<?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-5941042471858637576</id><updated>2012-02-23T19:13:09.921+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy and his blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-3504142335342766654</id><published>2012-02-23T01:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T01:02:35.009+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The week isn't even over yet...</title><content type='html'>... and I already feel so tired. What's worse is that I've only been out on two of the three days. Oh well I'll have to go to uni again tomorrow. (Well it'll be &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt; but whatever) for some gay engineering orientation stuff. Seriously don't feel like it... so tired already. No idea how I'm going to survive uni life, struggling as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was essentially the law orientation; not much that I can really comment about it, as I felt that it was rather boring. 10am start in building 64? (I can't remember now) in which important people took turns talking about law and how great the Monash Debating Team is. hahahaha. Afterwards we split into groups according to our wrist band colour. I got into orange... and so did Yash. So we walked around in the group, while this girl (2nd year I'm assuming) leading us just showed us around... It really wasn't that useful. I swear I've seen her before (Well actually I saw her again on Wednesday - I AM NOT A STALKER GOD) at the law lecture things we had to go to earlier in the year. So anyway &lt;i&gt;eventually&lt;/i&gt; we just walked to the LSS BBQ, in which a long line had already commenced. Had some sausage sizzle and a drink, and then proceeded to walk towards all the clubs tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT first, I had to go get my MSA card... for discounts on joining clubs and such &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Filled in some form, paid $20 and got a sticker on my ID card. Yep awesome and good to go. Walked around with Yash &amp;amp; Justin through all the stalls, and saw some familiar faces along the way (not awkward at all, Kim :P) Ended up joining the &lt;b&gt;LSS (Law Student's Society)&lt;/b&gt; , &lt;b&gt;Society for Anime and Manga Appreciation&lt;/b&gt; (ooo cosplayers LOL), some &lt;b&gt;random IT club&lt;/b&gt; (I serously forget the name of this, but Meg? joined this as well) as well as the &lt;b&gt;chess club&lt;/b&gt;. I can explain the last one. So I have this guy called Dev (aka taiga on Atarnotes if anyone still remembers) and he basically compiled a list of 'must sign up' clubs, or something along the lines of that. Screw that, the club was free to join for MSA members okay? Besides, the guy manning the stall told me that Dev was the president of the club LOL so I joined anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a law library tour after that, where we were guided around all 4 levels of the law library. There was a eerie silence the higher you went up, and level 4 was pretty much uninhabited. There was a room called the 'Training Room'. I always wondered what was behind these days. I always pictured a group of people learning Kung Fu or some other martial arts in secret up there. I wouldn't know though. Went back to the first level, and did the portion of the assignment requiring looking up case numbers and all that crap. It was pretty cakewalk. Went home afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coming back to today. I had to wake up at 7 FUCKING am just to make it on time to the 9am start at Robert Blackwood Hall. Took the 8.11am 737 Monash which didn't end up arriving until 8.17am ... lame. We didn't arrive to the Monash terminal until &lt;b&gt;8.59am&lt;/b&gt; due to the horribad traffic all along coleman parade and shit. Far out. Tina and I 'briskly' walked to RBH where we arrived a few minutes late. Some guy handed me an orange book thing called the 'Survival Guide' - this reminded me of the good 'ol VCE days &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. The presentation was boring... zzzzz Had a tour around the uni once again. This time it was a lot better (sorry random girl D:) and the guys actually kinda knew what they were doing ... not saying she was incompetent or anything... just that she was kinda quiet LOL (brownie points for doing Aero/Law though! ;D). So yep now the structure of this paragraph is absolutely fucked, but who cares. The MESS BBQ had a much longer line (seeing as there are over 4000 Eng students compared to ~500 for Law) so we had to wait a while for our sausage sizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some cool people in my tour, especially the ones that transferred from the Malaysia campus. Talked to some 2nd and 3rd year students, of which Tina somehow knew them. Intriguing. Saw an old tuition buddy called Gavin while waiting in the food line. He was with his friend Oscar, who travelled from the west-side just to get to Monash. That kinda sucks. It's kinda funny, because he happens to be 'madoscar65' on VCE notes, a familiar name HAHAHAH. Small world I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the clubs tents for the second (and probably last) time. Joined some more clubs. Finally got around to joining &lt;b&gt;MESS (Monash Engineering Students Society)&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;EWB (Engineers without Borders)&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;SVGA (Society for Video Games Appercation) aka Gamer's club&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; MCCC (Monash Chinese-Australian Cultural Community)&lt;/b&gt;, as well as &lt;b&gt;MAD (Monash something (association?) of Debaters)&lt;/b&gt;. Looking back, I realised I probably joined &lt;b&gt;waaaaaayyyy&lt;/b&gt; too many clubs. But then again, I am a retard so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day looking for building 73 for some seminar crap I had later on. It turned out to be kinda boring and I almost fell asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 5:30 bus back home. Saw Amara and some guy (I think his name was Raymond) on the bus as well. Got home at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far out, I now know what a 9-5 job feels like. Homg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3504142335342766654?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3504142335342766654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-isnt-even-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3504142335342766654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3504142335342766654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-isnt-even-over-yet.html' title='The week isn&apos;t even over yet...'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-8031925316314952301</id><published>2012-02-18T01:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T01:00:36.384+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes... I don't even...</title><content type='html'>This is kinda for cindy and meg... who didn't &lt;i&gt;experience&lt;/i&gt; our 'adventure' today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. anyway. Yes once again we went to court. Though this time, the line up was kinda different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was to take the 8.22 train to the city, but instead we ended up taking the 8.40 because I had to wait for my new? friend Justin because he missed the earlier bus. So anyway, I met up with Lea Yen (who I hadn't seen for 2 months OMG) and then we walked over to Bread Top to get her breakfast. Now that I think about it, I actually didn't skip breakfast today. Wooooo xD. I had milo and dipped 4 weetbix in it. People say it 'tastes like cardboard' but please, it doesn't taste that bad. Unless of course, cardboard actually is quite appetising (not that I would know...). Waking up at 6:30 just to get ready is a bit of a pain. Without my multiple alarms, I don't think I would've gotten up &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Lea Yen and I saw James Wong and Raphael at the train station. Talked about stuff - I don't actually remember what we even talked about. They took the earlier train, and thus were not able to witness the 'wtf i don't even' moment that we were about to face... in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes anyway fast forward like 30-40 minutes into the train ride to the city, and we're just quietly talking on the train. Out of no where, one of the other passengers (who we all now dub 'The crazy woman') turned around and said 'Can you shutup?!?' in such a... intimidating tone. We were all kinda shocked, but moreso confused at what happened. We just stared at each other, wondering wtf tripped this crazy woman off. After a brief moment of silence, we continued talking about another subject, in no way related to what we were talking about (Girl starcraft pro-gamers, LOL HI CINDY) when she turns around again and says 'well, are you done?' It is kinda hard to describe it... but I honestly don't even know what the hell she was on about. Kinda scared, I turned around and faced her and asked, 'sorry?' to which she repeats the same line. Dumbfounded I ask her what she was talking about. I have no idea what she said, so I just apologised for &lt;i&gt;offending her&lt;/i&gt;, which was complete bullshit because I didn't mean it. In fact, now that I think about it, it was rather rude of her to tell us to 'shut up'... she could've said it in a nicer way, or ATLEAST said 'please'. Apparently her forehead started bleeding, and she blamed it on us for that. Actually, she asked us whether it was (it was actually, haha) but Justin just shook his head. That &lt;i&gt;altercation&lt;/i&gt; annoyed me afterwards. Luckily this was around Richmond station, so we didn't have to wait long before we got off at Flinders. Got on other train to get off at Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short walk to the Melbourne Magistrates court, and met up with James Wong and his Melbourne High friends. We all walked in and put our bags through the scanner and all that shit. Looked at the court lists... all of them were at either 9:30am or 10am, something like that. Whilst the others headed up the lift to whatever case they were observing, Lea Yen, Justin and I decided to head over to the County Court (across the road actually) to go to a sentencing case. It was scheduled at 9:45am, meaning we had like 5 minutes to get there. Time was tight haha. We rushed across, bag scanned .etc.etc and headed towards the lift. The sentencing was at 9.1, which was the same place as we (Meg/Cindy if you're reading this) went last time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the sentencing was a bit delayed but there were already quite a lot of people in there. We were hoping to get a seat in the corner (so that the sensitive people or what not won't get upset) but someone was already occupying it. Some lady (working with the barrister?) greeted us and recommend we sit somewhere else to the side (but not at the back) because some of the victim's family was there. We later learned that the sentencing was for culpable driving, causing death. Kinda scary. I felt kinda bad for being there, especially with the victim's family being there and stuff. It felt so wrong... but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway you probably don't wanna hear about the sentencing. We wrote furiously, taking down the important stuff in scribbles (atleast I did hahahaha) and all that good stuff. One thing to note was the considerations the judge took in making his decision. For instance, we learned that the perpetrator (is that even the correct word?) was 'bullied' as a young apprentice which lead to his excessive consumption of alcohol and cannabis, which played a factor on the day of the accident which was due to a combination of both driving while intoxicated as well as driving well over the speed limit (If I remember correctly, he was driving ~120km/hr in an 80 zone ... wowwww). Yep, pretty scary. So anyway I thought the case was rather interesting, probably more interesting than the cases I observed last week (sorry meg/cindy D:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is at this point, where was Cindy? wasn't she going to court? Well, she told us she was getting driven or something, and would meet us there. So yep, when we got off at flagstaff and tried to contact her. For some reason it went straight to voicemail... assumed that her phone was off (maybe she was already at court?). Anyway weird shit happened and we never got to meet until... afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only went to 1 case that day (because there was only one sentencing haha) so we walked over the Melbourne Central for lunch. Had pizza. It was alright. Should've gotten those $2 double cheese burgers though. Then again, I'm kinda sick of Mc D's/Hungry Jacks/KFC for some reason... And it's not like I've been eating it often. Cindy called and told her to meet us at MC. She proceeded to get lost trying to get to MC, and also trying to find us. &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA I'M SO SORRY CINDY! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened during that time I guess will be forever only known by Cindy and I... but it was kinda hilarious. Kept calling her but phone kept going to voicemail... which was weird.&amp;nbsp; Long story short, we finally found each other like 20 minutes later (homg...) and yeah that's enough with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed around with James Wong + his friends + Lea Yen &amp;amp; Cindy for a bit before Lea and I decided to head back home, whilst the others wanted to go back to court after lunch. Took the train home. &lt;b&gt;Apparently&lt;/b&gt; Lea saw the same crazy lady on one of the platforms on the way back (that is kinda scary) though I didn't catch a good look so I'm not so sure about that. It would've been so weird if she got in the same carriage as us.... omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, went on reddit for a bit and then took a nap. Woke up before dinner. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting day to say the least, though I'm kinda scarred. Why do I keep thinking of shit like this &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-8031925316314952301?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8031925316314952301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-i-dont-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/8031925316314952301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/8031925316314952301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-i-dont-even.html' title='Sometimes... I don&apos;t even...'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-1500384216312229099</id><published>2012-02-09T00:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:21:28.891+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A collection</title><content type='html'>Not sure why I'm typing stuff before 12... I guess because I don't have much to do. The GSL (aka Starcraft League) ended quite early today because there were really short games. My favourite player (MinChul aka SK.MC) won both his matches quite easily, taking them both 2-0 against 'Ganzi' and 'Parting' in dominating fashion. It's kinda funny how starcraft takes up so much of my time nowadays, and uni is just around the corner &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. ~4 hours is spent WATCHING professional matches (although it is quite entertaining if you follow sc :3) and 1-2 hours POTENTIALLY goes towards playing the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I talk to much about starcraft... I'm somewhat obsessed I guess. I recently played in an online BSG tournament which caters for &lt;b&gt;BRONZE&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;SILVER&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;GOLD&lt;/b&gt; league players in the &lt;b&gt;North American&lt;/b&gt; region. Check-in started around 12 noon so I thought it was at a good time such that I could participate in it on a daily basis, assuming I don't go out of course. It was a 64 man bracket, meaning up to 64 players could participate. By the end of signups/checkins there were only ~40 people playing. I got a BYE the first round, so I moved straight into the ro32. Unfortunately I played really badly in a &lt;b&gt;Protoss vs Protoss&lt;/b&gt; mirror match up and subsequently was knocked out. Oh well I wasn't too bummed at the result. I guess I'll keep trying everyday I am able to, though that may not be until Saturday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I have been quite busy the last couple of days (though I still have no life). On Tuesday I went to go &lt;i&gt;study&lt;/i&gt; some law with Cindy and Megan at the Monash library. We didn't get THAT much done unfortunately, though at least figured out what days we were going to the court trials and what not, which is good. Also learnt some things here and there in regards to law... like how you &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; pronounce 'clerk' LOL. Sorry meg &amp;gt;&amp;lt; it sounds retarded and very pompous though... I think we finished up around 3 o' clock and waited around outside for a bit. I went to back to Glenny SC to get my VCE certificate which I &lt;b&gt;FORGOT&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; to get in the morning, due to being rushed D: To my dismay, the senior centre was dead silent - not a soul in sight. It was kinda weird and scary at the same time. I walked around a bit, looking for ANYONE, but then gave up and went home. Called my dad and met up with my parents at the glen, because they were grocery shopping at the time. Got home, put all the things away and so on... you can go figure out what happened&amp;nbsp; for