<?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-35379243</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:54:32.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Bass Blues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35379243.post-7065067478493164479</id><published>2009-10-15T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:02:44.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch what you say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's fucking official. I want my mum dead and fucking away out of my sight. How dare she say whatever she did and think she is fucking right. I swear the moment I'm old enough to move out and live by myself. I'm gonna wipe my hands clean and make sure I have nothing else to do with my parents. And I swear I will overturn her fucking coffin at her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't seen me work, she doesn't know I put in effort. Why? Just because I don't do things in front of her doesn't mean I dont do it. Where the fuck is she when I'm doing these things then? Talking as though she knows whatever the fuck she is talking about. Fucking piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you read this and hate me like the previous incident. This is because you are in the bleeding wrong, and I don't care if you are my parent or not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just talk about me as though I'm some kind of worthless piece of shit. You always say that I am not gonna follow through with the things I believe in. You always think that I cannot accomplish what I want to do. Fuck you and fuck this family. It's so fucking screwed up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7065067478493164479?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7065067478493164479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7065067478493164479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7065067478493164479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7065067478493164479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-what-you-say.html' title='Watch what you say.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8995255114535223344</id><published>2009-09-29T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:39:36.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mogwai</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yC_3alnTE9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/yC_3alnTE9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff has been happening recently. No, I'm not in a relationship and I don't think I will be for quite a while. It's just that things are looking up. So yeah, life is quite good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still broke. Wish something would help that part, but life isn't always so easy. Sometimes you get what you want and sometimes you don't. I'm not complaining, everyone always wishes for something more, no matter who you are, it's just human nature to always want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8995255114535223344?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8995255114535223344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8995255114535223344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8995255114535223344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8995255114535223344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/09/mogwai.html' title='Mogwai'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2835669558355479547</id><published>2009-08-31T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:10:37.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anberlin</title><content type='html'>Is this over before, before it ever began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAROAROAROAROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats if over. I'll just go through who I felt in my opinion were the top 5 acts for this year's Baybeats. Despite a lot of people saying that it was not that happening as compared to the previous years'. So here we go, top 5 Baybeats 2009 performances in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Lunar Node&lt;/strong&gt;. They totally caught me by surprise. The intense instrumentals and ear-gasmic effects is usually the norm from them but what got me was their last song, I literally was biting myself to calm myself down. They brought out an indian dude and that guy did a slow Bollywood kind of song to compliment their last song and it matches so well that it made what Lunar Node already have more intense. No doubt every song they do is shit intense and every one of their songs gave me the chills but the last song was the sickest cross-cultural mash-up that I have ever heard from a local band. Last time I felt this way was when I first came across the Yoshida Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunar Node - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lunarnode"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/lunarnode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshida Brothers - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/yoshidabrothers1"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/yoshidabrothers1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Love Me Butch&lt;/strong&gt;. Awesome, awesome,awesome. Guitar work is spectacular. Vocals are awesome. Saturday was my first time watching them and all I can say is woah. The build-ups in the song is great and when he reaches the peak. His scream was intense. Kudos to the dude who came up with that arrangement, top notch. Love Me Butch is the kind of band that you have to be at their live to understand and savour every drop of awesome they bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Me Butch - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lovemebutch"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/lovemebutch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Great Spy Experiment&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't know what happened, but their performance seemed have a lot more umph in it. Their new songs are great, don't know why they said they wanted to improve on it but knowng them, it would probably be more intense than what they performed on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Spy Experiment - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thegreatspyexperiment"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thegreatspyexperiment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The Ambassadors&lt;/strong&gt;. The only good punk band at Baybeats this year, if not the only punk rock band. Catchy, dancy, I will admit, the only reason why I found them better than the others was the fact that Bai did a guitar swing in the middle of their song and what's more the guitar was running on a cable. Stage presence was astounding. Good punk band, dance dance, mosh mosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ambassadors - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theambassadors"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/theambassadors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Anberlin&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course, who could ever forget them. Watching them live beats owning every one of their albums. Couldn't find much flaws in all 3 of their performances. Watching them pretty much satisfies every essense of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anberlin"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/anberlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin said something that I will always remember them for, they said that sometimes when they wake up, they would never imagine themselves being where they are and that they will always be thankful for being given such an oppurtunity when there are a lot of other bands so much more talented and capable as compared to them and are not able to make it due to not being able to get such chances as they did. I mean for them to humble themselves to that level is what seperates a true musician from everyone else in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I want to be known not as Shaun the bassist from Vessel, I want to be known for Accent's awesome ending or Calibri's verse 2, or Best Served Cold buildup, not that I came up with those parts, it was all a band effort, but I want Vessel to be remembered for those things and people to look at us that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is unlikely to happen, but I am going to put this into my to do list before I can die happy. I am not sure if you all know about this, but this is the first time I am letting everyone know my actual goals in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Goals&lt;br /&gt;- To play at Glastonbury/ Reeds/ Leading/ Big Day Out&lt;br /&gt;- To play alongside Queens of The Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;- To play alongside Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;- Die young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor Goals&lt;br /&gt;- To play alongside Caracal&lt;br /&gt;- To play alongside The Fire Fight&lt;br /&gt;- To tour somewhere in the region&lt;br /&gt;- To get my bike license&lt;br /&gt;- Get a job and settle down if the Major Goals are not possible*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XE0vpArJTCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/XE0vpArJTCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2835669558355479547?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2835669558355479547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2835669558355479547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2835669558355479547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2835669558355479547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/08/anberlin.html' title='Anberlin'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6258605721227252969</id><published>2009-08-12T09:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:43:58.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela</title><content type='html'>Chelsea/ CIELO. I think I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/estrela"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/estrela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to our live at Cineliesure. Are you excited? I know I am, the sheer thought of playing without anything to hold me down like deadlines to meet and work to do just sends chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will kill us all? They will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/twkua"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/twkua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the school term is coming to an end, I was thinking of getting a job of some sort. Preferably in the food and beverage industry. Something like a coffee joint or subway. Sounds fun right? Someone join me! I probably would go for interviews next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind. Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/haunts"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/haunts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is music awesome, give an example to justify your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Music gets you free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1kq0eL-ly8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/A1kq0eL-ly8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6258605721227252969?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6258605721227252969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6258605721227252969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6258605721227252969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6258605721227252969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/08/estrela.html' title='Estrela'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7438444337830712532</id><published>2009-08-08T14:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:02:02.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strain</title><content type='html'>As we are walking closer and closer to our deadlines. I'm starting to feel this strain. It's like trying to carry a lot of very oddly shaped objects with just two hands and trying to get from point A to B. I keep telling myself that the finish line is not that far and I just have to give that final push, somehow I can't seem to hear myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to local bands for some new material to try out. So I checked out the new Caracal. New Caracal = Caracal-Chris+KC as vocals. The more I listen to bands like these, the more do I feel like my band is going to hit a wall at some point. I mean Caracal is seriously very talented, so much that it is scary. Bands like these should be on the ranks of Nine Inch Nails, Muse and the like but they are stuck in a country like this. I mean look at Electrico, after their years of success, they came up with a national day song like that. I just don't know what to say. Singapore isn't really the place to be now. Glastonbury just seems so, so far, it's like Valhalla, where only the most bravest of Vikings are able to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out band page for updates. Main point is that on the 15th of August 2009 at 7pm outside the Cathay Cineliesure, Vessel would be playing live. It's free unlike the previous one, so if you have the time pop by, say hi, say bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yet another band joins my favourites list. Meet Foals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGf7T5L4_HI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/SGf7T5L4_HI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A3lWbPEOJp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/A3lWbPEOJp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndLw8EU6SLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/ndLw8EU6SLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did you know? There is going to be a Cowboy Bebop live action movie sometime between next year and the year after. Rumours are Keanu Reeves is gonna play Spike. FUCK? SERIOUSLY? Fucking THE ONE? FUCKING NEO? Wants to play SPIKE? He is going to ruin it like that shittard of a movie Dragonball. Please no. No. No! NO! NO!! NO!!! If you are going to get anyone to play Spike, get someone more awesome than Keanu Reeves. Even Matt Damon would play a better role than Keanu Reeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7438444337830712532?