Fall Apart</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is getting pretty bad. The first week of school was abysmal, maybe. Okay fine, tolerable, but I only say that because I haven't started cutting myself yet. Next, is sports practice and stuff, which, if last year's experience is anything to go by, will probably suck. A lot. Sigh. It's only been the first week and I already feel like I've been in the grind-cycle for months. The worst part is knowing what's to come - even more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is sucking. On the bright side, some of my teachers are nice, and the homework at this point is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; manageable, although if that's just the first week, I don't know what that'll say about the whole year. Gulp. Anyways, Form 2 is supposed to be the absolute best year of high school, so I'll try to enjoy it, but if I don't I scarcely dare to think of the horrors that are to come in the following years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Far_cry_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far Cry 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right before the week started, and I've really started to sink my teeth into it. Click the link if you want to know. On top of that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company of Heroes &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; are still as good as ever; blowing apart all Allied resistance with a Panther/Tiger/88mm Flak gun doesn't get old soon, although after one session of me feeling like the greatest player in the world as a Spy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;, my skills started getting a little rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, this may be a good year yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-9076070553787300521?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9076070553787300521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=9076070553787300521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/9076070553787300521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/9076070553787300521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-fall-apart.html' title='Things Fall Apart'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4290422359618809010</id><published>2009-01-06T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:14:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Grind</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, but the second day of school and I've already been drowned by all things homework-y. I feel the wall closing in. My freedom sucked away, slowly, but ever so surely. They also want me to read that stupid novel in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day's time&lt;/span&gt;. Screw that. When did it all go wrong? And it turns out Jun Yee isn't in my class thanks to some wonderful miscommunication. I'm starting to feel like a lemon that's been cut in half and is slowly being squeezed into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the above reasons, I heartily look forward to the holidays. It's like the lemon squeezer sparing the lemon. It's wonderful. But then, the squeezer picks up the lemon again and continues squeezing, as if the whole thing was just some kind of sick joke. But, amongst the piles and piles of crap, there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; good news. Number 1, I'm going to CF this year. Weee! No more Geography and History Club for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2, I finally got Steam working again through some friendly forumers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;backstabbery, here I come! Speaking of which....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4290422359618809010?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4290422359618809010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4290422359618809010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4290422359618809010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4290422359618809010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/return-of-grind.html' title='Return of the Grind'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8264266979089104447</id><published>2009-01-01T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:20:28.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Comes</title><content type='html'>The first day of 2009 has me in a reflective mood about all the things I did, I should've done, I never should've dared to do and what I should've done anything for in 2008. All in all, it was a good year, I survived quite nicely, avoided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; the best I could and murdered a minimum of my friends. Let's see... The year really kicked off quite badly. First, I was told they have a beggining-of-year exam as well ( that's like having a beggining-of-life burial ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got plopped in Keruing, which wasn't really that bad, except the fact that 99% of the time Jivean and Jun Yee were dicks, although that was eventually fixed up ( bye, Jivean ). After which the nicest teachers I had ever had left, which just made me a bit uhmmm... twitchy. Next thing I remember was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planet Shakers&lt;/span&gt; concert ( the first concert I'd ever been too - yeah I know ) which was good. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around there as well was the Scouts Camp in school, the single most agonising school day of my entire life. I have enough regret to fill a whale aquarium, and drown the whale. Next thing I remember was the mid-year exams, which I really didn't care about at all. Even so, methinks I got satisfactory results, which was astounding, really. After that school became more... rushed as the End neared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was pressure. A whole shitload. After studying for an amazing one hour a day ( yeah, I know ) I then learned that the top five classes are randomised. *twitch* Anyways, the school year then ended with a bang and three pizza slices, three Mammee Monsters, three Ferrerro Rochers and about 2 and a half cups of soft drink ( we were allowed exactly 1 of each ). Oh yeah, and before the exams was my birthday party, which was mysteriously missing all the girls I invited ( probably because my last one sucked ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exams came another party which I had to end up organizing, but was fun anyway. Then punctuated throughout the holidays was 6 - 7 trips to the cybercafe with Shaun, Jezzey, and sometimes Brandon. Also during the hol's was the 2008 Grace Youth camp, which was at Peace Haven, Genting Highlands which was nice ( and cold! ). Looking down, I could actually see some sports cars drifting along the slopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. Oh dear. It has invaded practically every place in the world, and the infection is likely to spread. However, I rest in the fact that there are more firearms in the world than copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; that could ever be made, so, if the need arises, we could simply gun down all involved - I'm looking at you, society! By now, you've probably already stopped reading, so I'll just end with this. Hope you had a Happy New Year, and hope you survive 'till the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8264266979089104447?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8264266979089104447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8264266979089104447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8264266979089104447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8264266979089104447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-it-comes.html' title='Here It Comes'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-5874742881124715744</id><published>2008-12-30T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:07:54.