the rest of that day &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to go out again because I had to get my VCE certificate and fix up some bank issue that I had. For some reason when I logged onto netbank, I would always receive and error when trying to transfer money into my other account... but more on that later. I woke up at around 11 all flustered and somewhat stressed; I had planned to wake up at around 9am I guess I slept in... bad bad bad. Not being able to sleep the night before I guess is to blame. I hate that. I walked into the gates of Glen Waverley Secondary; they had changed the front of the school. They now had a 'proper' entrance barred by some poles and the landscaping and such looked really nice. Whilst walking in, I noticed a few students wearing their red jumpers - ah the good times. It feels weird being a graduate, because I honestly don't feel like one. Saw Michelle Leung at the entrance to senior centre talking to Jasmine, who I think is doing a split year? We talked about some uni stuff, and also the up-coming year 12 camp in which Mr Tatnall wanted to get some of the recent graduates to talk to the new year 12s at cowes... our experiences throughout the year and stuff. I &lt;b&gt;kinda&lt;/b&gt; wanted to go, but I don't have my P's yet so I can't exactly get there myself... unless I get a lift. But I heard a lot of people were thinking of going so I probably wouldn't get picked to go anyway &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. The bank business I said earlier was kinda boring, but I'll talk about it anyway. Basically I just walked into Commonwealth Bank and went up to the person that does that sign ups thing. Just explained that I had problems with internet banking .etc.etc and took a seat. They couldn't figure why I had such an error for a while, so the dude called up some central support or whatever. It turns out that my limit for transferring money was set to "&lt;b&gt;$0&lt;/b&gt;" and thus I wasn't even able to commence the transfer... lame. Went home, transferred over some money to my other account and had lunch and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually remember what I did for the rest of the afternoon which is KINDA sad. I guess I was just &lt;i&gt;chilling&lt;/i&gt; as Lea Yen would say... haha. Should really recommence my cert III course... I don't think I can finish it before uni starts unfortunately. I don't have the will... it is just so damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been kinda gay lately, I don't really know what I'm doing or where I'm headed. I used to be quite sure on what I wanted or what I needed, but as time passes I've become less sure. But hey, focus on the positives right? even when it's so hard &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-1500384216312229099?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1500384216312229099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/1500384216312229099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/1500384216312229099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/collection.html' title='A collection'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-4860740220381382504</id><published>2012-01-29T17:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:30:02.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Timetables.</title><content type='html'>So yeah. I've been messing around with MUTTS lately (the timetable model thing for monash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew organising a timetable could be so hard? VCE students have it easy haha. They don't have to worry (much) about subjects and choosing lecture/tute/lab times. Life is kinda hard when you're given a choice... in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the retard I am, I decided to make my timetable on excel. Yeah I love making stuff on excel even though I'm not very good at it. To start, I added the lectures that have been allocated and locked. The lectures for ENG1040 (Dynamics) and ENG1060 (Maths for Engineers) only had one 'set' for lectures so I didn't have a choice of those. I also removed lecture/tute/complab times for the other units that I definitely couldn't attend. It kinda sucked that I had 2 sets of lectures to pick from for 'Computing for Engineers' but I based my timetable(s) around those two choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boCxxdmxxas/TyKjGFsRptI/AAAAAAAAAeY/c46xs2iXcD8/s1600/UniTimetable.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boCxxdmxxas/TyKjGFsRptI/AAAAAAAAAeY/c46xs2iXcD8/s640/UniTimetable.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this one 'Stream 1' because it uses set 1 lectures for ENG1091... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOWCzKPffn4/TyKjHd7vYJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eOdJk6e9zYg/s1600/UniTimetable2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOWCzKPffn4/TyKjHd7vYJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eOdJk6e9zYg/s640/UniTimetable2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is 'Stream 2' for the reason that it utilises set 2 lectures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the first one better, even though it is a later start (which I hate) because the hours are spaced out more evenly. The second timetable seems to be more compacted towards the middle of the day and yeah.. I dunno I guess that would mean having lunch at somewhat odd times. Also, Lea Yen and Meg are gonna try and get the Mon/Tues 2pm lec for LAW1101 (I think? :S) so maybe i'll be with them! yayyy haha. But if not it doesn't matter, I guess we could just study whenever we're all free or when it gets closer to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing my short course in 'Certificate III for Business'. I reckon most of it is okay until you get to the end of each module whereby you have to do an assignment. That is kinda gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOWCzKPffn4/TyKjHd7vYJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eOdJk6e9zYg/s1600/UniTimetable2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. some other sad shit that I did... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYa0cYDEDzA/TyKjJf-V_iI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N1LvTQgM-So/s1600/UniTimetable3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYa0cYDEDzA/TyKjJf-V_iI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N1LvTQgM-So/s640/UniTimetable3.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4860740220381382504?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4860740220381382504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/timetables.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4860740220381382504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4860740220381382504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/timetables.html' title='Timetables.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boCxxdmxxas/TyKjGFsRptI/AAAAAAAAAeY/c46xs2iXcD8/s72-c/UniTimetable.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-5232869107951524299</id><published>2012-01-28T00:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:57:42.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit, 1 month to go...</title><content type='html'>Sighh it's already been 2 months... kinda depressing. What the hell have I done this entire time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reduced my 'gaming' time to about 2 hours per day. I don't even play anything other than starcraft anymore. Regretting my recent steam purchases already &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. BF3 and MW3 are just so boring, I don't even know how people can play that day in, day out. Although my division ranking in starcraft hasn't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; improved, I feel that I've improved as a whole. My APM (actions per minute) used to be at around 60 when I first started. It is now around 120-130 which I'm pretty happy with. Of course APM is no measure of skill, and of course there is still a long way to go till I reach 300 ... damn hardcore Koreans LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been making some &lt;i&gt;progress&lt;/i&gt; lately in my aspirations you could say. Just the other day I attended an appointment at the Monash Volunteer Resource Centre (It's near the library!) and applied to do some volunteer. The nice lady suggested some places for youth work or tutoring... I wouldn't mind either. I was also kinda interested in working in a retail Op-Shop - No shame I guess. I've always wanted to see what it was like I guess haha. Surprising isn't it? You probably wouldn't think I'd do such a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also went to Monash University twice. The first time was on the 19th, where I attended an Engineering course info session. The 737 bus I wanted to take never actually came, so I was going to be late. Not a good start to uni. Luckily when I got there, a heap of people were still waiting out side. The lecture thingo didn't end up starting until 11:30; Half an hour later than posted. I thought it was a waste of time - If you read the handbook for your course you would've been okay. Oh yeah, I met this guy called Justin on the bus who is commencing the same course as me! Amazinggg.. I checked the offers list and apparently only 26 people are actually doing Engineering/Law at Monash. Small world isn't it? The second time was enrollment day, a week and a bit later. This time it was the Law side that I had to attend to. I narrowly missed the 737 bus so I took the 742 bus instead &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Unfortunately this ended up being kinda gay because the bus stop is at the &lt;b&gt;back&lt;/b&gt; of Monash Uni. I didn't know where to go. Luckily there was this other girl named Lucy that was kinda in the same position as me, so we just walked to the Law place together. I found out that she went to Mac Rob and I was like 'wow sah hccc'. She told me she was doing Science/Law - a rather interesting degree I'd say. So yeah that day was pretty boring once again. The Law presentation was more interesting, but we got homework D: which makes me kinda depressed. A silly 2000 word report &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; I have to sit into some court sessions. Kinda GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got ID card before the Law info sesh, and I saw Justin at the place again so yeah we just went. Afterwards some guy from the MSA tagged us and dragged us upstairs of the campus centre to introduce us to the MSA and their theme camps. I'm not sure whether I'll go... as I have to get my wisdom teeth removed sometime them &amp;gt;&amp;lt; and recover from that haha. But yes we got a bunch of stuff included a diary HAHA. Funny how we have to pay like $20 at school for one and we get one for free at uni :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also woke up at 7am today - the earliest time I've ever woken up in the holidays by far. I had to go with my dad to work today... to get up the hours on my L's. His work is in the west near Point Cook, so I had to take the freeway most of the way. I've never actually driven that far at once, and never that route. Going in the tunnel was kinda scary, but somehow I did it. It takes AGES to get there, like 45-60mins atleast &amp;gt;&amp;lt; But atleast I gained some experience. Didn't do that much work there for my dad. I bought my mom's netbook there so I could just the internet LOL. Luckily my login details for my shortcourse finally got emailed to me, so I commenced my Cert III in Business whilst at work. I got 2 modules done in the space of about 4 hours. It's kinda funny how they recommend 2 weeks per module, so I kinda did a month's worth of work in just a few hours. Oh well maybe I can finish my course in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say... yeah I did some other things but I'll set that post for tomorrow. Tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should really be getting my law textbooks soon, so scared just reading the stuff we have to do :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-5232869107951524299?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5232869107951524299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-shit-1-month-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5232869107951524299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5232869107951524299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-shit-1-month-to-go.html' title='Holy shit, 1 month to go...'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-3287611476235689840</id><published>2011-12-25T18:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:03:12.747+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I wish everyone a merry Christmas and a happy new year :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn thunderstorms :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not so bad tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3287611476235689840?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3287611476235689840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3287611476235689840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3287611476235689840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-2809023662144358567</id><published>2011-12-13T01:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:01:15.652+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>I haven't really blogged 'properly' in a really, really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is because I've been really busy with life and such. It sounds like a cheesy excuse, but that's basically the reason - At least what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has almost been a month since exams were over, and the holidays started. I dreamed that I would be able to game into the morning, and wake up in the afternoon - 'free', they call it. However as I found out, this turned out not to be the case. I guess my mom had better plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everything happens for a reason, and looking back think one day everything will pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my mom says she's preparing me for the future. Fair enough. But that means I don't have much free time to myself. Everyday is pretty hectic. From Monday to Wednesday I'm working with my dad. He works at Metricon at his 'day job' and the work there is quite &lt;i&gt;menial&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;. There isn't THAT much to do there, but anytime out of the house is pretty much time not spent what I want to do is classified as work. haha. Unreasonable? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, I have to tutor my sister methods. This usually occurs on the weekends... atleast I'm off work at those times. Trying to teach her is really hard... I guess I don't understand how she learns. I try to show her how I approach things, but I guess this varies per person. I even set her hw to do... but I'm not confident that she is able to complete it. Yes its just frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday are my so-called 'free' days because my dad doesn't go to work on those days. However my mom always finds stuff for me to do... haha sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I started driving around 3-4 weeks ago. Yep, on my L's still. Started at 0 hours. Had a few lessons from a driving instructor named &lt;b&gt;Elias&lt;/b&gt;. He was really nice to me, even though I had no experience with driving. He said that I learned really fast (though maybe its false hope) and went through most of the places at the burwood testing area. Still not confident with reverse parking or anything to do with reversing... ahhhh so scary when you can't really see... and have to rely on your mirrors. Feeling angst man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on 20.5 hours. Not sure if this is good progress or not for 3 weeks... I hope so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119.5 hours left. I wonder if I can get my P's in time for university...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-2809023662144358567?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2809023662144358567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/2809023662144358567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/2809023662144358567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-328433597256715906</id><published>2011-12-11T22:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:36:13.345+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnEJ0a3wFl0/TuSaaDxc1eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RHZy1Pr4ESo/s1600/goldleague.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnEJ0a3wFl0/TuSaaDxc1eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RHZy1Pr4ESo/s640/goldleague.png" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yay I'm in gold league nowwwww.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Almost thought I would be forever rank 1 silver T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Made my day. Don't judge x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't play starcraft all day (contrary to popular belief). 3-4 hours max/day kthx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-328433597256715906?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/328433597256715906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/wooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/328433597256715906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/328433597256715906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/wooooooo.html' title='WOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnEJ0a3wFl0/TuSaaDxc1eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RHZy1Pr4ESo/s72-c/goldleague.