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7438444337830712532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7438444337830712532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7438444337830712532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7438444337830712532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/08/strain.html' title='The Strain'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7321256272323360828</id><published>2009-07-23T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:28:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VESSEL SITE!</title><content type='html'>Hey bitches. The Vessel blog is up, in case you want to know what we are up to you can drop by. &lt;a href="http://www.vesselsg.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.vesselsg.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;. This is our blog till we get our myspace and recordings and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moar wE3ird mus1q 4 euu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xaU6MFRrXGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/xaU6MFRrXGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LLAN29W-4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/1LLAN29W-4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7321256272323360828?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7321256272323360828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7321256272323360828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7321256272323360828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7321256272323360828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/07/vessel-site.html' title='VESSEL SITE!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8750628743343608242</id><published>2009-07-16T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:23:13.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded Afghan</title><content type='html'>Local scene is dead???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOeLBXLQKUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOeLBXLQKUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iamdavidsparkle"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/iamdavidsparkle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8750628743343608242?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8750628743343608242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8750628743343608242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8750628743343608242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8750628743343608242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaded-afghan.html' title='Jaded Afghan'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2980642320323370354</id><published>2009-07-14T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:30:19.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave/ Agony Applause</title><content type='html'>Now it's time to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept the agony applause, brave as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqeg5T4WYkw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/iqeg5T4WYkw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you and all of you who came to catch Vessel at Fad studios on the 11th. Means a lot to us. Hope you all liked our performance, we definitely will be putting up more shows in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently plan to record some of our songs and get our myspace stuff done. So we don't think we would be performing for a month or two but we will definitely bring a more stimulating and sensual performance in time to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2980642320323370354?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2980642320323370354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2980642320323370354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2980642320323370354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2980642320323370354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/07/brave-agony-applause.html' title='Brave/ Agony Applause'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6816749163222095523</id><published>2009-07-06T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:19:56.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>I was on my way home from school and I saw this little boy. He was like barely a year old and he kept staring at me and gave me that look. Not like the sweet baby boy face kind of look. More like the wide eyed sympathetic face. Then I remember reading somewhere that babies are actually believed to be able to see things we cannot see. Like souls, ghosts and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering if he actually understood what was going on in my mind, I mean he certainly looked as if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Slash? What is that, some kind of knife? Meet Tom Erak fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4aaOywIQHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/m4aaOywIQHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6816749163222095523?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6816749163222095523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6816749163222095523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6816749163222095523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6816749163222095523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-boy.html' title='Baby Boy'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2847303650611397249</id><published>2009-07-04T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:38:24.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS OVER</title><content type='html'>I know this is old news but our gig's on next Saturday, we still have some tickets to go and shit. So give me a heads up if you want to come. The more the merrier. It's only 7 bucks. Fuck starbucks and subway, they can't give you a day's worth of rock. And for those of you thinking about going to see Wei Wen. Our show is half the price and it is on for close to a whole day!!! Value for money. In case you have been living in some well or for some other reason you don't know who Wei Wen (For This Cycle) is, then check this-&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/forthiscycle"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/forthiscycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tests are finally over. Projects are starting to pile up. When will this all end? It's these things that makes me really think whether or not I'm walking down the right path. If not, am I seriously fucked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note. I got my motherfucking blowtorch!!! Fuck yes!!! Hoo-ah!!! Hopefully I can get to use it next Saturday. Oh, the excitement! I'm getting chills already! Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this next one is also old. But I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/twL3ms4bjZk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/twL3ms4bjZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2847303650611397249?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2847303650611397249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2847303650611397249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2847303650611397249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2847303650611397249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams-over.html' title='EXAMS OVER'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7185441775992613016</id><published>2009-06-25T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:28:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIG GIG GIG</title><content type='html'>Finally, we are going to leave our cramped little cave and face civilisation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th July at FAD media (somewhere close to Haji Lane) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vessel is going to be playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm overeacting but I seriously live for moments like these and I seriously hope you would come over to support the band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are only 7 bucks and its like for a day's worth of gigs and there are quite a number of good bands playing like Audiocean and A Stale Melodrama. So please, please, if you have already watched Transformers, there is nothing else to watch so come watch us instead! If you haven't watched Transformers or are not into it, then all the more come down and support us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7185441775992613016?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7185441775992613016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7185441775992613016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7185441775992613016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7185441775992613016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/06/gig-gig-gig.html' title='GIG GIG GIG'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-691142554577494068</id><published>2009-06-07T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:35:50.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesselfication</title><content type='html'>Thank you, thank you and thank you again to all those who came over yesterday night for our "debut gig". We actually managed to get rid of about 80% of the food so that's great! Sorry Wee Kiat, our second set actually kicked more ass than the first. Don't worry, there will be more chances for all of you to hear us soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays!!! So, this can only mean one thing... Left 4 Dead. Fucking kickass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god, I'm so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-691142554577494068?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/691142554577494068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=691142554577494068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/691142554577494068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/691142554577494068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/06/vesselfication.html' title='Vesselfication'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4927381350223898420</id><published>2009-05-18T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:42:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soko</title><content type='html'>Soko, if only you were in Singapore. I'll ask you for your hand in marraige...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25AsfkriHQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25AsfkriHQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick sick sick, don't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4927381350223898420?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4927381350223898420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4927381350223898420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4927381350223898420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4927381350223898420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/soko.html' title='Soko'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8283123930143806743</id><published>2009-04-27T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:19:58.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death To All But Metal!</title><content type='html'>Everybody shout! Heavy metal's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5tl2_K-d-g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5tl2_K-d-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;C-c-come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;They can suck my balls&lt;br /&gt;They look like the dogs&lt;br /&gt;That hang out at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem can suck it&lt;br /&gt;So can Dr. Dre&lt;br /&gt;They can suck each other&lt;br /&gt;Just because they're gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can suck a dick, they can lick a sack&lt;br /&gt;Everybody shout, "heavy metal's back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to Papa Roach, Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;All those fucking pussies sounds like Doggy Dale&lt;br /&gt;Wearing baggy pants&lt;br /&gt;Spiking up their hair&lt;br /&gt;They're not worth the cross down my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Def Leppard?&lt;br /&gt;Where is Mötley Crüe?&lt;br /&gt;Why does all my lyrics sound like doctor Seuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill those fucking fuckheads who program MTV&lt;br /&gt;They can suck my ass with all the record companies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to Britney Spears, kill the little slut&lt;br /&gt;Kill Madonna too and then fuck her in the butt&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Mariah Carey, death to Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;They can kiss each other on the camel toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent's a fag, so is Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Shooting hot sperm off each other's chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;Death to all but metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to let you know, there is no butt in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8283123930143806743?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8283123930143806743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8283123930143806743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8283123930143806743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8283123930143806743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-to-all-but-metal.html' title='Death To All But Metal!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4913892725899631866</id><published>2009-04-24T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:25:49.