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Wait, One More</title><content type='html'>Well, yeah it turns out that I'm in front of a computer once more, surfing the internet again, and although I said that my last post would probably be the last one of the year, I figured, what the heck? So yeah, one more last post before the New Year. It's the 31st today, and this whole New Year's thing has left me excited, and horrified. The excitement, then. I just found out that I'll be going to "Balau" class next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share the class with ( as I know so far ) Boon Kuan, Claudia and Jun Yee ( we've always been in the same class since Year 5 - kinda odd ). Yeah, that's pretty good, considering "Balau" was the class I wanted all along ( not too nerdy, not too stupid - haha ) and with the friends I have there, it could've been a whole lot worse. So yeah, I guess I'm kinda relieved. Well, at least one thing'll go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the horror. Form 2. Form 2. Oh dear sweet mercy. Oh, man. I mean like seriously! O.K. I mean, the textbooks, they're ridiculously heavy. And like, what the hell's up with those green notebooks? and uhmmm... deranged teachers! And uh I don't wanna go back to school!! No!!! Eh. Sigh. Oh well. I mean, this still could've gone a whole lot worse. I could be in Tropicana School right now ( and would be, if I didn't make an appeal ) and not really know anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know that if I'll be suffering, a minimum of three people that I know well will be suffering right alongside me. Yay. Anyways, on New Year's Eve, today, I'm gonna be - wait for it - going to a cybercafe. Yeah okay, but at least Shaun and Brandon'll be there, and I'll see it through that Brandon gets his ass overtly handed to him in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company of Heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this really will be the last post of the year. For DJ students, I gues I'll see you next year for an entirely new chapter of pain. Oh yeah, and have a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-5874742881124715744?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5874742881124715744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=5874742881124715744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/5874742881124715744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/5874742881124715744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-wait-one-more.html' title='Oh Wait, One More'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3692050083420142937</id><published>2008-12-29T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:15:22.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And a Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>It is the 30th as I write this, and indeed the New Year is upon us. In fact, I like to think of today as New Year's Eve Eve. Yeah. So Happy New Year's Eve Eve, everyone. So yeah, was 2008 everything you thought it'd be? For me, I guess it kinda was, considering the fact that I didn't think it was going to be very good at all, with the Form 1 and the DJ thing. I'm also glad to announce that my expectations for 2009 are just as low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least then they'll have a higher chance of being met. Although now, I won't have to put up with a lousy pencil box anymore, I got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Channel &lt;/span&gt;pencil box ( and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Body Glove&lt;/span&gt; schoolbag - woot! ) for Christmas. Yeah so, you'd think I'd have a lot to say on the Eve of the Eve of the New Year, but my usually filled-to-bursting-with-stupid-ideas mind is strangely empty on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... So let's look at what I did yesterday. I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curve&lt;/span&gt;, oblivious that it was a public holiday ( did you know? ) and had to face the nightmare of parking on a public holiday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right between Christmas and New Year's&lt;/span&gt;. Suffice to say, it wasn't easy. Oh yeah, and at 1.00 am, I finally got to watch the World War II movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/span&gt;. I'd waited a long time for it ( like , six months ) and it was worth every blood splatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, that's all I really have to say for now. As far as I know, we're not doing anything spectacular on the big day, and this could very well be the last post for the year. Wow, Andrew actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; a blog, and it's lasting through the New Year? Yeah I'm surprised too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3692050083420142937?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3692050083420142937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3692050083420142937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3692050083420142937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3692050083420142937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-happy-new-year.html' title='And a Happy New Year'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-207023765427346719</id><published>2008-12-25T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:06:53.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Belated Christmas</title><content type='html'>This is my third post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a row&lt;/span&gt; with the words "Merry" and "Christmas" in the title. I'm just really into the Christmas spirit. And I'm too lazy to think of a better title. It's actually Boxing Day ( a sadly forgotten holiday by most of society ) today as I write ( or vomit ) this, but I'm pretty sure the date on top will show that it's the 25th. I never bothered setting the right timezone, but it does feel good to know that it's still Christmas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;. Merry Christmas, Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday night my family and I went out for dinner. We wanted to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Utama &lt;/span&gt;to eat at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nando's&lt;/span&gt; as I said earlier, but about half of Malaysia decided to park there, so we went to the considerably less packed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt; store thingy at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kota Damansara&lt;/span&gt; ( Malaysia has the weirdest names for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. ) We had Mexican food, which was pretty good, since I emptied about half a bottle of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tobasco&lt;/span&gt; sauce ( best sauce in the world, after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nando's &lt;/span&gt;) onto my quesadillas ( hot! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a pretty good, though slightly-more-ordinary-than-I-expected Christmas. All we did was pretty much open the presents ( although that was quite good in itself - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spore&lt;/span&gt;! ) have a normal ( albeit slightly burnt ) lunch at home, go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt; ( not exactly the must-go shopping mall this holiday season ) and then wish everyone a ridiculously Merry Christmas over MSN ( writing out "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" as large as you possibly can using the writing tool on MSN never gets old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I guess almost anything we could have done would be slightly more ordinary than I expected, because I did expect quite a bit. Anyways, hope you had as much of a  Merry Christmas as I did ( or more ), and, uh, Happy Boxing Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-207023765427346719?