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-4521028169392448489</id><published>2011-11-27T01:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:19:12.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>I think I'll find another template... tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4521028169392448489?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4521028169392448489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4521028169392448489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4521028169392448489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-4566564765707884151</id><published>2011-11-20T23:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:38:09.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;WHY IS THIS SO TRUE T___T&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fV87nmQFkXI/Tsj0K8Sg5aI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6Ohgyl51ZlU/s1600/thestoryofmylife.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fV87nmQFkXI/Tsj0K8Sg5aI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6Ohgyl51ZlU/s640/thestoryofmylife.png" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4566564765707884151?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4566564765707884151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4566564765707884151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4566564765707884151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/man.html' title='Man...'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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/-fV87nmQFkXI/Tsj0K8Sg5aI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6Ohgyl51ZlU/s72-c/thestoryofmylife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-6928130830062569777</id><published>2011-11-20T02:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T02:40:34.959+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0qH1FWk3sw/TsfNmeUx9QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3jtMTglssn0/s1600/WOIFmh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0qH1FWk3sw/TsfNmeUx9QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3jtMTglssn0/s400/WOIFmh.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture. Goodluck Lim Yo-Hwan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-6928130830062569777?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6928130830062569777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-this-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6928130830062569777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6928130830062569777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0qH1FWk3sw/TsfNmeUx9QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3jtMTglssn0/s72-c/WOIFmh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-5452482122994930552</id><published>2011-11-17T00:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:33:37.835+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For Calene.</title><content type='html'>LOOOOOOOOOL GOT INTO PLATNIUM LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played 5 'placement' matches, which determines what division you are&lt;i&gt; placed&lt;/i&gt; in :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bronze -&amp;gt; Silver -&amp;gt; Gold -&amp;gt; Platnium -&amp;gt; Diamond -&amp;gt; Masters -&amp;gt; Grandmasters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1: Played some bronze league player. First ladder game in 11 months. Felt nervous, but I guess I just played how I felt like playing (which is probably not good). The guy was being rude to me and didn't talk to me even though I wished him 'glhf' at the beginning. Beat him easily, he rage quit no gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Game 2: another Zerg. Caught  me off guard because I failed my Forge FE... had to pull my probes.  Defended that shit LIKE A BOSS and macroed hard. Got 3base vs 2 again  and just stomped in with my 200/200 army against his measly muta  roach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Game 3: Silver Terran. he was  pretty bad... went 2 rax and kinda all-inned me at the start. Defended  it (partly because he didn't micro) and held. 3 bases to 1 and I had my  forth just as he was getting his second. Dropped into my base with 3  medivacs of MMM but defended that easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Game 4. Another silver player. I honestly almost lost this game, I guess I won only because I had more bases and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Game 5: My first Protoss vs Protoss (PvP) match. This guy was pretty good. I went 4gate and he went 2gate robo and defended. Had to camp his ramp and deny his expansion. Was pretty intense. He used warp prisms to harass my main will I killed off his nexus at the natural twice. I guess the Dark Templars (cloaked units) won the game for me, because he had no detection (Couldn't 'see' them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;And the end result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRTMakbrqww/TsO5iQ-VY0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dge3rINsB4E/s1600/AWWWWWWWYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRTMakbrqww/TsO5iQ-VY0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dge3rINsB4E/s640/AWWWWWWWYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-5452482122994930552?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5452482122994930552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-calene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5452482122994930552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5452482122994930552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-calene.html' title='For Calene.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRTMakbrqww/TsO5iQ-VY0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dge3rINsB4E/s72-c/AWWWWWWWYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-6290880105136493910</id><published>2011-10-29T00:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:47:37.529+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life ain't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks mean a lot. The deciding factor of course, is ATAR. My life is incredibly narrow at this point in time; Im such a hypocrite. Im pinning my hopes that I'll be able to do well, and get into the course I want to do. 95~96 seems very obtainable, even with a 30 in english. I can't remember if I said this, but life has been very stressful and tiring- im sure many can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually studied at school during swotvac. Heaps of people were at school already, like the studious Fei Yang Song, who lives pretty much right next to the school :P I envy his dedication of starting study before I even wake up. I dont know whether I did that much; started off doing Mr Phillips' revision booklet, which simppy consisted of his cheatsheet devided up into sections, with typical vcaa questions. This was somewhat disappointing, As I did not really learn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came methods exam 1. VCAA 2006. I gave myself the full reading and writing time. It was pretty straight forward, and i finished comfortably. I guess as it is in the first year of the study design, the content wouldn't have been too hard. Next came chemistry, VCAA 2002. As this was in the previous study design, I had "erased" the irrelevant unit 3 questiond with a PDF editor. Bits of unit4 were in unit3, and vice versa. Questions weren't overly taxing, but there weren't many - IIRC, the total was only like 50 marks for both "exam 1" and "exam 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some English by writing a language analysis. Wasn't happy with it. Teacher said I could cut down on the words as I tend to become long winded with my response. I guess I have. problem with being direct, Im too passive in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy also tutored me in English! yay for free lessons :D I realised today that my vocabulary is absolutely atrocious compared to hers, so many words i've never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms arrived, yet many of us were still at school. Rain started pouring, and I wondered whether I would be walking in the rain home wearing a short sleeved tee *shudders*. Luckily, the rain held up and I walked home with Brenda with the grey skies hovering ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much at home. Wrote a text response for On The Waterfront and marked my exams. Watched some Ross Kemp documentrary on Youtube about Israel and the Gaza strip... pretty &lt;br /&gt;insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. Go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-6290880105136493910?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6290880105136493910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-aint-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6290880105136493910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6290880105136493910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-aint-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-3922359726520612652</id><published>2011-10-19T00:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:22:04.088+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Three.</title><content type='html'>can you believe it? there is only 3 days of school high school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary that this time next month, many of us would have completed our exams and be relaxing attending schoolies and whatnot. This time next month, i'll be reunited with STARCRAFT 2! It sounds so lame and sad, but when you've gone without something you love for almost a whole year, you'll know what i mean. We're so close, but there are 6 hurdles left to jump over... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed to the max. I apologise for not posting anything in a long, long time. I think everyone gave up anyway and I'm just talking to myself. But that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sudden interest with English; i guess since its literally the deciding factor on whether i get into Engineering/Law or Engineering/Commerce. Regardless, I don't mind that much. Working hard is very taxing, where you realise that time is running out and get stressed to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good; nothing to really hate. I guess VCE helpss keeping my mind off 'the outside world'. Let's see how long that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Dinner this Friday; I hope to see everyone there. If you see me around, take a photo with me! I really want to hold onto our memoried forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3922359726520612652?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3922359726520612652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3922359726520612652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3922359726520612652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/three.html' title='Three.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-3133734796335298660</id><published>2011-09-29T15:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:33:18.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNuBAtZ0v3s/ToP7rkzOuDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x7bytYXgPqM/s1600/02701_fadetoblue_1920x1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNuBAtZ0v3s/ToP7rkzOuDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x7bytYXgPqM/s400/02701_fadetoblue_1920x1080.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't worry, I'll be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strike&gt;More later tonight maybe.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Over the past few days, I realise that I've been really unreasonable.&amp;nbsp; Of course things change, but I'll stay the same.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3133734796335298660?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3133734796335298660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/transition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3133734796335298660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3133734796335298660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/transition.html' title='Transition.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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/-nNuBAtZ0v3s/ToP7rkzOuDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x7bytYXgPqM/s72-c/02701_fadetoblue_1920x1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-3641856485617413546</id><published>2011-09-20T23:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:44:00.415+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Man,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai5GXsey9w4/TnhgrRvpc1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/50schTLY1bQ/s1600/02697_fierystorm_1920x1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai5GXsey9w4/TnhgrRvpc1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/50schTLY1bQ/s400/02697_fierystorm_1920x1080.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just having a bad &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; year. Move along...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3641856485617413546?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3641856485617413546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3641856485617413546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3641856485617413546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/man.html' title='Man,'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ai5GXsey9w4/TnhgrRvpc1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/50schTLY1bQ/s72-c/02697_fierystorm_1920x1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-3980404359574575951</id><published>2011-09-19T23:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:00:15.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEd3yraOkMw/TndK3CwDveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/amLwFSBGLOY/s1600/02696_rozewie_1920x1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEd3yraOkMw/TndK3CwDveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/amLwFSBGLOY/s400/02696_rozewie_1920x1080.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Doesn't last forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why does this always happen, why do I have to feel this way?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I say "life's unfair" to you with a smile on my face&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...as if I'm kidding&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But inside, I'm lying... right in your face&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm such a good liar, right? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You say there's more to life than this&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But I have no life, and the world I live in is so narrow&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everything I want to do, want to be&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is out of reach; impossible&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm losing it, I'm losing everything... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everything used to be so great, so fine, so.. joyful&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But now I have nothing to gain, nothing to look forward to,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have nothing to show, I have no one&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But you know what, I think I'll be okay...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;one day...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;because I realise it's not worth being like this&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;... just like how the whole year so far has turned out&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sorry for wasting your time; I'm not worth your time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3980404359574575951?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3980404359574575951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3980404359574575951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3980404359574575951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEd3yraOkMw/TndK3CwDveI/AAAAAAAAAG8/amLwFSBGLOY/s72-c/02696_rozewie_1920x1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-920943745654851382</id><published>2011-09-01T23:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:30:09.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;F5 DANNY F5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah jokes, another place holder for tomorrow. Too tired man. Library-ied it up from 1:30 to 6 man :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-920943745654851382?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/920943745654851382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/920943745654851382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/920943745654851382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know.html' title='You know...'