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecturers</title><content type='html'>After experiencing all the lecturers of this sem, I will only say this. I will do really good except for one module. I know in poly they always say that each student is treated as an adult and is responsible for their own learning. But having a bad (like i said before i'm trying to use words that aren't so strong, so its expected that the correct word used is probably something gut-wrenching) teacher is really going to screw things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had like headphones so good that it you can't hear anything that is going on around you and so you have to speak like three times the usual volume to be able to hear yourself? It just happened. Like I was listening to Envy, this Japanese hardcore band (hardcore meaning that it has screaming and stuff) with my headphones on and I got really carried away and started screaming like really loud since I can't hear myself and apparantly my mum was calling me from outside asking me to stop screaming but I couldn't hear her so I kept screaming until she came and bang on my door. It's so random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told a friend my current situation. I was a little shocked when she said she kind of expected it a little, not surprising really but it's kinda funny that my friend knows about it but the person in question doesn't. Or does she? It's only the first week and I'm weighing myself down with such a small matter. Good god, how am I going to pull through this sem then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4913892725899631866?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4913892725899631866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4913892725899631866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4913892725899631866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4913892725899631866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/lecturers.html' title='Lecturers'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8668540417583604552</id><published>2009-04-22T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:35:05.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Blow</title><content type='html'>I won't say what happened, but I will say this. I really dislike/hate (everyone is telling me not to have such strong words in my vocabulary because I tend to exaggerate and swear) it when people say things about me when I did not intend to make myself that way. I understand why people call me certain things because of the way I act. But this is seriously a huge blow and what I can't seem to understand is why now? Since there was so much time before to bring this matter up, why did it just have to happen after everything has ended? I would greatly appreciate it if someone had brought this up to me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say this. I won't get angry or start hating people for such things. I mean what that person said is true. I totally agree after thinking about my actions for a really long time. So I would like to thank whoever said that about me because it makes me want to improve myself so I won't ever have to go through such a situation again. It always brings me such, such joy whenever I prove someone wrong. So, thank you, I will seriously take your words into account and make sure it won't happen again. And to the new people, if I ever turn out that way again, I give you all full authorisation to mash my balls. The reason why I'm blogging this and not saying it to some of you directly is because I don't really want my balls mashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally being sincere with the thanks and crap. Even though I may not type like it. You know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If whatever I am thinking about now is water, it would probably be enough to fill a pool, maybe more. So I will only say this once, I like you and I have liked you for a long time. Why can't you just realise that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it in the most cowardly manner ever. I don't really want to say anything yet because I know its not the time. So I will keep it in for as long as it takes. I know its strange. I mean people are. I have a really hard time understanding myself most of the time. So don't try to understand. It won't work out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8668540417583604552?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8668540417583604552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8668540417583604552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8668540417583604552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8668540417583604552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/major-blow.html' title='Major Blow'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-9147627780085223092</id><published>2009-04-21T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:33:17.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedal Crazy</title><content type='html'>I think I need about 700 bucks. I'm already $110 down. $590 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just started, wicked, I think I got a crush on one of my teachers. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me if I had a girlfriend recently. I said no. I still don't know why. I've been telling everyone that I really dislike alot of the girls in Singapore because of obvious reasons. But I really wonder is that the reason why. Maybe I'm really shy or I'm really picky. Well I don't care really. Its just that its really irritating when people keep trying to ask me what kind of girls am I into or why am I single and am so picky at this age. I don't give a fuck. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-9147627780085223092?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/9147627780085223092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=9147627780085223092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/9147627780085223092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/9147627780085223092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/pedal-crazy.html' title='Pedal Crazy'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4534972111435332043</id><published>2009-04-07T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:18:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been shot..(Arghhh!)</title><content type='html'>I've been shot..(Arghhh!)&lt;br /&gt;That must have been one of the most epic lines I have ever heard of in a song from a local band. I mean there are a crap load of local bands in Singapore with music, lyrics or both that makes it hard for me not to hate them. *Cough..Perv..*Cough... Bo*Cough... Good ones include The Fire Fight, Caracal, Postbox etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much during the holidays but whatever little I have done or has happened to me was EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up is the EPIC BAYBEATS 2009 AUDITIONS! (I know its late to comment on this) I must say I'm really glad Barricade got in, which, by the way was the one who wrote the "I've been shot..(Arghhh!)" line. Visit them here -&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/barricadesound"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/barricadesound&lt;/a&gt;. I must say, there were some bands who don't deserve to be on the list when there were others who were really good. For example, Trella, visit them here -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/trellaband"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/trellaband&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not a fan of both Barricade and Trella, I mean I only got to know of Barricade at the auditions and my first impression of Trella was a bad one because of some issues which were kinda related to me and my "friends" somewhat. I won't point out who were the ones which I felt did not deserve to get in. I mean everyone has their own opinion and I hope that these guys were let in for a good reason. When I mean good reason, I mean that they would be well received by the crowd at this year's Baybeats and not because of what little fanbase they have now because your objective then is to drag more people to Baybeats and its not to show music for what it is. Or for whatever reason which is not to showcase the local music scene in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another EPIC event is when I was at home and my ceiling started leaking from the heavy rain and when I mean leak, I actually mean waterfall. Like about a pool's worth of water or so came down and me and my family had to try hard to get rid of the water so that it won't leak into our kitchen (which is directly bellow my bedroom). It is a little hard to explain this disaster to you and I'm sure you wouldn't want to experience it yourself. Because of this I'm now sleeping on the first floor in the living room because I don't want to share a room with the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got an EPIC project underway!!! I think most of you know it but still don't know the little details yet so just wait, more about the project would be released with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to know then this is a little hint on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Duper Sexy--&gt; Super Shifter ($400++)--&gt; Digitech **** Multichorus ($200++)--&gt; A good compression ($100-$300)--&gt; MXR Blowtorch ($200++)--&gt; Eargasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sounds awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have been doing some EPIC time wasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEzlBwaFKHc&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEzlBwaFKHc&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_8yPap-k_s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_8yPap-k_s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NisCkxU544c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NisCkxU544c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL9Wu2kWwSY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL9Wu2kWwSY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oy4s6oZ5w4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oy4s6oZ5w4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4534972111435332043?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4534972111435332043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4534972111435332043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4534972111435332043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4534972111435332043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-shotarghhh.html' title='I&apos;ve been shot..(Arghhh!)'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4614362158353337994</id><published>2009-02-24T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:42:53.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPRA</title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure why I'm blogging after the month long or so hiatus. Must be IPRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my IPRA (Introduction to Public Relations and Advertising) exam tomorrow. The only thing I have to say is that well, I'm fucked. Studying IPRA is like reading a book in Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have been thinking about the past. The more I look at it. The more I hate my older self. I kept asking myself, "why did I do what I did then?" I couldn't help but imagine what would have happened if I did the opposite of what I did in the past. Like if I hadn't said all those silly phrases and stuff back in primary school, would people still haunt me years later with I said back then? If I hadn't picked up that copy of "History's Strongest Disciple, Kenichi" back then, would I still be half the otaku I am now? (Otaku is a word that describes males who are obsessed with something. Like how some Japanese dudes are obsessed with big tittied Japanese anime girls.) If I hadn't played WWF cards with those guys back in primary school, would I still be as broke as I am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't regret joining the drama club and picking up bass. But when you are being dragged to the guillotine, you can't help but think about your past and the stuff that you could have done instead. Guillotine meaning my IPRA paper tomorrow morning at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would want a reason to justify the hiatus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you more than 1 reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DEAD SPACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Band commitments&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/"&gt;http://www.onemanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Noobtoob (Check this out on youtube)&lt;br /&gt;5. Past projects&lt;br /&gt;6. PSP&lt;br /&gt;7. Practicing on bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. The list could go on and on. I really couldn't be bothered actually. Somehow writing about my problems and trials on the net isn't really my idea of venting frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another topic, have you ever heard of Shigga Shay? This dude is chinese. Thing is he raps... For shizzle? &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shiggashay"&gt;www.myspace.com/shiggashay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4614362158353337994?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4614362158353337994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4614362158353337994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4614362158353337994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4614362158353337994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipra.html' title='IPRA'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2825732771439845732</id><published>2008-12-27T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:21:36.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hello. I would like to thank the people who gave me presents this christmas but did not receive anything in return from me simply because I spent all my money on myself before christmas and used that as an excuse not to buy you guys anything back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why people give you the things you get for christmas? Like if you actually look into it deeply. You might think the person might be trying to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how a person receives an item that says free size? Or when a person receives a slimming package? Or even a gift that says fun for the whole family but the person is not even married? Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's go through the stuff I got and see what people have to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An Esprit messanger bag&lt;br /&gt;2. Body shop shower gel with sponge&lt;br /&gt;3. A vintage looking Bicycle card deck&lt;br /&gt;4. Eternal Sonata PS3 game&lt;br /&gt;5. A Fox checkered shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't much of a list, I know. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm in a good mood today. I don't really know why. I guess sometimes people get random mood swings which aren't caused by anything in particular. So here is a happy song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feist - 1234&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l844cI1MdsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l844cI1MdsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you have the time, check out this graphic novel called Ghost World. The main character is so interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2825732771439845732?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2825732771439845732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2825732771439845732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2825732771439845732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2825732771439845732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3505510508306608670</id><published>2008-12-10T11:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:47:45.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>Why do I have to leave?&lt;div&gt;This place is coming down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want to see you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, one can only dream about these kind of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Roar~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3505510508306608670?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3505510508306608670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3505510508306608670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3505510508306608670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3505510508306608670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8094679655307320226</id><published>2008-12-02T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:09:55.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Exploder</title><content type='html'>I fucking love this band, they can come in my ear pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkz4GYCirWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkz4GYCirWU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is one of the reasons as to why I want to buy Rock Band 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you are looking for something a little more on the serious side, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Cape, Wear Cape, Fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xP-xTsx67KU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xP-xTsx67KU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8094679655307320226?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8094679655307320226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8094679655307320226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8094679655307320226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8094679655307320226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/master-exploder.html' title='Master Exploder'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5810709887872697987</id><published>2008-12-01T18:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:14:52.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icky Cabbage And The Jolly Strawberry</title><content type='html'>Check this site out. &lt;a href="http://www.bandnamemaker.com/"&gt;http://www.bandnamemaker.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Awesome stuff. Typed in "cabbage" and "Icky Cabbage And The Jolly Strawberry" came out. Narly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more random band names. Try to figure out which word I typed in, it's really simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet Tofu And The Reset Food &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glimmering Beer And The Slim Puppy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Community Snuggle And The Humility &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tight Bitch Of The Uncertain Moral &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for not posting so long. Been quite busy. Got loads of projects due before the December holidays. I still have like 2 more projects due. I have my scriptwriting due tomorrow and my IDEAS presentation on Thursday. &lt;/p&gt;Well, that's half true. I bought Saint's Row 2 and am currently playing Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are next week! Thinking of having a Christmas party at my place. Anyone interested? I know my place can be used because my mum said it's alright. Knowing her, its probably an excuse to try out new recipes to experiment on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some more awesome new bands I found on youtube these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadouken!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JR-aSVdN5KM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JR-aSVdN5KM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pigeon Detectives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFQyx8rlDQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFQyx8rlDQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Carleton Singing Knights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTUReK8VTRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTUReK8VTRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deftones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAOLRwPmzGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAOLRwPmzGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5810709887872697987?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5810709887872697987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5810709887872697987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5810709887872697987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5810709887872697987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/icky-cabbage-and-jolly-strawberry.html' title='Icky Cabbage And The Jolly Strawberry'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8738079525023400565</id><published>2008-11-04T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:58:23.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Shaun</title><content type='html'>Hello cyber-world, to all you who read this (doubt people take a shit in what I have to say anyway), here I am, whining to you all about my really insignificant trials and tribulations. Like how I am currently burning the midnight oil, trying to finish a project which is due tomorrow, or today to be exact, in about 14 hours or so. And instead of doing it, I'm blogging about doing it. It's great, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm panicking because I don't have enough pictures to use for the project, hence I'm pulling what I can from the net and photoshopping it to save my skin from the harsh clutches of plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you people who are still awake and decide to go surf a bit and happen to come across my blog because your project is a bitch, don't worry, you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I will give my virginity to whoever that can help me finish my project now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8738079525023400565?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8738079525023400565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8738079525023400565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8738079525023400565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8738079525023400565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-of-shaun.html' title='Death of Shaun'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7161927641157312994</id><published>2008-10-31T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:15:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run To The Hills!</title><content type='html'>I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for putting on 7 kg since school started back in April. I hate myself for doing absolutely nothing other than sitting in front of the computer and not doing something more constructive for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to pick up running again but it isn't going smoothly. My body can't seem to take the sudden stress and can only jog for about 12-15 minutes. So I'm trying to make it an everyday thing. It really is like what the new New Balance ads are saying. Running is like a LOVE/HATE relationship. Oh well, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is an example of a band who tried to cover other bands but failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Y0jNa8Um-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Y0jNa8Um-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love one of their lines, "I just can't look, it's killing me" don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 projects due next week. Haven't started on either at all. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7161927641157312994?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7161927641157312994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7161927641157312994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7161927641157312994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7161927641157312994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-to-hills.html' title='Run To The Hills!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8420591950161057220</id><published>2008-10-24T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:06:09.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO!</title><content type='html'>I finally get to get my hands on a copy of Resistance: Fall Of Man. Don't laugh, I know I'm way behind on the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, hunting for new bands to join. I mean, alot of bands on soft.com are like, oh we need bassists and when approached, they give off this half-hearted attitude and some of the bands that i had tried out for (well just one actually) sucked so bad that I really didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check this out. The lyrics are pure genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Year In Lists by Los Campesinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tk0vQhxyR5Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tk0vQhxyR5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, "send me stationary to make me horny"&lt;br /&gt;So I always write you letters in multi-colours&lt;br /&gt;Decorating envelopes for foreplay&lt;br /&gt;Damn extended metaphors, I get carried away&lt;br /&gt;On the back of a natural disaster, fixed with parcel tape and with kids sticking plasters&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says "I miss you" quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year in lists&lt;br /&gt;Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss&lt;br /&gt;So put on every winter coat that you've owned since '98&lt;br /&gt;And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you&lt;br /&gt;I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you&lt;br /&gt;I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your request, I compile a list&lt;br /&gt;Of my top five resolutions for this year (one!)&lt;br /&gt;I declined 'cause I decided that I (two!)&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe in the new year anymore (three!)&lt;br /&gt;And you must confess that at times like these&lt;br /&gt;Hopefulness is tantamount to hopelessness (four!)&lt;br /&gt;And I accept that it's time for a change but not in&lt;br /&gt;Places like this with people like these (five! five! five! five! five!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year in lists&lt;br /&gt;Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss&lt;br /&gt;So put on every winter coat that you've owned since '98&lt;br /&gt;And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you&lt;br /&gt;I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you&lt;br /&gt;I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one bloody awesome cover. Yeah, a cover of Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVLAZtAcUBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVLAZtAcUBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8420591950161057220?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8420591950161057220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8420591950161057220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8420591950161057220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8420591950161057220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/10/go.html' title='GO!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5269841287271985028</id><published>2008-10-22T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:53:51.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new post. yay.</title><content type='html'>Hello. New skin. New post in quite a bit. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my reason for not posting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Yeah, that was the reason. Hope you smart people understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was busy with that blank space of my life, I watched some really interesting stuff. Like the British version of "America's Got Talent". It's called "Britain's Got Talent". How original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one of the acts that I really loved done by two guys called "Signature" and this is what they did for the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0X2rbfF1n0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0X2rbfF1n0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was their semis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09sWP6-k5n8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09sWP6-k5n8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was them in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/znM4F5TSPbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znM4F5TSPbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't win. This is the guy who beat them to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_dcnS-KZpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_dcnS-KZpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was him in the semis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GX3u48bX7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GX3u48bX7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he didn't have much time to prepare for the finals because he was informed a little late so he did the same act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sXrzcpS_Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sXrzcpS_Jo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who does or dances to "Singing In The Rain" gets hugs and kisses from me. Be it the original version or the remix by "Mint Royale". Youtube has the greatest shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5269841287271985028?