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/207023765427346719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=207023765427346719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/207023765427346719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/207023765427346719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Merry Belated Christmas'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8053482588185501665</id><published>2008-12-24T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:19:20.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, For Real</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the last post entitled "Merry Christmas" wasn't really done on Christmas Day, but that was because I never thought I would be able to blog on the day itself. Well, here I am. And let me just say to all humanity, and to some other stuff as well, Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!! Wahahahahah, Ahahahahaha!!! Uhmm... Yeah, now that I've gotten that out of my system, lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we have the presents. Mmm, presents. I got ( from my two sisters ) a copy of &lt;em&gt;Spore,&lt;/em&gt; a computer game, a book, t-shirts, a &lt;em&gt;Wild Channel&lt;/em&gt; pencilbox, and a whole lot of chocolate, among other things. Also, on this most amazingly jolly of days, for the first time, I've been able to access the supermagical interwebs ( man, I love that word ), A.K.A., the Internet from my new house, which all this while has been devoid fo such wonders. Ah, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, this shall be but a temporary joy, because the wireless modem belongs to my sister's friend. Santa, I want the interwebs!!! Anyways, later we shall proceed merrily to &lt;em&gt;1 Utama&lt;/em&gt; for a nice family dinner ( unlike our lunch, which was quite burnt ) at &lt;em&gt;Nando's, &lt;/em&gt;my favourite little restaurant in the world. Behind &lt;em&gt;Chili's,&lt;/em&gt; ( is that how it's spelt? ) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all shaping up nicely. And, if everything goes absolutely, positively according to plan, I'll have one last get-together with Brandon, and hopefully others before being utterly consumed by the many-tendriled, homework-producing monster of Form 2. Oh no, Form 2! Oh man, the horror, the humanity! The holidays, over, so quickly!? But how? Where did it all go? Why am I asking so many questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll have to deal with it for now, probably with some sort of high-powered superweapon. By the way, we also made a really cute looking gingerbread house ( how cool is that? ). I'd upload pics, but I've sworn to make this blog as bland and boring as possible. Oh well. As for the day itself though, I haven't done much, besides the opening of presents, it's been a pretty ordinary day. But the spirit is there, which is what really matters, and I'm super-hyped to play &lt;em&gt;Spore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess that's all I've to say right now, if you're reading this, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Merry Christmas to Alycia. There, no more stangulations. ( wipes sweat off forehead ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Merry Christmas to The World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. I know that's the third ( or was it fourth? ) time I've said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S. And a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8053482588185501665?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8053482588185501665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8053482588185501665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8053482588185501665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8053482588185501665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-for-real.html' title='Merry Christmas, For Real'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2491255455516462727</id><published>2008-12-21T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:56:21.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all, wa hahahahahahaha. I mean like, woo hee hee hoo haha. Um, alright, but seriously, Merry Christmas, and Christmas is indeed upon us, ( THREE DAYS! ) which is alright, but I can't help but think of the fact that school will be starting again ( I'm still in denial ) right after Christmas, so I'm going kinda nuts. It's like International Happiness day followed by your dog's funeral. And the funeral of all his puppy children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who all died mysteriously at a firing range. Which I was not at, and I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;paint bulls-eyes on them. Yes. Alright. But really, this whole thingamajiggy is giving me mixed emotions. GY Camp '08 was great ( gotta go for '09 - and I invite all humanity to go with me - although this message will probably reach around two or three people ) and I'm trying to enjoy the merriest day of the year, but all this school stuff is making it an ever-so-slightly bitter affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why? Why I tells ya? Well, I guess complaining won't change anything ( unless I complain enough to cause mind-control side-effects ) so I'll keep off that subject for now. On a lighter note, I made a bet with a friend, the details of which I am not at liberty to disclose. Just know that's between me and Shaun, that it's for one Ringgit ( although the real purpose is to make a point ) and know that once Shaun loses, I'd have made a very good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Brandon, I still haven't forgotten about our 5,000 Ringgit asteroid deal. 2014 is the year I buy a new computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2491255455516462727?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2491255455516462727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2491255455516462727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2491255455516462727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2491255455516462727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7358029093886835743</id><published>2008-12-18T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:01:44.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GY Camp '08</title><content type='html'>GY Camp '08 ( Grace Youth ) has just ended yesterday. I went. Wa ha. It lasted four days, and the camp itself was in Peace Haven, so close to Genting Highlands that you could practically smell it. Oh yeah. To describe the camp in a word: cold. In two words: very cold. And in several words: very cold because I did not have a jacket and now it feels face-meltingly hot now that I got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be ridiculous to describe all the events that took place, but the basic thing is you're split into groups, each group has a cute little nametag, and you work together in games ( such as the Hydrowar, which took place in the freezing cold, not somewhere you want to be when you're soaking wet ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of new friends, ( who, almost like clockwork, commented on my "accent" ) saw some old ones ( Benjamin, Timothy, Jared ) and had some cup noodles ( wee! ). But one of the highlighhts of the camp was going outside on the last night at 12.30am. It was amazing. And amazingly cold. I was constantly bombarded by ice-cold ( methinks 16-21 degrees ) winds, but that didn't stop me from spending a good 45 minutes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a post I made quite a while back ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the Stars&lt;/span&gt; ) I said that global warming was gonna mess everything up beyond recognition. But Genting Highlands is one of the last places in Malaysia where you can actually look up and see the stars. Hundreds of 'em. We also saw the lights of KL, and, incredibly, we saw race cars drifting around the corners down below. Oh yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7358029093886835743?