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-5950967239189941302</id><published>2011-08-27T01:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:02:00.164+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I starting play, I very disappointing and very sad after my lose. If you want to make one goal to win, you must lose. You can't win all games. We are people, you make mistake; we are not computer. And if you understand your mistake, when you lose you can just make analysis game and continue to play and try and fix it and it's no problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Aleksey Krupnyk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, English is his second language, so don't cringe at the horrible grammar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think this can apply to many things in life, and not just starcraft. It's true, there are many times in life that is quite disappointing; whether it be school, family, relationships, or everything. Maybe we're all too consumed in believing that we have try to "win" all the time, but sometimes in order to learn we just can't. Making mistakes is human; we all make them at some point. Sometimes they are life-changing, and sometimes they are minor. Whatever the case, if we understand what we did wrong we can try and improve for the future.What is difficult sometimes is identifying what is wrong - the source of error. What did we do wrong? Maybe we'll never find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could talk about it in more depth, but I'm afraid that what I'll say may cause some disagreement. Moreover, I probably should go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oblig pic:&lt;/b&gt; (I remember seeing this a while ago, before I actually played starcraft... I don't know what to say. In a sense, "possibly" but at the same time it sound very shallow to people that just see videogames as... a game. So yeah, take it however you like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K010HxtyNOw/Tley2Z-ky9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/V9Z7zuWXKhI/s1600/lovestarcraft.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K010HxtyNOw/Tley2Z-ky9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/V9Z7zuWXKhI/s400/lovestarcraft.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The girl on the right is pretty cute x]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-5950967239189941302?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5950967239189941302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-i-starting-play-i-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5950967239189941302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5950967239189941302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-i-starting-play-i-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K010HxtyNOw/Tley2Z-ky9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/V9Z7zuWXKhI/s72-c/lovestarcraft.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-3849500095126089448</id><published>2011-08-21T20:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:13:21.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally woke up from this confusing dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblig Pic: (Well, atleast I thought it was funny. I don't think anyone gets it. hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRmrN-x7uCI/TlJVZREX83I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uxYkivfwVH4/s1600/yvlRX.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRmrN-x7uCI/TlJVZREX83I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uxYkivfwVH4/s400/yvlRX.png" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5X5qbgiOJsE/TlJUEJgGkDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IGjYGY1nxFI/s1600/z2s6X.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3849500095126089448?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3849500095126089448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-finally-woke-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3849500095126089448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3849500095126089448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-finally-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRmrN-x7uCI/TlJVZREX83I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uxYkivfwVH4/s72-c/yvlRX.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-1085185280633172447</id><published>2011-08-21T00:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:38:01.967+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO RIGHT.</title><content type='html'>Instead of being the sad usual self, I've decided to talk about less personal things; atleast for a while. No point just complaining all the time anyway. If I want to do something about it, then I will. Sure, it may take some thinking, but whatever it'll be worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what week is it now? Is it the 5th or 6th week? It feels like time is going by fast. Is that a good thing? For one, it is one day closer until I am reunited with my Starcraft 2 (LOL I'M SO SAD) and then I can restart my journey to masters league. You may be thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OMG. What a nerd. Looking forward to play Starcraft after school's out? What about the drinking and partying/holidaying?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Eh, whatever, haters. What are you going to do about it? Be happy, not judgemental. I can safely say that most people have no idea how big SC2 is these days. Maybe it isn't so prevalent in Australia, but it is becoming massive in the United States as well as Europe. Not the mention Korea, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it so addictive? Please allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those gamers out there (I assume that'd be a small minority of my audience, if any at all LOL), you probably just play a game for entertainment or fun. This involves just playing the game: getting kills, levelling up, whatever - basically advancing up the stages. Well, Starcraft 2 is SO MUCH more than that. In fact, most of the time spent does not even involve directly playing the game yourself. There's things like VODs (Basically videos of sc2), live streams (people playing in real time) as well as in-game replays to watch and/or study. I'd say half the fun is &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;improving&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in itself. Practicing "builds" (A set order of tasks to do) and improving &lt;b&gt;micromanagement&lt;/b&gt; (collecting "resources" or money) as well as &lt;b&gt;micromanagement&lt;/b&gt; (controlling the units) - there is so much to do! So yes, that is why I think starcraft 2 is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is the middle of the last full term of high school. ever. Apart from the first week, I realised I have had 2 SACs every week, with two more this coming week and atleast one the week after. I guess I can't really complain; the SACs work well to my advantage comparatively to those that will probably get 3-4 SACs a week soon. It's good that I have to constantly keep working hard and there is little slacking off; &lt;b&gt;consistency is key&lt;/b&gt;. But whatever, you don't care haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking to someone about "burning out" because apparently I "work too hard". I still don't understand what this "burning out" means. Apparently it's just the feeling of "can't be bothered studying/doing work". However, some people &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like this all the time? So yeah, I don't understand. Sure, there are times where I don't do that much. But I don't know, I can't really afford not to do anything. Schedules, schedules, schedules. Planning is everything. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. The word 'motivation' seems to pop up a lot. Do I feel motivated? Yeah probably. Not just school, but everything I do. Why? I don't really know. I just am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random bs. Don't really have anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-1085185280633172447?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1085185280633172447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/1085185280633172447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/1085185280633172447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-right.html' title='TOO RIGHT.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-576602516605747720</id><published>2011-08-13T04:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T04:57:00.579+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No. 412</title><content type='html'>Life is unfair; I think we all have realised this by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am complaining about the most useless things. It's sad, but I guess it means so much more to me than you/others. Oh well, there is nothing I can do; If this is how life is meant to play out then I'll do my part and follow it. People say not to get hurt by such miniscule things. In reality, that is unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living everyday expecting to be hurt. Oh no, I would say the opposite. I think that's what life used to be like; it's okay, I'm getting better and stronger each day. Not caring about anything anymore sounds like such a negative move on me, but I have my reasons. Not caring means I don't need to get involved on a personal level. Thus, I can't be hurt be things people say. Not caring means I don't need to deal with the problems associated with whatever. Everyone has their own problems to tackle; some people also had to deal with other people's problems. Based on that idea, I guess not caring doesn't seem so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I sound so... self destructive. However in reality, I think I'm saving myself. I can always imagine a moment in time at the end of the year. I will have nothing, and you will have everything you've ever wanted. I keep thinking about that, and can't understand why that is the case. You always ask me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh Vincent, why are you so hard-working?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why do you do all of this?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;And honestly, I've been a massive liar in my response. The truth is; I don't really have anything going got me. It's not really been my year. But you wouldn't know, because I never said so. Why do I study a lot? Because &lt;b&gt;I have nothing&lt;/b&gt;. Nothing at all. The sad reality is that 'studying' saves me from the certain things I have to go through on a day to day basis. You're in denial, trying to prove me wrong. Prove me wrong at the end of the year please, not now. You tell me to 'chin up', but I don't know if I can in the long run. I don't think I can ever be &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... who cares anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The sun set too soon that night...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-576602516605747720?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/576602516605747720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-412.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/576602516605747720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/576602516605747720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-412.html' title='No. 412'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-3268521420874472373</id><published>2011-08-10T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:47:21.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Riot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Gex_ya4-Oo?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sXcI-NL3Tro?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me fucking sick in the stomach. I would've liked to think that society was much better than this, especially for developed country like Britain. It astounds me that people have the mind to such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am mad. Bloody criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youths are around our age, if not younger. Could you imagine yourself doing such a thing? Yep, you should be disgusted. I might sound pretentious? (Is that even the right?), as I probably do not know the whole story to this. However, I cannot possibly see how any of this is justified. I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; you to &lt;b&gt;prove me wrong&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously, convince me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing from young man when he is injured and bloody all over? That just adds insult to injury (no pun intended). Being robbed at point blank range when you can't even defend yourself is just so aggravating, I am so pissed off at society. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We're getting out taxes back"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is probably the most &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; statement I've heard in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that really justify your actions? I'm sure you have a reason to be angry, but let's be serious here. Looting isn't going to solve any problems; If anything, it makes them worse. Think about the small business owners you're stealing from. They have "taxes" to pay as well. Moreover, they will have a loss in stock and on top of that, pay even more to repair their shops as well as convince buyers to come back. If anything, you're not helping yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, maybe the Government has messed up. Hell, the police's actions weren't effective enough to quell the conflict and stop the riots before it propagated throughout the country. But hey, things don't always go to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, this is only a somewhat isolated group of people. Many people in this world make me happy, and that's what matters in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3268521420874472373?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3268521420874472373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/riot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3268521420874472373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3268521420874472373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/riot.html' title='Riot.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://img.youtube.com/vi/6Gex_ya4-Oo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-4674550255232314242</id><published>2011-08-06T01:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:45:17.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I know alright.</title><content type='html'>You're waiting for something, but it's never going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's not great; however it's not bad either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, it instantly reminds me of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8lB9RIgR-0M?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realise that probably complain too much. Sigh, I am so horrible. Why do I even complain, it's not like I have it tough or anything. In fact, I guess I could say I have&lt;i&gt; everything&lt;/i&gt;. Why am I so selfish, when there are people in this world that have &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; compared to me. Thinking about it in that way makes me kinda depressed. I guess I just hate it when the whole world is crumbling around you and there is little you can do about it. Uselessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I talk about this too often, but this is genuinely how I feel most of the time. You probably realise I stare into space sometimes... I reckon you can figure out why now. I think about it way too much. That's what I get for being the &lt;i&gt;"logical"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;analytical&lt;/i&gt; type of guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have it better, some people have it worse off. In the end, I'll be in the middle, feeling guilt and jealously simultaneously. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much brighter note, I got part 2 of my birthday present from Brenda, Fred, Danny T and some others (I'm sorry, I have no idea who):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAIK50bTrO4/TjwOmVehpuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j1M4RF0m450/s1600/ngguyround_feat.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SAIK50bTrO4/TjwOmVehpuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j1M4RF0m450/s320/ngguyround_feat.png" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wooo Nice Guy shirt! x] It looks freaking awesomez, can't wait to wear it sometime. I believe Brenda's gift wrapping skills is now level 5, especially after wrapping both my presents xD. I swear there were atleast 50 layers alltogther (of newspaper) - ridiculoussss haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YUC835ama5c/TjwPjdq2CGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Zj18d18tagQ/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YUC835ama5c/TjwPjdq2CGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Zj18d18tagQ/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Harry Potter! well Brenda's "alteration" of some dude on the newspaper. See the scar? Yep defs Harry. There was also another one of Julia Gillard, but I think my mom chucked out the paper :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4674550255232314242?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4674550255232314242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-i-know-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4674550255232314242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4674550255232314242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-i-know-alright.html' title='Oh, I know alright.