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5269841287271985028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5269841287271985028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5269841287271985028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5269841287271985028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-post-yay.html' title='new post. yay.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8765132584237923341</id><published>2008-09-25T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:04:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey and Clover</title><content type='html'>"Adult helplessness destroys children, or it forces them to become tiny adults in their turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, next year I'm gonna be a GL for the pool club camp. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try something crazy too. Like going on a journey to see how far can I go without looking back. Just to see how important are the things that I hold dear. Oh well, guess NS would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time, catch "Honey and Clover". It isn't just an anime, it's art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8765132584237923341?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8765132584237923341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8765132584237923341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8765132584237923341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8765132584237923341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/honey-and-clover.html' title='Honey and Clover'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5667185746166638425</id><published>2008-09-22T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:26:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolation</title><content type='html'>"You don't win fights by being a strong man or a clever boxer. You win fights by being more prepared to permanently fuck up the other guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Age carries strange burdens with it, and one of them, perhaps inevitably, is death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic novels provide the best quotes ever. Better than cheesy movie lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5667185746166638425?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5667185746166638425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5667185746166638425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5667185746166638425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5667185746166638425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/desolation.html' title='Desolation'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7135397425776357124</id><published>2008-09-20T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:34:17.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime</title><content type='html'>I haven't been doing much lately. Other than watching a crap load of anime to kill time. Never in my life have I hated watching any anime until now. I mean, I don't like how some of them ended but this definitely ranks as number 1 in my hate to watch list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some free time, catch School Days. Then you would know what I'm talking about. God knows why I watched it from the beginning to the end. Maybe because I was hoping for the male lead to do something right out of the crapload of wrong he had done. I must say, he deserved his ending but not his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 (Awesome) Animes to Kill Your Time With!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann!&lt;br /&gt;(The direct translation for that title would be "Heaven Smashing Gurren Lagann!". One of the best so far. Sad ending though. Like most good animes. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gungrave&lt;br /&gt;(A really, really, really, really depressing anime. For me, the male lead is one of the saddest out of all the animes in this list. Still he kicks ass like no one else. Second to that would be the dude from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cowboy Bebop&lt;br /&gt;(The coolest, slickest anime of all time. Third saddest male lead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Code Geass&lt;br /&gt;(Strategy at its best. Disturbingly shocking at some parts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BECK&lt;br /&gt;(A bunch of nobodies, getting together, forming a band, and performing at Japan's greatest gig event.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Samurai Champloo&lt;br /&gt;(I actually disliked this anime at first because the manga looked really pathetic. Usually good manga = good anime. Not the other way around. But after Sean recommended it to me I found it pretty interesting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fruits Basket&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my god. I'm so gay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Great Teacher Onizuka&lt;br /&gt;(If only Mr Lum was like this guy. A really good comedy to watch. The anime, not the live action one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Azumanga Daioh&lt;br /&gt;(I can't explain this one. Watch it and you would understand why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Soul Eater&lt;br /&gt;(Probably the BIGGEST anime around. This one deserves a star. If you catch my drift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you gay fanboys who argue that Naruto, Bleach, Gundam and the lot are the jizz. Then here is my answer, "NO!" A big one to all you fanboys. Anything that puts in a pissload of fillers, or worse, put part of the actual story on hold to dump in more fillers *Bleaa--ch*. Deserves to be ass raped. I mean, is it so difficult to just wait for the manga to finish first then start the anime? Or have seasons at least. I mean, nobody wants to see Naruto making noodles using his rasengan. Whoops sorry, forgot that you guys were fanboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7135397425776357124?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7135397425776357124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7135397425776357124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7135397425776357124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7135397425776357124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/anime.html' title='Anime'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1476296502000306580</id><published>2008-09-17T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:53:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Has No End</title><content type='html'>Wow. I did a lot better than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral Communication: A&lt;br /&gt;IMW: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICP: B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Development: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOM: C+&lt;br /&gt;Design Basics: C+&lt;br /&gt;ITB: C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda expected that for FOM and ITB. Well, just gotta work harder for the next few sems to raise up that 3.096 GPA. Well, it's a huge relief, but still quite disappointing. I am starting to come up with excuses like, "Mistakes are just a part of human nature." To make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I had a huge laugh yesterday. The pool club chalet was kinda cool. Barbecue was kinda boring since we had not much variety, just loads of sausages, crabsticks and otah. So I had a sub. Brought my ps3 over for fun. The best part was the drinking. Haha. Chivas and Vodka. Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one dude decided to challenge Nick (our pool captain) to how much he can drink. So they were downing shots of the Chivas and a few flaming ones. The other dude at first was quite cool. Then after a few minutes cannot concentrate. So when it started to rain, we had to carry him in and he vomited just before the stairs. When he got back to the room he was sprouting loads of bullshit like, "Just now all those who drink and say 'I'm not drunk' is actually drunk one. I'm different, I will say 'I am drunk!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life had I laughed so hard at a drunk dude. Oh well, at least there was alcohol, just wished it came after receiving my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1476296502000306580?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1476296502000306580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1476296502000306580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1476296502000306580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1476296502000306580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-has-no-end.html' title='The End Has No End'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-752333031883811980</id><published>2008-09-02T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:28:27.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baybeats</title><content type='html'>Scream scream scream scream scream scream scream *MEOW* ----Guitar Solo!-----scream scream scream scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who missed Baybeats, you would have missed a great weekend. I know this because you weren't there. Lots of good acts. Can't possibly say all of them because there are just too many and I couldn't possibly catch all the sets. Missed the Caracal one though. Real pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know of this legendary teacher called Onizuka, go to youtube. Look out for the Great Teacher Onizuka. Best there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-752333031883811980?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/752333031883811980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=752333031883811980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/752333031883811980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/752333031883811980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/baybeats.html' title='Baybeats'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5937125239739480663</id><published>2008-08-26T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:56:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis</title><content type='html'>Note to self, never let my mum near anything that has got to do with my clothes, hair, accessories, style, gear, whatever, ever ever ever ever ever ever again.. I knew listening to her was gonna cause something bad to happen from past experiences and yet I did it again, all because she recommended some cheapo hairstylist who she thought had skills of an angel and the only reason he was still at the budget outlet was because he hasn't made his break yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I lost my identity. God knows where am I gonna hide my face when school reopens. Seriously, I wanna shave off my hair so bad like the last time I had a bad haircut. She was like, "Aw it isn't so bad, a little wax and styling can fix it! (Insert stupid smiley face here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You don't go to a hairstylist to get a crap hairstyle so you can fix it up yourself. You go to a hairstylist to fix some ugly looking problem so you won't ever need to fuss over hiding it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;2. The style was meant to be (I don't give a shit what people think of how I look) style. Not (Oh, I gotta wake up early to style my hair so people can appreciate my 5 seconds of hard work) style.&lt;br /&gt;3. Half the time, cheap places = horrible places. Especially those at some ulu void deck of some HDB flat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Just because you got lucky once, doesn't mean he can pull off miracles every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream of getting dreads is long, long, long gone. Oh no. The agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stress, no work, nothing. Still, my holidays sucked. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Stupid karaoke/Getai thing. Perfect way to ruin the night, sounds of old people singing out of tune. If it was a karoke, then please, adjust the fucking volume. If it was for some Getai, then you should know, you guys are supposed to entertain the dead, not fucking bring them back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Epic hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Stupid 1 and a half hours trying to complete 1 stupid race in Grid which was mad insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I need something fun. Like a job or a new game or a girlfriend or something to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5937125239739480663?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5937125239739480663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5937125239739480663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5937125239739480663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5937125239739480663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/crisis.html' title='Crisis'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4433673241312379687</id><published>2008-08-20T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:44:51.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to get down to studying my ICP. Why? I think it's because of "Stalker, Shadow of Chernobyl". It's like the moment I got home was the moment I started playing. What's more i'm bloging about the whole situation and not doing anything about it. Funny, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have this nasty nagging feeling that I'm fucked? Like, Fucked. Fucked. Fucked. Up my asshole and in my mouth fucked. FOM seriously. I feel that I fucked up bad. Shit, I don't wanna repeat modules. Oh crap, the worse case senarios are all coming back. What's worse is that my parents got back from London, so I can't steal any more alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? FOM? Fuck Off Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4433673241312379687?