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7358029093886835743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7358029093886835743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7358029093886835743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7358029093886835743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/gy-camp-08.html' title='GY Camp &apos;08'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2401011189186844388</id><published>2008-12-11T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:56:49.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company of Heroes</title><content type='html'>Recently, with my comp being fixed and all, with the supermagical interwebs ( AKA the internet ) being fixed, I now find myself elated. Being without a proper working computer for five whole months has made me appreciate this a whole lot more. That, and the knowledge that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Orange Box&lt;/span&gt; will soon be up-and-running on my computer, playing completely problem-free and quite possibly becoming the greatest frag-fest of my life. I await keenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have just recently purchased &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company of Heroes&lt;/span&gt;. It's a World War II real-time strategy game that- wait, come back! There's one important difference between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company of Heroes&lt;/span&gt; and the tonnes of other repetitive RTS games you may have played recently. It's bloody freaking awesome. Especially with freinds. Oh yes. The satisfaction of wiping out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt; enemy soldiers ( Shaun's ) with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;hand grenade is almost unparralleled in the RTS world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe running over enemy troops with an incredible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jagdpanther&lt;/span&gt; German tank destroyer would beat it. Or perhaps a direct hit by a remote controlled bomb that wipes out an entire enemy army. Oh yeah. On top of that, the fun is multiplied when playing against freinds, because you know your every moment of glee is accompanied by despair in others. Man, I'm getting nervous just thinking about it. My inner gamer calls. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2401011189186844388?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2401011189186844388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2401011189186844388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2401011189186844388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2401011189186844388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/company-of-heroes.html' title='Company of Heroes'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8224238464895906161</id><published>2008-12-09T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:35:36.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Explaining to Do</title><content type='html'>If you're reading this, than I think it's worth to note that this is the first post I have made in  more than a couple of days. If you read this blog at all, you're either a) very lonely b) very bored or c) very prone to always typing in the wrong URL. Most of you have forgotten about this anomaly, but surprisingly, I stopped posting not because I was lazy, but due to two other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would be me sending the computer to a computer fixing-ish place to get it to stop bluscreening whenever I freaking tried to run a game. Thankfully, that got fixed but right when I got the computer back the internet died. After a further uhhh... more days than I care to remember, it finally got fixed today, the problem being caused by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inserting the wrong password&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one might ask, what have I done these few holiday weeks, being free and all. Did I say, save the world, single-handedly create the solution to global warming or find a cure for cancer? Or even eat some ice-cream? No. Not as I recall anyway. Strangely, the lack of computer access has left my memory of this period sort of a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do remember, however include a delicious chocolate mousse dessert at Marche ( oh yes, oh yes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;. ) along with a ridiculous amount of time spent in cybercafes ( I'm in one right now ). What I can't believe, however, is that the holidays are now already more than halfway over. Sighx10. Yeah well, Merry Christmas Happy New Year and uh, Happy Hanukkah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8224238464895906161?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8224238464895906161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8224238464895906161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8224238464895906161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8224238464895906161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-explaining-to-do.html' title='Some Explaining to Do'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4386600788083546809</id><published>2008-11-20T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:47:49.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Fortress 2</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted a game to come along, and consume my life such that I would need never feel bored so long as I was doing my favorite thing in my favorite place ( the upstairs hall ). Never again would I need to strain the intellectual centers of my mind trying to write insignificant posts in this feeble excuse for a blog. For once, I will have something better to do than this. And that something is obsessively playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Team_fortress_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like I know you so obsessively play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DotA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing, one little niggling problem is stopping me from realizing this wonderful little fantasy. My astoundingly unstable computer that crashes at the very hint of me trying to launch a game. It's a special kind of torture, because I know that if I crash the computer enough times, I'll be able to play. The worst part is I don't know how many times I'll have to crash and restart it before it finally works. I could get lucky and it would work on the first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, everything goes horribly wrong and it crashes fifteen times but still refuses to work. Which sucks. Really, really bad. The good news, however, is that tomorrow, my dad will finally bring this forsaken computer to the computer repair shop. After four and a half months. Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4386600788083546809?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4386600788083546809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4386600788083546809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4386600788083546809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4386600788083546809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/team-fortress-2.html' title='Team Fortress 2'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1326343643403263434</id><published>2008-11-17T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:47:35.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Report, v2.0</title><content type='html'>I had a party yesterday. Not so much a party as a gathering, much like the one I had for my birthday. You know, the pathetic excuse for a party that just ends up as a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt;  marathon. But here's the thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike &lt;/span&gt;is fun. Random gatherings are fun. Foosball is fun and movies are fun. Thus, we had fun. I think. ( "we" refers to Jun Yee, Brandon, Shaun and myself. Members of the fairer sex are conspicuously absent, but 1. I doubt they'd enjoy playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt; and 2. I doubt they'd come anyway. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also invited Lucas and Jia Min ( which makes my invite list identical to everyone that showed up to my birthday party. I did invite girls for my birthday, but all of them canceled. Conversely, every single boy invited came. Hmmm... ) but Lucas had to rely on Jia Min ( something that should never be done by the way,as he still owes me two bucks, yet denies it ) for transpot to 1 Utama, but Jia Min at the last freaking minute was left transport-less by somethingymabob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh well. Lucas has expressed interest in having another party, this time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; said person that could not be relied on. Time for pointless statistics, then. During the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt; match, we started with Jun Yee and I versus Shaun and Brandon ( Mwahahahaha ). Needless to say, we beat them. Then, so they wouldn't cry ( Mwahahahahaha ), we started a new match, this time all four of us against sixteen bots. We won again, but what really matters are the final kill tallies. I led during the first round, but in the second the scores were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yee - 141 ( because he kept KSing us with his Magnum Sniper Rifle ) Yours Truly - 136 ( only used Magnum once, by the way ) Shaun - not far behind, but I forgot the exact number ( never used Magnum like a good little boy and died the least among all of us ) and then Brandon, who got a sad little number somewhere along the lines of 75, and died the most. And there you have it. A "gathering". 'Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1326343643403263434?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1326343643403263434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1326343643403263434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1326343643403263434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1326343643403263434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/status-report-v20.html' title='Status Report, v2.0'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4380383725465754432</id><published>2008-11-15T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:07:51.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orange Box</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting for a while, partly due to glee, partly due to frustration and partly due to an infuriating internet connection problem ( grrr.. ). The glee, then. In an earlier post that I made that nobody read on this sad, sad little blog, I stated that if everything had gone according to plan ( my evil scheme for complete and utter world domination ) then I would buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Orange Box&lt;/span&gt; that day, a compendium of gaming goodness costing 150 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. Wee hee hee. Then, I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Life 2&lt;/span&gt; ( a part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Orange Box&lt;/span&gt; ) and completed the entire thing in nine hours. Some of the best nine hours spent staring intently at a lighted box of my entire life. Then I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;/span&gt; ( also included in a certain box ), a multiplayer game this time, kinda like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soldier Front&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Incredibles &lt;/span&gt;( seriously, just check out the screenshots ) minus the suck. Another three hours down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the frustration. Everything goes wrong. I mean, my computer always crashed, but usually, after one or two crashes it would work again. That time, when I wanted to continue my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 &lt;/span&gt;antics, it crashed. And it crashed. And it crashed. About fifteen times in a row. I don't know about you, but I don't think that's normal. And just when things couldn't possibly get worse, in comes the infuriating internet connection problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, me sitting there, in front of the computer, trying to play a game meant crashing it, and the internet was inaccesible. And there I sat, for four hours, doing nothing but crashing it, hoping it would finally let up. It didn't. And now you know why I haven't posted. Thankfully now, my internet is back up and running ( as you can see ) and my dad finally made a call to the computer store about my games problem; the first progress we've made in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four months&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed man. Oh yeah, and happy holidays, even though I haven't had much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4380383725465754432?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4380383725465754432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4380383725465754432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4380383725465754432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4380383725465754432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/orange-box.html' title='The Orange Box'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2171661634816660813</id><published>2008-11-07T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:05:53.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me?</title><content type='html'>Anyways, now that the exams are officially over, My freedom will officially begin. I've been feeling happier than I have in a long time ( no thanks to anger management classes ) but the fact that I'll be doing it all over again the next year, and the next year, and the next year and the next year, but only worse, keeps me from becoming too ecstatic. What is making me at least moderately ecstatic is my birthday present, belated one month and thirty-nine ( or so ) days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes to plan, ( it rarely does, but after the exams is the time of miracles, right? ) then tonight, when I go to 1 Utama, I'll finally get what I've been waiting for; a 150 ringgit original computer game ( the first I will ever buy.... legally ) called The Orange Box. It's actually more of an anthology of five loosely related ( but all really very good ) games, and has nothing to do with your citrus-y friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you: yawn, the only games you've ever played are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike, DotA, Runescape, Maple Story&lt;/span&gt; or something of the like; if you're a girl, none at all. But, in my nerdy world of nerdium, it's something for me to look forward to. That and us going to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/span&gt; on Monday, followed promptly by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt; marathon. Interactive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;movie violence for the win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2171661634816660813?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2171661634816660813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2171661634816660813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2171661634816660813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2171661634816660813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2344237102994206184</id><published>2008-11-05T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:53:51.