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://img.youtube.com/vi/8lB9RIgR-0M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-8890475889974452265</id><published>2011-07-31T06:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:20:22.141+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few song's I've been listening to these past few weeks/days. Don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may or may not be a substitute for no ideas for my next blog post. I'll try to convince you the latter, but think whatever you want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listened to this yesterday. I love it - For some reason, it reminds me of Danny SUPERSTAR Tieu singing... weird. It must be his Superman cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qiQNO7jENTA?hd=1" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Yellowcard. Good times :) I actually realised there was a music video for this song just before. The only thing I don't like about the video is that it kinda ruins my interpretation of the song. They make it like some sort of comedy... Oh well everyone has their opinions. Brunette &amp;gt; Blonde hahaha she's cute x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9qndx2CNGeo?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing about the origins of this song, I guess I couldn't NOT like it. I kinda makes me said that things happened that way. It's horrible that people could just take away your life in a blink of an eye - just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bEUwX---YWE?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the chorus. They used to play this quite alot in the GSL. I can understand why; the chorus really gets you pumped. Apparently these guys are Sweedish or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qnMXoyUqzkw?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most depressing out of the bunch. I guess the tempo of the song makes me 'like' it. I guess at some point in time, this song can kinda relate to everyone. That is probably why I like it. Didn't post the one with the video because it might be disturbing for some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_vPdJoBMz6U?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess five is enough. You don't have to listen to any of them, actually. I guess you could just read the brief&lt;i&gt; descriptions&lt;/i&gt; above each video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Vincent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-8890475889974452265?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8890475889974452265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/8890475889974452265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/8890475889974452265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://img.youtube.com/vi/qiQNO7jENTA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-5648746206727681787</id><published>2011-07-28T23:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:49:29.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This was actually for yesterday, except I never got around to finishing it... I think I fell asleep in between a 'break'. haha oh well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it was much worse than school (Then again, what's worse than a double period of english? haha). Yes, the dreaded UMAT. The UMAT is pretty much a make-or-break entrance into medicine (well, for me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early. It was dark. It was cold. Yet for thousands of us around the country, today was a big day. Struggling to get up at 6am to turn off the alarm, I eventually got up and stumbled to the toilet to my err... business. I then took a nice warm shower. I love taking showers in the morning. They serve two purposes - to feel fresh as well as waking myself up when I'm all dreary and tired from having 6 hours of sleep everyday for the past 200 or so days. Yep, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked downstairs, wearing my year 12 jacket. Yeah, it was pretty cold, but with the jacket it was actually quite nice. I had the usual milo and weetbix. However, today I had much more time to eat breakfast than usual. I hate being rushed, especially when eating. It makes me sick sometimes. Anyway, I slowly went through around 8 weetbix (Possibly more, I wasn't really counting) and then finished up my milo. I hate the fact that weetbix makes you feel really hungry - as if it wasn't very filling or whatnot. I then went back up and had a last minute check of my stuff that I was going to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pencils? Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rubbers? Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water? Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ID? Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admission Ticket? Check. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was around 6:45. My dad said we were leaving at 7:45, because he thought that it would only take approximately half an hour to get there (oh he was SO wrong haha) so then I decided the read yesterday's paper. Indeed, I forgot to read it as I went to be so early. That's right, 8:30pm - A new record. Sleeping for 10 hours is the best feeling - I wish I could have it this way everyday, however VCE just loves ruining my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was a rather quiet trip. I didn't talk to my dad much, just the usual conversations. "Oh, how's school/friends/life" and some other news discussion I guess. The entrance into the freeway was horrible, and at that moment I knew we wouldn't make it at 8am. However once we were on it, it was all smooth sailing to Caufield. Eventually, we made it. It was right on 8am - perfect timing. I stepped out of the car, wit my bottle, stationary and wallet all in my right hand. As I walked in to gate 23, I had to come to the realisation on the magnitude of this UMAT. IT WAS FREAKING CRAZY. People were EVERYWHERE! the crowd could be compared to the career's expo that was held there sometime ago. I saw a few friendly faces, and said hi as I walked down the line towards the end. I realised that this would stretch out forever, and decided I'd &lt;i&gt;cut&lt;/i&gt; in line with the next familiar face I saw. Not long after I saw a GWSC year 12 jacket - It was Henry and Andy! A long with Shiv and Nadine xD. I promptly joined them and said hello. I have no idea how long we waited, so I'm not going to talk about it. But imagine this. Standing out in the cold, your hand is freezing, and you have no idea how much longer you have to wait. I was literally shivering. So bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in and processed, one of the supervisors asked me whether "half [my] school was here" to which I said "probably haha". Yep, so apparently GWSC was out in full force today. I bet it was because of the yr 12 jackets we received just the day before. Actually, I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; it was. hahahaha. At that moment, I have no idea why, but I felt kinda proud to be wearing the jacket. I guess because a lot of us were at the UMAT. As someone put it "it looked like [GWSC] was on excursion". Haha :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was directed to my seat, which I sat there for around 1.5 hours. I looked around - I was awkward when you were staring in a direction and someone looked at you back. Really awkward. Eventually after a period of time I saw Yash and Paul. I got up and we went around looking for other glenny kids. On the way to the toilet we had spotted Winnie, Tarun, Faisal, Rasik, Syahmi, Jonathan and Alex. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am was around the time when we started the UMAT. I don't really want to talk about it; everything went by in a blur. Before I knew it, it was all over and everyone was getting up and going home. I met up with all the GWSC kids afterwards, and had a quick chat about the UMAT. Someone's mother asked me whether we had finished, to which I responded 'yes' in horrible chinese. She then asked me if I had seen Michael Chen (I didn't know she was his mom beforehand, awks) and I directed her to him. She asked me whether it was hard, as she had heard other people say so. I only said "wo bu zi dao" or whatever pin yin it's meant to be. I honestly didn't know though, it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train home with other guys from glenny, went back to school for it a bit. Saw Eu Kin and Karol and Brenda. We talked for a bit and then I walked home with Karol. She was talking about some interesting economics stuff about inflation rates and our currency rate and things like that. It was quite and interesting conversation really - maybe I should have taken up economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home; door was locked. Did not bring keys. Decided to go to get some Mc Donalds, as it was only on the corner of my street (yay for fatass-ness). I might add this was around 3:15, and I hadn't eaten since 6:45ish. Yep, I was &lt;b&gt;starving&lt;/b&gt;. Saw my sister on the way there and dumped all my stationery stuff in her bag as she was walking home. Got a Large Double Mc Chicken meal and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much for the rest of the day; I don't really remember. The whole day went by pretty fast. I guess that sums up my year, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise in advance for horrible grammar and structure - I only cannot be stuffed fixing it up. I'm quite tired, and I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Vincezor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-5648746206727681787?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5648746206727681787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5648746206727681787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5648746206727681787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-tired.html' title='So Tired.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-6948337451212287798</id><published>2011-07-23T01:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:41:16.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One One Five.</title><content type='html'>Man, I honestly can't believe there are less than 4 months left until it is all over. For some of us, it will mean independence and new jobs and careers for the future. For others, we have completed step 2 in our 3 part process; not much longer to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me bring up such a topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it yesterday marked the end of the first week back of term 3 - essentially the last full term in our entire secondary school life. It feels kinda scary, but kinda relieving at the same time. After all of this, we'll be looking back and laughing at how much work we did as well as the stressful times we had throughout the year. Don't get me wrong; term three is probably the&lt;b&gt; most stressful&lt;/b&gt; of all the terms. But don't worry, look past all the stacks of SACs (I'm so funny) coming up and somehow find some 'enjoyment' out of this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting close to the time when we have to submit our tertiary course selections and so forth. Last Wednesday there was some session held in S2 afterschool about getting health science courses, especially medicine. I have no idea why I went, it was such a waste of time for me. I think I was only intending to go there for the dentistry information, however she never got around to talking about it. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am considering studying dentistry, however I'm not sure if I'm 100% committed. You still need a good UMAT score as well as ATAR (albeit not as high as medicine in most cases) however the scores seem out of reach at this point of time. Furthermore, it would mean that I would have to leave Melbourne to study interstate - leaving my family, my friends, as well as the place I've called home for all these years. Just thinking about it fills me with doubt; do I really want to do this? Is is worth it? I'm starting to think that I'd rather value friends over this whole &lt;i&gt;dentistry&lt;/i&gt; career aspirations. It seems scary, to know that if I did get accepted, I'd be living 'independently'. Sure, it would probably be on campus at whatever Adelaide/Queensland university, but I'd be alone. Sometimes it's okay being alone, but for years? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually sparks a new thought to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After year 12 is all over, who would you keep in touch with? It is almost inevitable to some of your friends may not be as close anymore - whether that be going to a different university of heading overstate/overseas. It's a scary thought. I guess this is why it is important to try to cherish the time you have with them now, amongst all the piles of homework you have to do every night. It seems really hard at the moment personally, as everyone seems to be consumed by their own things, and it is very hard to find a time where we can be together. Even in the holidays, events are difficult to plan, as everyone is engrossed in their own things. To make matters worse, the next holidays coming up will be a NO GOING OUT holidays. Yep, everyone will be either at home or at the library, studying their asses off for their upcoming exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some other things to say, but I forgot. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess you can have this instead. Japan looks freaking amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o_m07PmJmdA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, lonely, is this what we've become?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-6948337451212287798?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6948337451212287798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-one-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6948337451212287798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6948337451212287798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-one-five.html' title='One One Five.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://img.youtube.com/vi/o_m07PmJmdA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-4180215514745687501</id><published>2011-07-15T02:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T02:00:40.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Other post saved for another day.</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I have not quite finished the last post. I'm really tired .. yeah. I'm sorry the excuse isn't good enough, but here's something anyway: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4QFvQi6CheI?hd=1" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song (please do not think of &lt;i&gt;pedobear&lt;/i&gt;, I take it kinda personally when people say that) because I feel that it has a strong relation with how a lot of people feel growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4180215514745687501?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4180215514745687501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-post-saved-for-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4180215514745687501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4180215514745687501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/other-post-saved-for-another-day.html' title='Other post saved for another day.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://img.youtube.com/vi/4QFvQi6CheI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-2050389562670794292</id><published>2011-07-14T04:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:56:00.391+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This has been a draft for a while. A long while. Sorry it's probably incomplete. Just one of those feelings I get once in a while; I think I'll be okay, hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays. Yes, I haven't posted anything in a while. Busy with stuff. A lot of stuff. I'm quite tired; it is ticking past 1am and I should really be asleep. Plans for tomorrow? I'm probably going to go to the library to finish off all my holiday homework and stuff. Why the library you say? Not any particular reason, I am just experimenting with studying locations and then reviewing the 'effectiveness' of each location. Better now than the term 3 holidays, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, it feels like reflection is so much easier during the day time. All the things I feel like talking about often come up when I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep. I think of such wonderful (and also sad) things to write about. It is a shame that in the morning, all memories of such ideas have disappeared, and I just lie there wondering what I was even thinking about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fucking hilarious to compare and contrast the differences of being with people I know and being by myself. Masks. That's what is is. I guess this relates to being a 'spy' in Team Fortress 2. Pretending to be someone you're not. Yep, that's me. Yes, I am so fake; I can't do anything about it. Am I depressed? Not really anymore. Sad? Maybe slightly. I'm not really sure why though, I guess it's just internal conflict. I've actually had someone tell me to "get over it, it's nothing" once. Not like they'd know. When they have everything that you've always wanted, of course it kinda pisses me off that they have to act like that. Be damn grateful with what you have. "you mad?" is also another common response. Although it is obviously a joke, it really does get me sometimes. It's funny how I just laugh it off and try throw a comeback or whatnot. Bloody hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting close to day 400. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. Yes, we haven't 'talked' in so long; but that's okay with you, right? Actually, I wouldn't know. I wouldn't dare ask. Because then we'd be talking again, and that is what you are reluctant at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you're happy, then I'm happy."