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4433673241312379687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4433673241312379687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4433673241312379687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4433673241312379687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8536818464968558037</id><published>2008-08-19T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:26:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>Omg, the test was damn fucked up, I think i am gonna fail, or get a D. Something along those lines. Shit, I'm screwed. Anyway, 6 modules down, 1 more to go. Just pray that I don't repeat modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of having your kids play violent video games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then check this shit out. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB6fq9Aadwk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB6fq9Aadwk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8536818464968558037?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8536818464968558037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8536818464968558037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8536818464968558037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8536818464968558037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6461906535426923340</id><published>2008-08-14T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:41:14.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widow is...</title><content type='html'>...a Nexus $110 dollar cue stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 modules down biatch. Another bleeding 3 more and I'm done with this sem. Gnarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sean and Christel for helping me out during the ITB test even though you aren't supposed to do that because, you know, it's a test. Well, you guys are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Love, is it that hard to give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stranger, to tell you the truth, I ain't even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd is one sick bitch. So was the movie. Bloody amazing. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6461906535426923340?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6461906535426923340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6461906535426923340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6461906535426923340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6461906535426923340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/widow-is.html' title='Widow is...'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6703439217928316747</id><published>2008-08-10T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:53:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Day</title><content type='html'>Yo-ah, yo-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio-ah&lt;br /&gt;Yo-ah, yo-ah&lt;br /&gt;Toa Payoh-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why Electrico said this yesterday at their gig. Most probably because it was national day. Yesterday's gig was awesome. Allura had some mad sounds going on and Silhouette, well, all I can say is that they left the best for last. The Fire Fight was short of one guitarist but still they gave their usual energy which was great. Electrico, well, all I can say is that they kinda ditched their dancier tracks from previous albums and started playing stuff that is, well, I don't know how to describe it. It's kind of like an experience really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was bad. Like a few bengs and lians were there. A bunch of bimbos were like club dancing to Electrico which I thought was fucking retarded. Then the most epic dude who totally ruined The Fire Fight's set, was a gayboy. Like a fucking she-male. A guy who dressed up as a girl and was fucking hwoing like Hard Gay non-stop throughout The Fire Fight's set and a little during Electrico's set. I'm surprised that Joshua didn't throw any insults to that he-bitch. Seriously, that she-male ruined the fucking gig. Should have started a fucking mosh-pit and dragged his fakeshit-ass in and beat the crap out of shim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean said that this month was gay pride month, I used to be alright with gays but now with people like that, makes me want to beat some of the gay people up. But it wasn't so bad, the emcee gave me 20 bucks worth of Esprit vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6703439217928316747?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6703439217928316747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6703439217928316747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6703439217928316747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6703439217928316747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-day.html' title='Singapore Day'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5219656447974667667</id><published>2008-08-09T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:11:13.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>What if Redbull/ Prince Harry (Can't remember exactly which one) was gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Shaun would dump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the result of some silly game that we played on Thursday. Funny. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrico, The Fire Fight, Allura and Silhouette would be playing tonight at Scape youth park, 9pm. Gonna be great. Much better than the NDP for sure. Fire Fight pwns fireworks. Gonna go study a bit of ITB first before heading off to the gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy my own pool cue. Costs about 110 dollars. Narly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there, Stranger. How did things end up this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there, Love. Maybe it was just all in your head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe it was all just in my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awfully sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Yet pleasantly bitter.&lt;br /&gt;What was a gentle silence&lt;br /&gt;Grew into a black bile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting into my head.&lt;br /&gt;Please just get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5219656447974667667?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5219656447974667667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5219656447974667667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5219656447974667667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5219656447974667667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3613062475662257514</id><published>2008-08-06T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:56:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulmonary Archery</title><content type='html'>Great. Two modules down. Character Development and Design Basics. I kinda like both these subjects. Especially design basics. Though I'm not scoring well in it, I am seriously enjoying myself. The teach was awesome. She looks about 35 but fact is she is above 50. God, I wish I can age like that. Chris, our teach from Character Development was pretty cool. Somehow we kinda think that he has some scandal going on between a student and a teacher. (Or we are assuming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final OC presentation is next monday. ITB microsoft word test is next wendnesday and an IMW project dues next monday too. Can't wait to get them over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously thinking about playing some American Football. I've been looking through many videos of good plays and stuff like that. Can you imagine if we made American Football a sport in Singapore? It wouldbe fucktabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still thinking about you, Love. Funny, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3613062475662257514?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3613062475662257514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3613062475662257514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3613062475662257514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3613062475662257514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/pulmonary-archery.html' title='Pulmonary Archery'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1003603126131732964</id><published>2008-08-05T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:38:43.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like Nirvana</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you know this one already. But anyway, here is a kinda funny, i guess, insult to a great legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zowLVvQjuXU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zowLVvQjuXU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this epic part where everyone was head banging except this one bald guy. And everyone had dreads. Fuck yeah. Dreads are the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this song all about?&lt;br /&gt;Can't figure any lyrics out&lt;br /&gt;How do the words to it go?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd tell me, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't know, don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm mumblin' and I'm screamin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm singin'&lt;br /&gt;Crank the volume, ears are bleedin'&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what I'm singin'&lt;br /&gt;We're so loud and incoherent&lt;br /&gt;Boy this oughtta bug your parents&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's un-in-tel-ligible&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get it through my skull&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to bargle nawdle zouss(?)&lt;br /&gt;With all these marbles in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't know, don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we don't sound like Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, we're Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Sing distinctly? We don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;Buy our album, we're Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;A garage band from Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Well, it sure beats raising cattle&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot the next verse&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse&lt;br /&gt;The lyric sheet's so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;What are the words? Oh, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't know don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm yellin' and we're playin'&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;What's the message I'm conveyin'?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me what I'm sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;So have you got some idea?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so, well, I'll see ya!&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara, sayonara&lt;br /&gt;Ayonawa, adinawa&lt;br /&gt;Odinaya, yodinaya&lt;br /&gt;Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah&lt;br /&gt;Ayaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original. For you to cross refer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPQR-OsH0RQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPQR-OsH0RQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1003603126131732964?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1003603126131732964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1003603126131732964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1003603126131732964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1003603126131732964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/smells-like-nirvana.html' title='Smells like Nirvana'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2113837211223007537</id><published>2008-07-28T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:22:58.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to hear you scream.</title><content type='html'>I'm totally starting from scratch. I've always felt that working with friends in a band would be ideal and would work out better but no. It actually is better to look for people who are interested and can make time to work with and I think I am gonna start from there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow from alternative I seem to be digressing into hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress is pilling up, I got a crapload of work to finish. Like 3-5 projects left and all I have is 2 weeks. Then 2 more papers to study for. All in 3 weeks. I am seriously feeling something. I am starting to fucking panic. I feel like I'm starting to become a Motion City Soundtrack song. Since most of their songs are about not making it and feeling fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me are 2 weirdos. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2113837211223007537?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2113837211223007537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2113837211223007537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2113837211223007537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2113837211223007537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-hear-you-scream.html' title='I want to hear you scream.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8669697621358874589</id><published>2008-07-24T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:33:56.