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the Stars</title><content type='html'>It is quite odd, that something as mundane as a sunset, or looking at the stars at night ( if it's not fogged up ), something that happens everyday, can be so beautiful. I must say, everything seems more beautiful once the exams are over ( technically, I still have "Art", but I put inverted commas for a reason ). Yet we don't really appreciate it. It is true that you'll never know what you've got until it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the sun won't explode and the sky won't fall down, but the sky might be messed up with smoke and dust and shit so much so that you'll never see another sunset or never look at the stars again ( which is, technically, beginning to happen already; half the time the skies are so fogged up you can't even see the stars. And I bet sunsets would've looked even more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purty&lt;/span&gt; in the past.) either due to pollution or due to the fact that because of pollution, all the crops are dying and you'll be on your deathbed. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm starting to sound like the last three chapters of your Geography textbook ( if you ever read them ) but I truly believe this is a problem ( which, I admit, I'm contributing to quite a bit ), mankind is the most powerful species in the world with computers ( yay ), nuclear bombs and whatnot, yet we're doing more than every other species combined to destroy it. And I think that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Think of this as kind of a public service, and if you're reading this, you'll probably be the only one. My blog is kinda dying now these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2344237102994206184?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2344237102994206184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2344237102994206184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2344237102994206184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2344237102994206184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-stars.html' title='Look at the Stars'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-2142427416702761675</id><published>2008-11-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:43:06.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>And now, as the poll draws to its close, and so does this unread blog inch toward its inevitable death, I'd like to observe a few things ( quite futilely, actually, considering no one ever comes here anymore ), the first being that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more people voted "Can you repeat the question" than any other option.&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea how it would possibly help you now, but the bloody question is "Should I kill this blog!?!?!?", and I guess since more people voted "yes" than "no", I will. Slowly. Post your opinion in that box thingy if you ever give a damn. At least I outlasted Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I'd like to discuss is this Friday is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Day"&gt;Guy Fawkes Day&lt;/a&gt; ( or Guy Fawkes Night maybe ) and it's observation, or to put it more precisely, lack thereof. It is a day that is, quite ironically, forgotten by many, and not ever known by many more. Malaysia seems a country devoid of many holidays. Such include Easter and the recent Halloween season ( try to go trick-or-treating here and you'll probably get month-old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak. ) &lt;/span&gt;The only reason I ever knew about Guy Fawkes Day in the first place is because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V for Vendetta,&lt;/span&gt; a movie which if you haven't watched already you should absolutely try and watch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember, remember the Fifth of November,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of no reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the Gunpowder Treason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should ever be forgot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-2142427416702761675?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2142427416702761675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=2142427416702761675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2142427416702761675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/2142427416702761675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/observation.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6213931378451259209</id><published>2008-10-29T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:59:05.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once More Into The Breach</title><content type='html'>Exams, exams, exams. Oh what'll I bloody do with 'em? I'll have to live through them, pretend I care and survive every single grueling hour, minute and second. Sometimes you don't really have a choice. Well, actually, I do have a choice. I can flunk ( easy part ) all of my tests and go to a crap class next year where everyone flings shit ( hard part ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now Thursday, October 30th ( contrary to what it says on the top, mainly because Brandon forgot to set up the time zone properly ) which means I have just finished my Geography, KH and half of Mathefreakingmatics. Lets see, two and a half down, more than I care to remember to go. It went okay, not good, not bad, but okay. And now I lie in wait for Moral ( ask me if I give a shit ) and BM, Paper 2 ( yes, I do ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, through the seemingly insurmountable horribleness of it all, I will have to go through this, fight through this, and survive... only to do it all over again next year. That's life for ya. All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The poll is drawing to an end and the results ( I'll handily ignore the "Maybe" and "Can you repeat the question?" votes ) are two in favour of killing and one in favour of life. If you for some reason want this blog to continue, then post otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6213931378451259209?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6213931378451259209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6213931378451259209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6213931378451259209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6213931378451259209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-more-into-breach.html' title='Once More Into The Breach'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-8747483035224580883</id><published>2008-10-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:22:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For Alaska?</title><content type='html'>I don't read much, aside from textbooks and school crap that I am obliged to, lest me lose my freedom to spend hours on the computer each day. But, a few months ago, I was introduced to a book known as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looking For Alaska&lt;/span&gt;. Alaska is the name of a person, by the way, and it tells the story of a boy, fascinated with famous last words who goes to a boarding school, bored with his life, searching for a "Great Perhaps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one for good ( or even passable ) storytelling, so I'll refrain from blabbering more about it to the point where decide to stab me with a spork. What I must say, however, is that you should at least read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of this book, which I can, without much hesitation say is one of the best books I have ever read. Although I can't tell you that I've read a lot of books, trust me, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know. I have a long history of disagreeing with everyone, so whenever you next go to a bookshop ( if you ever stop playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DotA&lt;/span&gt; ) I suggest you find it, and at least read a few pages; if people can spend their time reading and re-reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; then they sure as hell should be reading this. Other great works which I believe are underappreciated include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V For Vendetta &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/span&gt;, but that's for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh yeah, I'm having exams today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-8747483035224580883?