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh how I remember hearing this so often. I'll admit, I only said it because of you. Consequently, I can't say such a thing anymore. No matter who. I used to believe everything you said. &lt;strike&gt;I feel like an idiot.&lt;/strike&gt; No, I am an idiot. For not realising any of this bullshit, for being so sucked in. Good job, you win. If anything, I hope you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe I am just lying to myself; being delusion. Do you deserve any of this? Yeah, this is what I get.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to tell me that everything I said was wrong. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-2050389562670794292?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2050389562670794292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/2050389562670794292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/2050389562670794292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-god.html' title='Oh god.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-1196460221452184376</id><published>2011-07-11T05:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T05:37:01.132+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You may be wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovkCfgPEguY/Thh5pOVBs_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fvjSmJIa3ck/s1600/grave-fireflies-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovkCfgPEguY/Thh5pOVBs_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fvjSmJIa3ck/s640/grave-fireflies-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Why does this happen to me, and no one else?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;b&gt;Murphy's Law&lt;/b&gt; states,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have the worst possible luck, and no doubt her life must suck. I don't know whats worse, knowing so or knowing that anything I could possibly do is of no use. At this point, you must be rather surprised I am saying such a thing. After the last few entries, I guess you have a right to think in such a way. Maybe I'm delusional; I'm pretty sure everyone gave up on me a long time ago. That's okay, I understand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, someone was talking to me about how everyone has &lt;i&gt;"coupled up"&lt;/i&gt;. Whilst questioning the meaning, I soon realised it was relating to relationships, or something of that sort. It kinda begs me to wonder - what do they really mean? Sure, it can be great sometimes, but most of the time it's not. Maybe you're lucky, and you can have everything you've ever wanted; but that's rarely the case. There is a lot of sacrifice involved, and in the end, it's probably not worth it. I'm not going to be &lt;i&gt;absolute&lt;/i&gt; in this case, because of course, &lt;u&gt;in the end, everything will be worth it.&lt;/u&gt; Or so &lt;b&gt;I'd&lt;/b&gt; like to believe anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they sent me this: [It's for the music video &lt;b&gt;Won't Even Start - David Choi&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xy8jdBSwAto?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xy8jdBSwAto?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"For those that didn't get it totally, here's the full  concept behind the video.&lt;br /&gt;David and Lana are both sitting in this white room.  We also show them going on with the rest of their lives (hanging out w/ friends,  shopping, meeting new people) but they are still always in this room together.  The idea is that, no matter where we go and how we move on in life, we're still  always somehow connected to that special someone we were with, in a frozen place  and time. In this video, that place is the white room; and here in this place,  David explains (sings) to Lana that if he were to see her again, he wouldn't try  to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the video, we see them switch  positions as well (David was on the right, at the end he's on the left). We also  show each of them revisiting each other's locations. (Lana went to the bball  court, David went to the salon, etc). This could imply that maybe they did try  to find each other again, but missed. Now in this suspended white room, he gives  up, and she watches him go."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I've seen this like a million times, but I never took the  time to read the description and the meaning of it. After reading it, I  realised that I had such a shallow understanding of what the video  intended to portray.&amp;nbsp; Then again, maybe all of this is just getting to me. I admit I am not immune to such "phenomena" and people think that I cope damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"at least you have someone to lean on"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Actually, no. What makes you think I do? It's not like it appears to be; a misinterpretation. A facade. I don't think I can complain - people have it &lt;a href="http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-you-dont.html"&gt;far worse&lt;/a&gt;. So yes, be happy. I'm trying, so there's no reason you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point do you say &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;? For me, probably when it's probably too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-1196460221452184376?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1196460221452184376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-may-be-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/1196460221452184376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/1196460221452184376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-may-be-wondering.html' title='You may be wondering.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovkCfgPEguY/Thh5pOVBs_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fvjSmJIa3ck/s72-c/grave-fireflies-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-7740046374094168289</id><published>2011-07-06T02:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T02:00:02.375+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I still up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0-57wrrwcc/ThMrzpSNx1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vstyJxNmXpw/s1600/Emarosa-Emarosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0-57wrrwcc/ThMrzpSNx1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vstyJxNmXpw/s400/Emarosa-Emarosa.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really like this album cover. It is Emarosa's Self-titled album. There is something with the colours, the sky, the "flames" (What I perceive them to be), the 'door', the fox. I just love orange and blue, I don't know why. Even though the colours are complimentary, I them because of that. I guess if applied to this world, it could parallel the possibility of people with completely different interests getting along with each other. I wouldn't mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, lately I've been getting really into the song &lt;u&gt;Heads or Tails, Real or Not&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Emarosa&lt;/b&gt;. There are many elements about it I can't really explain, but I guess its mainly because a lot of the components are paralleled with my life (and many others I presume).&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Anyway, whilst looking up the lyrics, I found someone's interpretation of this song and I somewhat agree with what they had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is the lightly edited version to accompany my insights:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's about when the one  you love leaves you. You are weak without them, and you  can't live without them. You think that all of what they did with you is irreplaceable to you, and that all these wounds, cuts and hurt they gave  you will stay with you. However, these wounds you have will eventually heal; eventually you willforget about all that pain. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And then when you try to forget about  the other person, you see the 'scar', and remember all the silly old memories of  how you got it. However, you feel yourself heading away from  these things. &lt;b&gt;You feel in control, but still  you feel as if the whole world's fake&lt;/b&gt;. You're leaving but it doesn't  feel like it. You stop trying to show yourself to that other person,  now your life is yours. Because when you were with them your whole  point was to show them who you really are. Now it is time to find your  own way, forget about the past - just cut everything out from the past as if  it was never there.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Instead of heading  to the darkness, crying, you head to light, seeking relief, answers, and  faith. You now have better things to do. But now you feel like nothing, and its painful, you  have to find yourself again. The thought of that person everyday  never bored you, it has always been interesting, but now you have to  find something greater to live for, the path you've been in has reached  an end. From where you are you take a turn and step higher into the  ladder of achievements and life. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I realise that some of the hardest things in life revolve around when to give up. When to accept that it's over and there is no point carrying on. When it is time to move on in life, and stop trying to live in the past. Although life may have been so much better, there is no point dwelling in those times and you're only hurting yourself more and more. However sometimes its worth going that extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And maybe that's what has kept me going these past 375 days or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-7740046374094168289?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7740046374094168289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-am-i-still-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/7740046374094168289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/7740046374094168289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-am-i-still-up.html' title='Why am I still up?'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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/-P0-57wrrwcc/ThMrzpSNx1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/vstyJxNmXpw/s72-c/Emarosa-Emarosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-4907222775114829497</id><published>2011-06-20T01:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T02:18:33.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrtyjXeSqkU/ThSKv0LcloI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gB4OdBmadDo/s1600/IMG_0029.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="616" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrtyjXeSqkU/ThSKv0LcloI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gB4OdBmadDo/s640/IMG_0029.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4907222775114829497?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4907222775114829497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-chapter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4907222775114829497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4907222775114829497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-chapter.html' title='End of Chapter.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrtyjXeSqkU/ThSKv0LcloI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gB4OdBmadDo/s72-c/IMG_0029.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-9064017164519212552</id><published>2011-05-29T01:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:24:54.272+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty horrible week. Don't exactly remember specifically what happened, and I cannot say whether it was school-related or not, because frankly, nothing much went on at school the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be very stressful. I've known it for ages, yet I still feel unprepared. I have four SACs. On top of that, exam revision for physics and chemistry. I have no idea how I'm going to get this all done, but SOMEHOW, some way, I will. To be honest, I don't know what stress feels like anymore. Maybe I just say 'stress' too casually. Maybe I've been stressed the whole of this year. Actually nah, I don't know. Who cares anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it is a sunday morning. I should probably sleep now seeing as I'm not doing anything except facebook and msn. I should probably deactivate facebook, but I feel like I'm giving up too much. Although I don't solely blame VCE for giving up things, it does play a role in my decisions. I've been reduced to only watching TV in the morning. Yes, during breakfast. Sunrise at 7am. In a few days time, it will be six months since I gave up Starcraft 2. It doesn't hurt as much as the first few weeks, but nonetheless hard to forget. I know, I'm a sad "nerd" or whatever you want to call me. That's fine by me. Looking at the calendar, I realise that I've already passed the halfway mark for VCE. Only 5 and a bit months left. Not much longer till this is all over. With facebook and MSN, I constantly wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any actual point on going on Facebook? It's not like I get anything done whilst having it. No gain. Nothing but a time-waster. And MSN? well, I really don't know what to say. I don't go on it much anymore, only on friday/saturday/sunday evenings. What's the point? I don't talk to many people anyway. I realise that people only talk to me if they want something from me. Sure, I'm happy to help, but sometimes I feel so damn used. Like it's the story of my life. I'll always be the guy &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; turn to for whatever help. Nothing else. Afterwards, you'll forget me and leave. It is only when you need me again that you'll suddenly &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; who I am. Yep, sounds great. What ever happened to have proper conversations, where whatever we talked about didn't matter. That is all I ever wanted, and yet it isn't possible anymore. "Oh well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am heading with this blog, I don't think it makes much sense to be honest. It is pretty late and I don't know why I'm still up. I have to go to tuition at 9 in the morning, so I should probably wrap this up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my birthday soon. Next Saturday. My 18th. A good thing I guess is that I don't have tuition on the day. Thank god. However, I am going to a physics revision lecture at our school at 8:15. Yep, no sleeping in on my birthday. Just great. I wonder if you'll remember that it's my birthday without logging onto Facebook. Not saying it means much to you, but I hope so. Not expecting anything, anyway. Because expectations ultimately lead to disappointment. I don't want to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one final note. I have decided to go with 'VINCEZOR' for my year 12 jacket. I hope it turns out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-9064017164519212552?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9064017164519212552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/9064017164519212552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/9064017164519212552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-6048070001427497643</id><published>2011-05-21T01:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:24:48.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Two Nine.</title><content type='html'>What do they signify? Nothing much... anymore. Just like many things in this world, it means something to someone, but nothing to everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, nothing feels real anymore. I keep wondering why I even bother, why I even strive to put effort into everything. Lately, many of asked "how do you find the motivation to &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;?" It's sad that I have to resort to lying. Seriously, I don't really have any motivation for anything anymore. Maybe once upon a time I did; a time when everything used to be great. &lt;b&gt;USED&lt;/b&gt; to. I had to emphases the past tense, because that is exactly what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised why I talk about school so much. It's because I'm boring. I KNOW people think I'm boring. That's why nobody talks to me anymore. What else is there to talk about? &lt;i&gt;How's Life?&lt;/i&gt; No. I honestly feel as if school is '&lt;b&gt;saving&lt;/b&gt;' me from the horrors of society and also myself. Maybe to you, it means surviving 6 hours of &lt;i&gt;torture&lt;/i&gt; and what not, but to me, it is a sort of break from the depressing life that I live. At least I have people to 'talk' to and be able to laugh and smile. I realised things get dangerous when I'm alone. Walking home and in between classes, I'm often by myself. This leads to thinking. Something I'm good at. Thinking? you may wonder. What could that possibly mean? Do you ever feel like nothing is working, and you want to figure out why? I'm not talking about school, I'm talking about life. In addition, being 'occupied' stops me from thinking too much. Maybe that's one of the reasons I'm typing all this out right now. &lt;strike&gt;Maybe I'm thinking.&lt;/strike&gt; Of course I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall watching the last episode for How I Met Your Mother season 6 a few days ago and hearing something that just... I can't describe how I exactly felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The future is scary, but you can't just run back to the past because it's familiar. Yes, it's tempting ... but it's a mistake.