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put A Bullet In My Head</title><content type='html'>This kinda describes what im feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=LTnq268y2ms"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=LTnq268y2ms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;While you're near me I don't feel blue&lt;br /&gt;And when we kiss I know you need me too&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've found a love that's so pure and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all was bullshit&lt;br /&gt;It was a goddamn joke&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of you, Linda&lt;br /&gt;I hope you fuckin' choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're glad with what you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy&lt;br /&gt;You left me here all alone, tears running constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh somebody kill me please&lt;br /&gt;Somebody kill me please&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please&lt;br /&gt;Kill me&lt;br /&gt;I want to die&lt;br /&gt;Put a bullet in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding singer is a classic. Truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8669697621358874589?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8669697621358874589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8669697621358874589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8669697621358874589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8669697621358874589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/put-bullet-in-my-head.html' title='Put A Bullet In My Head'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-287314074018942972</id><published>2008-07-23T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:34:51.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Rockstars.</title><content type='html'>Recycle your karking poucons everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my part of FOM, only took like 1 hour plus. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got "You Have No Idea What You're Getting Yourself Into" by Does It Offend You, Yeah? I think I am seriously overspending. Awesome album nonetheless. Yes, i do know what i got myself into, an awesome musical experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming gay, I'm finding joy in Sims 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-287314074018942972?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/287314074018942972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=287314074018942972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/287314074018942972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/287314074018942972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-rockstars.html' title='We Are Rockstars.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4891770673165485602</id><published>2008-07-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:44:47.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great. Just great.</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt this way in a long time. I seriously hate it. It only happened once before and I'm not used to it at all. I now know that the only few things that won't leave me, are the things that are dead and not able to walk away. The rest just seem so intangible. Like clouds and rainbows. The beautiful things that you can only see and not own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told before that these feelings are caused by some fluid in your brain that causes you to feel this way. Are these fluids meant to be acidic? How can science explain things like this? Put a supermodel with a dorky scientist and make him believe that they were gonna love each other. Then break up with him. Find the fucking chemical bitch, find it. Science can find a solution to anything? I bet you guys just say stuff like that so you won't feel so bad being single and rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have told me before that guys are so lucky because we have alot of girls in Singapore to get. Sure, but how many are worth it? That really reduces it to a mere minority. Don't come complaining to me about how little good guys are left in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy right? I think i should be. Its not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, forget this shit, im just fucking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4891770673165485602?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4891770673165485602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4891770673165485602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4891770673165485602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4891770673165485602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-just-great.html' title='Great. Just great.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-697700537119257056</id><published>2008-07-20T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:19:36.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konichi-WHOA!</title><content type='html'>konichi-WHOA bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday gig was fucking narly. Lots of awesome good shit that makes the stuff at home club look really bad. With the exception of a few. Pity Han Rong couldn't make it and Hilmi had to leave early otherwise i would have stayed until the last band which was Plainsunset. So what were the good bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Fire Fight - As usual, these guys are the shit. If they were playing with a pile of shit in front of them, no one would even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Amateur Takes Control - This is by far one of the best (and only, actually) instrumental bands that I have seen in my entire life. They only had one song with vocals but their vox isn't even part of their band, they just called him out in midsong and he went screamo. The drummer was from Rika to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Amberhaze - This isn't even a band. Its just one guy playing keyboards, guitar and a laptop at the same time. Really awesome experimental music. Singing could use alot of improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from east coast. Damn tired. Oh and check these guys out. "Does It Offend You, Yeah?". Thats really their band name. They're pure genius. Experimental/Industrial rock is not dead. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=bIcGms8GQMs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=bIcGms8GQMs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-697700537119257056?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/697700537119257056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=697700537119257056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/697700537119257056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/697700537119257056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/konichi-whoa.html' title='Konichi-WHOA!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3204764614581070362</id><published>2008-07-15T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:23:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say that kid's got...</title><content type='html'>I bought a new game, Bad Company, probably that explains the inactivity on my blog for quite a while, the game is alright. They say the multiplayer is good but since the PS3 is far away from the wireless router thingy, I can't get online. So yeah, kinda like a waste of money. I should have gotten Vegas 2 or Civilizations or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go geeky. Which means I am gonna talk about games and well, don't read this part if you're not interested. I'm currently waiting for a few games to come out. One would be "Little Big Planet". The whole customisation thing looks smashing. It looks Viva Pinata-ish and you can create this whole world to play in. Fantastic. Another one would be "Mirrors Edge", awesome idea. Check that one out for yourselves. "Prototype" looks awesome too, but it has been pushed back to next year *sigh. Then the Imperium is back in "Dawn of War II", more heretic purging and racist comments. I think I need a life or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently, this is my list of games I wanna get in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rainbow Six Vegas 2&lt;br /&gt;2. Civilizations Revolution&lt;br /&gt;3. Little Big Planet&lt;br /&gt;4. Mirrors Edge&lt;br /&gt;5. Prototype&lt;br /&gt;6. Dawn of War II&lt;br /&gt;7. Final Fantasy XIII&lt;br /&gt;8. Soul Calibur IV&lt;br /&gt;9. Rock Band 2&lt;br /&gt;10. End War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday there is the Rock Party at Mount Sophia, free, 11am to 11pm. I'm so gonna be there. Lots of great acts, The Great Spy Experiment, The Fire Fight and lots more are gonna perform. Talking about bands, I guess the next session is next Saturday? Don't forget which songs we are doing yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start preparing for my OC speech, I'm gonna be talking about Shakespeare. Great. I wanted to talk about a famous person in history and the few people that could come to mind were Stalin, Hitler, Mao Zedong and William Shakespeare. 2 communist leaders, 1 fascist bastard and a really witty, sick and talented playwright. Guess there isn't much of a fight is there? I guess I'm quite a sicko myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornings are a fucking pain in the ass. Figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3204764614581070362?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3204764614581070362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3204764614581070362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3204764614581070362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3204764614581070362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-say-that-kids-got.html' title='They say that kid&apos;s got...'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4773857286206387435</id><published>2008-07-09T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:45:02.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE AUDITION...</title><content type='html'>...was screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4773857286206387435?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4773857286206387435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4773857286206387435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4773857286206387435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4773857286206387435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/audition.html' title='THE AUDITION...'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2549105908142031155</id><published>2008-07-08T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:43:32.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andorphin.</title><content type='html'>I joined the damned band competition, Alrick, the guitarist probably hates me because it was so last minute and we only have 2 days to come up with crap to play, minus 1 for yesterday and we only have one left. Haha, we are so gonna embarrass ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything is alright. Figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we are gonna try playing Emergency by Paramore or Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. Stress. I bet Annabella is feeling nervous right now, so am I. We are Andorphin by the way, check us out if we make it. Don't laugh if we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2549105908142031155?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2549105908142031155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2549105908142031155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2549105908142031155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2549105908142031155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/andorphin.html' title='Andorphin.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7081077335949982353</id><published>2008-07-04T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:14:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Brightside</title><content type='html'>I'm Mr Brightside. Guess its not so hard to figure that out isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be packed. Like crap. Waking up at 4am to go for some reef walk thingy with the family. Why am I not excited? Then its gonna be the first jamming session with the new band. Fucking pissed off. One of my guitarists can't make it and my vocals is coming late. Why is this happening to me? Then I gotta go watch Eugene's gig and then head to Esplanade to get my photos for my DB. Oh and I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle. Its do or die. To tell you the truth, I've had enough. I've had enough of you. Why is this happening to me? Why are you doing this to me? I thought it was pleasantly bitter yet awfully sweet, like chocolate. But guess what, it's fucking sour and stinks like crap. Like vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make shit work out though. When I finally get to see you, I swear I will fuck you up you son of a bitch. Don't think you can run, I will hunt you and fucking rape you, biatch. In case you don't know who I'm talking about, its the person who created the earth and decides how we live. Alot of people believe that there are a few of these people, all different. I'm just gonna see whoever turns up when I die and if there is hell, you're coming down with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, there is a big red truck in my anus. Mel Gibson has a house in my anus also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7081077335949982353?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7081077335949982353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7081077335949982353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7081077335949982353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7081077335949982353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/07/mr-brightside.html' title='Mr. Brightside'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6666919361781237136</id><published>2008-06-26T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:38:20.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisswasser.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a fucking bad mood. I'm so upset, I need to buy fucking PISSWASSER AND GET DRUNK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics to the Pisswasser Commercial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i think i shit the bed&lt;br /&gt;Got so drunk i gave a dude head&lt;br /&gt;Life is a merciful blur&lt;br /&gt;When you pop a Pisswasser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisswasser, don't drink it slow&lt;br /&gt;3am and buy some blow&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in the bathroom, on the floor&lt;br /&gt;What really matters anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crap you do&lt;br /&gt;All day&lt;br /&gt;Who fucking cares anyway?