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8747483035224580883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=8747483035224580883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8747483035224580883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/8747483035224580883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-for-alaska.html' title='Looking For Alaska?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-6817333515319634334</id><published>2008-10-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:06:36.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Most Dastardly Cube</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to The Curve. What I meant to do there was buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Orange Box&lt;/span&gt;, a 150 ringgit computer game, which, also will mark the first time I ever payed money for an original video game ( no telling ). What I got instead was a fruitless forty minute search around the whole mall followed by me giving up. I also got a Rubik's Cube. I payed ten bucks for the thing, but the bloody cube should be free, considering the amount of pain it has ( and will ) cause me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a very good history with the Rubik's Cube. The first time I ever truly attempted to solve one was when I went to Shaun's house for tuition. I saw it, borrowed it, tried solving it for two weeks and then cried ( on the inside, anyway ). I don't know about you, but I don't particularly like torture, much less paying for it. But I did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to face my fear. I've already completed one side, which I know is about as close to finishing it as none, but still, it's better than nothing ( right ?). Anyways, I'm determined to see this through to the end. Failure is not an option.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I also felt like posting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppf2BPTiewQ/SQPQlzkjUiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Eq1NOL1rdPk/s1600-h/weirdmilk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppf2BPTiewQ/SQPQlzkjUiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Eq1NOL1rdPk/s400/weirdmilk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261278137616126498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More can be found at whiteninjacomics.com&lt;br /&gt;*Failure may be an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-6817333515319634334?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6817333515319634334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=6817333515319634334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6817333515319634334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/6817333515319634334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-dastardly-cube.html' title='A Most Dastardly Cube'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ppf2BPTiewQ/SQPQlzkjUiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Eq1NOL1rdPk/s72-c/weirdmilk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-627378238015889318</id><published>2008-10-21T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:46:06.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Do</title><content type='html'>As the all-so-important ( yeah right ) end-of-year exams draw closer ( one week! ), oddly, instead of paying more attention in class and studying frantically at every sane ( and several insane ) opportunities, we have been paying less and less attention, doing less and less work, and ignoring more and more and more. Well, at least me and the people I usually spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this drop in productivity is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live&lt;/span&gt; ( after some stuff happened it all got a little weird ) but it's those pencil-and-paper games where you take a pencil, draw some stuff, flick the pencil around, make pretend explosion noises with your mouth ( bchht! ) and draw blood absolutely everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I count four separate games which use this formula. You've probably played at least one if you're reading this; unless you're a girl ( do girls even visit this blog? ) in which case you've probably played zero. Zero all productivity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-627378238015889318?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/627378238015889318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=627378238015889318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/627378238015889318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/627378238015889318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to Do'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-4164154490247739319</id><published>2008-10-14T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:42:01.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviant Art</title><content type='html'>Posting is getting seriously boring. Uhhhh. Or maybe it's just life. Oh well. Anyways, as I wait for the results of my *cough* life-changing poll to be finalized, ( vote, darn you, vote, or face the consequences of my continued posting! ) and for the next spam attack from Ji Xian I have decided to shamelessly advertise a bi-product of my somewhat misspent early primary school years on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is of course, my Deviant Art page. Mwahahahaha. Contained within are more than a few comics ( hundreds ) all drawn in Microsoft Paint ( the most annoying drawing device known to man after using your own blood ) and all aproxiamately this .............. long. Yes, a complete waste of time, effort and virtual space ( as one user commented ) but it's also sprinkled with the occasional Flash animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back during the days when I had waay too much time on my hands I spent a lot of it learning how to use Flash MX and making horrible flash animations ( now I spend my time making horrible blog posts ). If you want to, if anything, laugh at my voice acting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuclear War&lt;/span&gt;. The link to a house of horrors ( and boredom ) is -  http://hungrydonaldschicken.deviantart.com/. Yes, that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hungry Jacks, McDonalds &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; KFC&lt;/span&gt; put together. No, don't ask why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-4164154490247739319?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4164154490247739319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=4164154490247739319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4164154490247739319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/4164154490247739319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/deviant-art.html' title='Deviant Art'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-7087250595343644890</id><published>2008-10-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:23:10.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificance</title><content type='html'>It's funny how something quite so small and insignificant can be thought of as so incredibly important by some, yet completely dismissed by others. My case in point, exams thought of as very, very important by a good portion of the schoolchildren of Malaysia and dismissed by well, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam that I am currently focusing on is the one that you will be going through quite soon indeed: the Form 1 end-of-year exams. Pft. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;. Why should you? I mean, yes, education is very ( twitch ) important and blah blah blah vomit gag cough but these aren't even very important exams. I mean, getting a job and your university degree I can understand, but these are your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end-of-year exams for Form 1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's end-of-year, not end-of-the-world and it's not like you'll die if you fail. What I'm trying to say to those of you who sweat so much about this every day is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt;. Relax. I mean, can you really honestly tell me that when you look back at this twenty years on you'll remember this exam as being one of the important, pivotal events in your life? If you can, then I don't ( or don't want to ) know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-7087250595343644890?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7087250595343644890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=7087250595343644890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7087250595343644890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/7087250595343644890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/insignificance.html' title='Insignificance'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-1820775853861907357</id><published>2008-10-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:15:50.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies</title><content type='html'>I just started studying for the end-of-year examinations two days ago, and I remember why I hated studying so much in the first place. It's the first time I've done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; discernible amount of studying in three, maybe four, months. I'm not even studying that much, just about twenty to thirty minutes a day. On top of that, I don't even have any tuition ( yay ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still hate it. Just like I hate sushi ( I don't really know why; probably because I was young and for some reason the smell made me want to throw up so I never really tried eating it again ). But yeah, I'm only going to have to study even more for what is mostly comprised of things that I probably wouldn't need at all were it not for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to school to get As, for fecks ( family-friendly f*ck! ) sake, I do it to learn the things that I need to learn. In that sense, Australian school wins hands-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Two people want me to repeat the question ( on the poll ), which makes me wonder why I put the bloody option there in the first place; the question is "Should I Kill This Blog???" you blind weirdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-1820775853861907357?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1820775853861907357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=1820775853861907357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1820775853861907357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/1820775853861907357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-3122009079869026301</id><published>2008-10-05T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:31:53.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Grind</title><content type='html'>Farewell, farewell I say to the this week of freedom that I have had, a good week, a very, very nice week which should, by the way, be the template for every week in existence. Farewell, and hello I say to the days ahead: twenty-five relentless days of studying ( well, I should be, anyway ) for a most diabolical creation/adaptation into the Malaysian school system ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm such a fan&lt;/span&gt; ) - exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really like a "Hello! How are you?"; it's more of a "Hello! Why don't you get this stupid ( expletive ) thing over and done with before I go ( expletive ) insane and use a kitchen knife to stab everybody in the ( expletive ) school!" The reason I actually care is because currently, at the moment I do not have any tuition whatsoever. Which is nice. My antisocial mind deems it very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if something goes wrong during the exams then I can look forward to ( dread ) many a tuition next year. Which is bad. My antisocial mind deems it very bad indeed. So I guess I'll actually have to study this year, unlike UPSR. Grind. The daily, hourly, minutely, secondly grind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-3122009079869026301?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3122009079869026301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=3122009079869026301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3122009079869026301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/3122009079869026301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/daily-grind.html' title='The Daily Grind'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-520246590613561407.post-5197857454498325334</id><published>2008-10-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:34:05.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxhead</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in a previous post that I would be going to Aaron's house if things went according to plan. It kinda did. I also mentioned in a post I made a really long time ago that I had been to Aaron's house before, and when I was there, we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No More Heroes&lt;/span&gt; on his Wii but I had to leave right before the final mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, he left my savegame intact, and I sorta picked up where I left off. In order to get money to complete the final assassination in the game, we decided to replay the same mission ad infinitium and ad naseum until we finally had one point five million ( in-game ) dollars. In the last hour of the game though, it seems the developers went absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batshit&lt;/span&gt; with the plot, turning it from strange to ludicrously nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; season three on Aaron's computer which unlike Lucas' unrivalled fanboyism, I thought was just OK. The last few hours at his house were spent in a less-than-healthy three hour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boxhead 2-Play&lt;/span&gt; marathon, a co-op game in which you have to defend yourself against wave after wave of mindless zombie attacks. With expert precision ( and to a certain extent, paranoia ) we constucted an elaborate system of mines and mazes walled with explosive barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were enough explosions to cause a seizure. You can play it for free &lt;a href="http://www.crazymonkeygames.com/Boxhead-2Play-Rooms.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I probably did a lot more stuff that I don't really remember now because of fatigue. Till next time, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My computer problem is still ongoing. If you want me to stop blogging, please contribute to the Fix Andrew's Computer Fund. Alternatively, you can vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/520246590613561407-5197857454498325334?l=gar-andrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5197857454498325334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=520246590613561407&amp;postID=5197857454498325334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/5197857454498325334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/520246590613561407/posts/default/5197857454498325334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gar-andrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/boxhead.html' title='Boxhead'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966385470325814964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