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, am I still dwelling in the past. Things that happened years ago; some still haunt me as if it were yesterday. Maybe it's time to move on, start again. Erase all the pain and heartbreak along the way, living life without burden. Cutting my losses, walking away. Maybe that's a good idea. Like everything in this world, there will be collateral damage. What happens when I finally feel in control? Will I still think that this world is fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams aren't getting any better. It feels like they are getting closer to reality. For months now, I've been weighing the &lt;i&gt;options&lt;/i&gt; out. There never seems to be a straight-cut answer. Both choices involve sacrifices, neither of which I feel as if I am prepared to take... yet. The first is to give everything up except for school; my ever crumbling relationships with people seem to make this a rather simple choice. The second is to continue living like the way it is, knowing that I'm going to be hurt every day, but maybe in the end everything might turn out just fine. People who 'know' me (I presume you know me, hopefully) may point out that I already have 'given up' everything but school, but trust me, you are incorrect. Being alone feels different. It feels... almost alright. When you don't rely on people, you start to develop a sense of independence. One hundred and seventy eight days left. Maybe I'll have to wait that long and by then it'll be too late.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just waiting, waiting for more choices or a compromise. I suspect it will never come, and eventually will have to choose on my own. The problem is that there will never be a good time to decide. Never, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That path I'm travelling is reaching an end. Now it is time to find my own way; forget about the past. Maybe in the end, god will show me the way. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for a fucking shit blog entry. I've been typing this for ages so I may as well just post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-6048070001427497643?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6048070001427497643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/three-two-nine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6048070001427497643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6048070001427497643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/three-two-nine.html' title='Three Two Nine.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-5850282305119783237</id><published>2011-05-16T17:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:09:39.698+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fml.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting anything for over a week. Not like anybody reads my sad and boring school life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through a tough period right now, so I don't know when I can get back to typing something some-what lengthy. Tired everyday and getting 6 hours of sleep per day is not helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, I'll see how things go and maybe by the end of the week I'll have something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-5850282305119783237?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5850282305119783237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5850282305119783237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/5850282305119783237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/fml.html' title='Fml.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-4178682377155367704</id><published>2011-05-08T01:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:53:49.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Today.</title><content type='html'>So, the first full week of school. That's all I'm going to say. Five weeks left; not going to explicate any further. Sick of this? No, not really. The finish line for this marathon spanning over many years is almost in sight. Four laps of the six lap course completed, with the bell signalling the last lap in the distance. And no, I'm not sprinting to the finish line of course, just hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. Too much talk about school I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shit week... but there's not much to say that isn't school-related. Seems to be the thing that consumes my life. In a sense, I guess it does. I don't really do much except for eat, sleep, school, school work/studying. But hey, everyone has to go through it right? So no complaining here. So that brings up another topic: Do I have a right to complain about things? No, not in my eyes anyway. Does complaining ever achieve anything? I don't want to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue to mystify and make me wonder. What does they mean...? Apparently they reflect what has occurred lately. Upon reading some stuff, I realised that many people believe that dreams give as a picture of who we are and how we feel/think. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"whenever things don’t seem to be working out well for you in one area of  your life, your dreams will often show this in the form of a story where  things don’t work out well for you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;In particular, I found the above section rather interesting. Although it could essentially be a load of crap, it really does spark some thought. If it is true, then why do all my dreams "make no sense" and just seem like a some bizarre joke that will never come true? You may be wondering what kind of dreams they are. I can't tell you; I don't know myself. Unfortunately, all my dreams are pretty much nightmares, but maybe not scary to the fact that I'm shocked and startled ... I guess in a way "I saw it coming" if that makes any sense (Probably not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, why? Is it because I literally do the same thing day in, day out? Hence the repetitiveness and recurrence of the dreams? Obviously I don't want to delve into what particular things occur - I guess I'll save that for another day. The question now is: Is the even a point to try and avoid what is going to happen, assuming the dreams may come true? Some things seem so realistic, that I'm forgetting what is real and what isn't. Sometimes, it feels more real than reality itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But in the end, as always, we'll see. No specific date or time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Vincent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4178682377155367704?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4178682377155367704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-title-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4178682377155367704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4178682377155367704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-title-today.html' title='No Title Today.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941042471858637576.post-6405452632137260596</id><published>2011-04-30T02:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T02:33:52.931+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh. It's that time of the week again.</title><content type='html'>Friday. Gosh the weeks go by so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in a month and 15 days! Ahhhhh so scared :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you may have realised, I returned from term break to school on Wednesday. 3 days of school over already, it was pretty fast. Can't say it was great, however I can't say it was bad either.. it feels ... neutral. Don't think I've been doing enough work for each subject... I have no idea If I'm working "too hard" (I reckon theres no such thing though!) or not... Will we ever know? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fast approach the end of the first leg, and everything's been thrown into the mix along the way. SACs are approaching thick and fast, and really it's going to be way more stressful compared to term one. However after the exams, everything should be in a clear - momentarily. Physics and Chemistry feel overwhelming... there's so much to know in such little time, I honestly have no idea how you are able to fit in the minimum 15 practice exams before the real exam if you followed the school :S. As for physics, it's really a joke of a subject I'll admit. It's pretty much useless after VCE, and I feel that it just consists of knowing what formula to use, and subbing in given values. What use is this? Sure, it can sometimes get &lt;b&gt;somewhat&lt;/b&gt; interesting, but overall, it's very bland ... nothing much more to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't want to hear me talk about all this &lt;i&gt;bs&lt;/i&gt; so I guess I'll move onto something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yes. Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly I don't know what else there is to talk about. My life's pretty damn boring, what more do you actually want to know? You may have realised some other things in one of my previous posts whilst I wasn't in the greatest mood, but if not... then look I guess reread them all. I'm sorry if I have to put you through the pain of my cringe-worthy spelling/grammar/lack of vocabulary, but if you really want to know, then you'd probably do it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What don't I like you ask? A lot of things. As above, I think I talked about the most important one, but I guess there are a few others here and there, I just can't remember. First of all, I really hate pretentious people. You can argue that it is possibly a good thing (especially in VCE, I guess) but that isn't going to change any decisions here. First of all, what I don't see how you don't find it embarrassing when&amp;nbsp; you all say all this &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt; and then proceed to get a very substandard score. Like really, who are you trying to impress? It's not a personal matter; a lot of people do it. I guess I do it as a joke sometimes as well, but it is blatantly obvious that I am, and we all have a good laugh. Secondly: excuses, excuses, excuses. What is the point of making excuses? If you proceed to say such good things about yourself, you better be prepared to display those qualities. I just get &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; annoyed when people make excuse after excuse, it's better to 'fess up and tell the truth, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's another thing. Liars. Constantly lying also annoys me. I guess it annoys everyone. But seriously, why would you continue to do so? So this leads to the idea that everyone lies. It's true; everyone does, but some people more than others. But what's the point in lying? Does it get you anywhere? I fail to understand the reasons why some people say such things to other people, when it is blatantly obvious that they don't mean it. I honestly &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; it when people say things to me that I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; they don't mean. Like I said, don't say it if you don't mean it, and I know you don't so don't bother. I'm a pretty reasonable guy, I don't get hurt that easily... so why do people still continue to lie to me? Maybe, I'm just in a slightly cynical mood at the moment, but I sometimes wonder whether there was ever a point in time where people told me the truth to my face. Hiding things ain't going to solve the problem - true story, saved for another time though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, someone please tell me what the meaning of "&lt;u&gt;ily&lt;/u&gt;" nowadays, because seriously, it &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; annoys me when people go around saying "ilyz" "ily" to people. Is there even any meaning behind it anymore? What ever happened to the days where people could actually say "I love you" or do they just not mean it anymore? I don't even.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have realised a tonal shift somewhere in between, well that's because I wrote this over the span of almost 2 hours, so yes, moods change quickly, feelings change and whatever. Bad bad bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, enough &lt;strike&gt;hating&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;discussion&lt;/i&gt; for today, probably time to sleep... If I ever think of anything else I'll probably post again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nts: Nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-6405452632137260596?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6405452632137260596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/sigh-its-that-time-of-week-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6405452632137260596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6405452632137260596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/sigh-its-that-time-of-week-again.html' title='Sigh. It&apos;s that time of the week again.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-294747448849487988</id><published>2011-04-27T23:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:37:17.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is a school day. Yes, I am kinda tired. But hey, who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... today was the first day back for term two, and the beginning of another hectic term of work. There is a lot to do, and not much time to do it. Will I manage? We'll have to see. It's sad that I keep saying that, but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly did I do today? nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm went off at 6:30, stayed in bed for a good fifteen minutes (oh so cozy :3) before I decided to get up. Sis didn't have period 1, so I was the only one up :(. Took a nice warm-ish shower and changed into uniform. Ate weetbix for breakfast as usual - I realised my mom bought another 1.3kg box! :S I swear she said she would stop after the last box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to school, carrying ~10kg of books (Yes I weighed them cuz I'm a sad kid) and put everything in my locker. Had Physics to start (YAY MR NGUYEN :D) and then double English D: Didn't turn out so bad I guess, wasn't sleepy at all. Recess followed, whereby I (as usual) stood in a circle people and did stuff. Yeah, very bland. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, started chapter 10 in chem (whilst trying not to fall asleep) which was about reaction pathways. Seemed interesting I guess - anything after ch 10 was... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing in methods... we had a "surprise" test on circular functions but that ended up being quite easy. Got our test marks back from some test we did last term... got 13/14 (Sigh not again) which was.. just &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; disappointing. Story of my life haha... I can't remember the last time I got 100% in something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, met mom and went to medicare for some refund thing... blah blah so boring. Saw sis on the way to meeting mom with her friend (Lulz) so Awks though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had McDonald's for lunch.. a large Chicken Mac meal. Was pretty good and only $8.85! mmmm I'm such a fatass haha. For those of you who don't know a Chicken Mac is a Big Mac minus the meat patties, add the chicken patties. Indeed it costs $1.40 more, but it is sooo worth it :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went home, did nothing for a bit, and then napped for 45 minutes. Got up, commenced my homework. I don't think I need to detail what I do, because you probably already stopped reading this and now on facebook instead. But I guess if you're still here, then good on you! I am happy :D. No real way of knowing, but that doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-294747448849487988?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/294747448849487988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/294747448849487988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/294747448849487988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-4965967138379779316</id><published>2011-04-25T03:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T03:27:26.029+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>So, today is the second last day of the school holidays. What's ahead? more work. more SACs. Mid year exams. GAT. UMAT. Formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. we're hitting the business end of unit 3, and I'm wondering if I'm prepared. Maybe, maybe not. There are still a lot of things I do not yet understand, and with the ever so short time frame between now and the exams, I honestly have no idea if I'm ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this post was meant to be about the holidays. What have I done? not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have gone out of the house far too often... I don't like it D: Oh well, what's gotta be done has gotta be done. So, I think I posted stuff about last week&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-week-already.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I guess you don't have to read if it you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another 4 hour session of chemistry where we pretty much wrapped up the course except a bit on chapter 14... I guess everyone is sick of chem so I won't say much more. Had a double mc chicken for lunch (yes omg fatass) ... it was pretty good. Rasik suggested I try a &lt;b&gt;Big Mac &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;b&gt;chicken patties&lt;/b&gt; instead, I guess I'll try it out next time haha. Got home. "napped" - turned out I slept for a good 2 hours. Oh well, started at 5pm nice and fresh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to literally jump out of bed at 10am because my mom&lt;i&gt; apparently&lt;/i&gt; had a dentist appointment&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;10:30. Omigad I don't think I've ever pee'd, changed, eat breakfast and then brushed my teeth faster than I did on that Tuesday. When we got there, we found out the appointment was at 11:30 (Omg facepalm ==;) but it was okay because the person at that time didn't turn up, so my mom got to go instead. Yep, this is really uninteresting, but what can I do? Maybe I should fabricate some story that happened while at the dentist to make it seem much more interesting ... but nah I won't because it's 3am and I'm just.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, afterwards we went to Northland, since I've never ever been there before. Seriously, Northland. What? It turned out not to be that bad, and I guess it was okay for shopping. Didn't buy much, but I guess I got all my formal stuff haha. Yep, got a suit and shirt.. yay :D I don't know if I look good or not, maybe I'm just not the formal type of guy. However, my mom said I look good :3 so what can I say? hahahaha. Yes, I realise all moms would say that.. but sometimes my mom can be really blunt so I dunno :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, took a nap, and then commenced homework. No more detail needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the first &lt;b&gt;FULL&lt;/b&gt; studying day for me, as in, no going out at all. Wasn't too bad, but I didn't do as much as I hoped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full study day, day 2. Same as above. Boring. Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise despise saying "Friday" now... but I actually don't remember what I did... bad memoriez oh noezzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I'm going to fill up some space my typing some random stuff. Yes. Well as you may have realised, my name is Vincent. I have no idea if the name suits me, but hey it apparently means 'conqueror'... I guess I wouldn't mind that. Problem is, I don't think I am a leader type person... I guess I wouldn't mind... Whatever. So anyway, I was born in Australia. I lived used to live in Flemington? Some really ... horrible area haha. When I was like 4 though, I moved to a place called Rowville. I grew up around white kids and played footy like every day. Yep, brilliant life. Then at the end of grade 5 I moved to Glen Waverley - where I reside right now. So yes, that is my life in a paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe I'll write some more ... on the last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-4965967138379779316?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4965967138379779316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4965967138379779316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/4965967138379779316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-494604321643775375</id><published>2011-04-24T03:19:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T03:25:00.327+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No, you don't.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we take things for granted. I'll admit it - I do it way more than I'd like. Call me a hypocrite if you like, whatever makes you happy. It's funny, because we don't know how lucky we are until it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a society, I guess it's human nature to never be content with what we have. Don't get me wrong, self-improvement isn't a bad thing. In fact, It's good to know that people strive to be better than they presently are. Whatever, I'm just babbling on right now... What I'm meant to say is ... why can't we be happy with the material possessions we have already? "Why can't I have this?" "Why can't I have that?" Greedy, greedy greedy. You have no idea how lucky you are, and yet you think everyone somehow is in debt to you. Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a video clip the other day about "ship breakers" on the coast of Bangladesh. It's sad to see people are working 12 hours a day, being paid twenty-two cents AN HOUR. You thought working a Mc Donalds or wherever for five dollars an hour was bad, please think about them. You thought the working conditions and workload was bad, please think about them. It's not like they have a choice - they need any sort of income to support their family. Furthermore, there are lines of people, seeking work for similar jobs, which all the more demonstrates the horrific lifestyle they have to face. After seeing that story, I couldn't help but be so grateful that I have so much and yet I still ask for more. Yep, I guess I'm an idiot. And a hypocrite. It's things like this that brings me back down to earth I guess, away from the idea that I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to have certain things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh I just really despise certain people, I can't help it. All I can say is that you have &lt;b&gt;noooo&lt;/b&gt; idea how lucky you are - to have pretty much everything you want and still complain. That's just messed up and makes me a &lt;u&gt;bit&lt;/u&gt; mad. Just slightly, yes? Moreover, the way you value certain people (not me, but still) is just... I don't even know what to say. I'll admit I don't really enjoy his "company" either, but I guess appreciate that he tries - because in the end, it's the thought that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really, really disappointing. Oh well, what can I do? I'm just a guy yeah? (This is for you danny :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightio, I guess by now it's safe to admit that I'm not the "&lt;i&gt;nice guy&lt;/i&gt;" I probably said I was, yes? After thinking about, I guess ultimately I'm not really exactly the nicest guy in the world, &lt;u&gt;but hey I try&lt;/u&gt;. I try my best to "help" everyone, but sometimes I guess it's not good enough. I'm sorry if I'm never good enough for you, and that you're hard to please. Sometimes its very overwhelming and also stressful, but hey, I don't complain. What's the use of complaining? I often contemplate certain things happening and think to myself, "Do I have a reason to be angry/sad/disappointed/mad?" The answer is always no, because honestly, I don't think I have an reasons; It's just they way I am. In comparison, I guess my lifes been pretty good - It could be &lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/b&gt; worse. Yet again, I am so grateful that I am blessed with&amp;nbsp; such nice and caring friends with family sometimes I feel guilty that they don't realise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Man. hating. too much. not good. so late. should sleep. but can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that I owe a few people some blog posts about them, but don't fret, I'm getting there! I just need to find more &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stuff to talk about (Oh no it's not you, it's me... no cliche intended :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Good bye, hopefully not for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-494604321643775375?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/494604321643775375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/494604321643775375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/494604321643775375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-you-dont.html' title='No, you don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-6371893479447069666</id><published>2011-04-22T02:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:47:17.555+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/ZrnK-qPARYI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnK-qPARYI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnK-qPARYI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/qMGeWGvDHTA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMGeWGvDHTA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMGeWGvDHTA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/N5lJL2peXik/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5lJL2peXik&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5lJL2peXik&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched this earlier and it's really interesting to see the parallels between this and.. well.. me I guess. Maybe I'm not THAT nice (of course there will be people who agree/disagree) but hey, sometimes it just makes you wonder - is all this really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds all kinda extreme, and I guess the part at the end never happens in real life (unfortunately). In addition, I don't think I'm even up this stage in my life yet! (and oh god I'm almost 18 &amp;gt;&amp;lt;) However, do I want to the rest of my life just being 'the nice guy' - is that all I'll ever be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, I guess all I have left to do is to figure our &lt;b&gt;what&lt;/b&gt; to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edits coming sometime tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vincent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-6371893479447069666?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6371893479447069666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6371893479447069666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/6371893479447069666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-94229580873447940</id><published>2011-04-17T12:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:52:10.502+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Sigh. woke up today pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird dream that I can't make sense of, but at the same time it seemed somewhat realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside feels weird... something's wrong and I can't figure it out :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have to go to tuition soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-94229580873447940?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/94229580873447940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/94229580873447940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/94229580873447940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-3857657727796484689</id><published>2011-04-16T03:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T03:08:54.538+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a week. Already.</title><content type='html'>This week has gone by so fast - maybe too fast for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't got as much done as I had originally liked (homework wise) and I just feel like I've wasted too much time. This cannot continue next week. I must promise myself. Today, I realised that I have gone out every single day of the holidays ... this has gotta stop :( so baaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I exactly done everyday? Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren's birthday party of Darkzone. For those of you who don't know, it is laser tag, and not something else the name might suggest... haha. So anyway, we all got up nice and early to catch the 902 Airport West bus to Nunawading station at around 9am. It was cold. It was early. But somehow, we all happened to be on time, ready to catch the bus - except Eukin and Ray... though no surprise for Ray hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we eventually got to Box Hill which were Darkzone was located. We ended up playing 4 rounds of team laser tag there, I was on the green team (As Eukin said, the BEAST team) and we subsequently won every single round, albeit the first round was rather close. Did pretty well every game, I think my best finish was 3rd? in the last round... but oh well it was fun regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had a drink and took group photos, they even took one my troll pose LOL! I can't wait to see how that turns out :). Tired and sweaty, we stumbled out of Darkzone into the street. We seemed to wander around for a while, not exactly knowing what to do next. Then, we decided to eat lunch at some Hong Kong? cafe/restaurant. I can't remember exactly what I ordered, but it had the words "fried","chicken" and "shrimp" - tasted good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lunch was over, we split into two groups - one went gaming and the other for ... something else. Let's just say I wasn't part of the gaming group haha. Anyway, Bryan, Meg and I walked around Box Hill for ages, looking for "stuff" ... I think this was over two or three hours! wooow time goes by so fast. We eventually found what we were looking for, bought them and then took the train/bus back home. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather boring day, nothing much to say. I went to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned, and it felt really funny. When I went to rinse my mouth, all this blood just came out of my mouth - I could taste it as well ... ewwwww. But oh well, my teeth were cleaned and that was that. I then went home and took a nap, before the usual commencement of homework began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After only having 6 hours of sleep, lets just say I wasn't the most awake person ever. Nevertheless, I had four hours of chemistry tuition ahead of me, and it had to be done. We learnt all this stuff about Fats, Carbohydrates and Proteins... ughhh all this bio stuff :S Anyway, I learn quite a lot in this time! Monosaccharides! Sucrose! Fructose! hahaha. Anyway, we had Pizza for lunch, and it wasn't too bad. Though it was from Pizza Hut, so what can I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have like no recollection of what happened this day. I remember going out and coming home - walking in the rain. I'm pretty sure I got sick afterwards, and slept for a few hours. Woke up with a sore throat ... so bad...&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, whenever someone says "It's Friday" nowadays, I just feel a sense of dread. Curse you, Rebecca Black. She just so happened to ruin the best day of the week. Anyhow, today was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naomi's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;birthday! yaaaay :D We had a "modified" birthday party that was supposedly meant to be for kids under ten years old. hahaha. Nevertheless, it was very fun, and I got to see nay :). Surprisingly, the self-made pizzas were really good! Mmmmmmm. I wish I could make my own pizzas every day. Anyway, it was at La Porchetta (is that how you spell it?) and I think we were the only people there haha. But I guess that was good, as I think we were really loud and stuff :S Anyway, it was a pretty good day, but not in terms of homework productivity. Oh well, what can you do x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been typing for WAY too long, I should probably go to sleep soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you ever read this, I hope you like the present nay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-3857657727796484689?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3857657727796484689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-week-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3857657727796484689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/3857657727796484689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-week-already.html' title='The end of a week. Already.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-2958992682846700529</id><published>2011-04-12T12:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:33:10.024+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.</title><content type='html'>I think I got everything sorted. Will commence posting sometime tonight, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-2958992682846700529?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2958992682846700529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/2958992682846700529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/2958992682846700529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/well.html' title='Well.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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-5941042471858637576.post-8331824963543141233</id><published>2011-04-09T10:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:07:23.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need figure out some stuff, so I don't think anything "meaningful" will be posted for a couple of days but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone that still remembers the last time I was here, I apologise for what happened - I was not in a very good state or position to continue with blogging in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, hopefully I can stick around for longer this time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Looks look I found my old template by sheer luck (Yay!) I guess I'll have to make a new banner for it though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941042471858637576-8331824963543141233?l=vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8331824963543141233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/8331824963543141233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941042471858637576/posts/default/8331824963543141233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentspersonalblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Vincezor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334334658536606259</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>