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisswasser, this is beer!&lt;br /&gt;Drive drunk, off a pier!&lt;br /&gt;Pisswasser, drink all day!&lt;br /&gt;It helps your troubles, long awayayay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=H-S5asBBH20&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=H-S5asBBH20&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when you have no girlfriend, no life and just got rejected. Fucking watching in game TV for hours on GTA4 and laughing your head off at the funny content. Yeah i got rejected, in a weird way. I fucking need alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6666919361781237136?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6666919361781237136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6666919361781237136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6666919361781237136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6666919361781237136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/pisswasser.html' title='Pisswasser.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7087855570306095167</id><published>2008-06-24T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:08:48.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only.</title><content type='html'>It's just the things you do, that fucking thing you did. Figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soft.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.soft.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to Eugene, the band is starting to take shape. Like suddenly this dude asked me if I would like to work with his band and another said that he was interested in forming a band with me. Of course I couldn't say no to both of them, I mean, this is what I had been waiting for. That one chance, or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit, the scars remind me that the past is real. Minus half the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emoness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Sher was right, not many people understand me, fuck, half the time I have problems understanding myself. Its like a maze that keeps doing things that it's not supposed to. Like whenever I almost find the way out, a wall appears and the door disappears to another location. Sometimes the door is right in front of me, yet it just appears to be a mirage. Whenever i finally get to the exit, it just brings up another maze. When will it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made you up. I know it was bad but I kept on picking at the scab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7087855570306095167?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7087855570306095167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7087855570306095167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7087855570306095167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7087855570306095167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/only.html' title='Only.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1373623289306230213</id><published>2008-06-23T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:31:03.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATUCADA!!!!</title><content type='html'>The past weekend was awesome. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent at Home Club. I was there for "Like A Band" and I must say, other than them, everything sucked in comparison to the previous Home Club gig i went to. I mean, all the acoustic acts were shit, like pure shit, Deputy Siren did acoustic hell better than those losers. Okay maybe not all, i think there was this awesome bunch of Sri Lankans on stage that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that me and Trav hung out with "Like A Band" for dinner and shit, went to Esplanade to watch some awesome sets. There was this acoustic act by these three dudes and they were doing superhero parody songs, which was damn awesome. Then went out to watch some AIR GUITAR!!! Fucking funny, it was like watching a bunch of losers trying to look hardcore. Damn hilarious. The gay dude especially. LOSERS UNITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent studying ICP, nothing happened until 8. WICKED AURA BATUCADA!!! This guys are the fucking shit man. They are a samba percussion band. If i didn't have that cup of hot chocolate and wasn't carrying my laptop bag i would have gone wild man. I mean, everyone was dancing and jumping and i was just bobbing. Lol pathetic, Gotta look out for their next gig, I'm so gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1373623289306230213?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1373623289306230213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1373623289306230213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1373623289306230213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1373623289306230213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/batucada.html' title='BATUCADA!!!!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4935002567313049291</id><published>2008-06-19T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:05:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grid.</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored, so i bought a new racing game, Race Driver Grid and i must say, the game's a bitch. I would sit in front of the PS3 and keep restarting races just to get that perfect win and shit. Its really fun but really hard. Crap, its making me more stressed out than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really fucked up. So i'm gonna be a bitch with my posts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was supposed to study ICP, only managed to cover 2 chapters. Fuck. Dennis wasn't even studying, so why bother coming? He didn't even join us for Zohan, which kinda sucked. It was good only in the first half of the movie. Like toward the end the scriptwriter thought it would be alright to dump in every tried and used joke from every comedy that didn't work out. I bet he was like," Fuck this shit, you know what? Lets just dump in a cock joke, gays, blast a guy to space, burst a couple of boobs and maybe do some lame fight scene that sucks in comparison to the first half. Hell, we should throw in some puppies to prove the gay guys are gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they are American. I mean, look at any British comedy. None of them sucks that bad. Trust them to come up with another no brainer slapstick movie. There are so many ways to do that ending right, they just had to do it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my projects later. Great, at least we are getting somewhere. Thing is Nigel, he asked me where The Cathay was. God give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4935002567313049291?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4935002567313049291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4935002567313049291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4935002567313049291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4935002567313049291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/grid.html' title='Grid.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3130568344471265631</id><published>2008-06-14T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:41:25.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Label.</title><content type='html'>I'm surprised I managed to get home and blog today. I thought i was done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool barbecue was surprising fun. It was a drag first but when we went to play pool things got really fun, it took me three games to get used to their pool cues and table. Lost really bad in the 2 games but made a huge come back in the end. Trashed Azmil by 4 balls. Hell yeah. Food was terrible though, Chicken was not marinated long enough. I was just eating the bee hoon and sausages. Then stayed over for no particular reason. Now this is the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, one of my seniors, went home to grab alcohol. Like one bottle of Black Label Whiskey (40%) and another Rose Cocktail Vodka (20%). So i drank down 2 shots of the whiskey, 3 shots of the vodka and one bottle of Breezers. Surprisingly I'm alright, I want more of that vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not drunk! Wowowewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3130568344471265631?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3130568344471265631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3130568344471265631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3130568344471265631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3130568344471265631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-label.html' title='Black Label.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4725694092726891666</id><published>2008-06-13T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:17:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirtbag</title><content type='html'>I feel like a teenage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dirtbag&lt;/span&gt;, oh yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dirtbag&lt;/span&gt;. Figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Caesar Salad. All by myself, even the dressing. Eat that dammit, eat it. Yeah I had help but still, I made it. It was for a barbecue yesterday and well, it was kinda fun, yeah. I'm gonna go for another one later this evening too. Whoa. I think I'm gonna be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need a map. Figure that one out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be jamming today. Guess we couldn't get down to it? Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;. Actually very. Fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm locked in a companion cube. Figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4725694092726891666?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4725694092726891666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4725694092726891666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4725694092726891666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4725694092726891666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirtbag.html' title='Dirtbag'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5863802991127110354</id><published>2008-06-08T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:09:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Band</title><content type='html'>"We are 'Like A Band'". Imagine that, Eugene yesterday, with a bunch of people he had only just met, forming a band and performing at Home Club yesterday only after three months. It was fuck good. I'm damn pissed off now. If Eugene, can form a band with strangers and within three months come up with 2 originals that works. What about us? Took us like forever to get down to jam and write 1 song, some more when our members are all over the place and getting them to come together is a chore. Take Wei Qiang for example, our greatest drummer, is always so busy that just getting him to come is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More i think about it, the more i can't seem to sit down and wait, Chocolate has changed her parts yet she is still at home and not doing what she was made to do. I feel sorry for her, bet she must hate me. She is one of the things i still love a lot, i know she won't leave me or betray me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to form a new band and make jamming a routine thing, like church or something. The Cult Of Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess if i could use songs to represent how I'm feeling then... "Crazy Angel" by Kill Hannah ,"Swing Life Away" by Rise Against and perhaps "No One Else" by Weezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5863802991127110354?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5863802991127110354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5863802991127110354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5863802991127110354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5863802991127110354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-band.html' title='Like A Band'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1693746773568703832</id><published>2008-06-02T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:02:10.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Club</title><content type='html'>Camp was pretty ok. Nothing fantastic and it didn't suck too bad, so yeah, i had fun, made a couple of friends. I think... When we broke camp they just said whoever is still here at the camp is in the club so yeah, free pool. After that some of us stayed back for lunch with the seniors which kind of delayed into dinner. We ate at Soul Garden in Taka, service wasn't so bad as the last time i was there, lots of fun stuff, lots of disgusting stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most fun part of the camp, well, wasn't part of the camp since it was after but anyway, here's the disgusting/fun part. We kinda got bored so we dumped orange and blackcurrant miranda, sea hum (whatever this shit is spelt), oysters, peppermint, chocolate and choc chip ice cream, satay sauce, wasabi, cooked and raw eggs, raw beef, chili sauce, chin chow, ice kachang syrup and chicken stock. So we played a game and loser would have to eat that shit with a piece of tau pok, which is like a spoonge. I ate it once. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays now, shit is looking better, i got like about 100 in my wallet and another 500 in the bank. Meaning i can finally get my bass effects and new clothes. Yes!!! Thing is my date is pushed back another week, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1693746773568703832?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1693746773568703832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1693746773568703832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1693746773568703832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1693746773568703832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/06/pool-club.html' title='Pool Club'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3729192787320109787</id><published>2008-05-28T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:11:05.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you in the morning.</title><content type='html'>"Sunday" by Bloc Party, thats kind of like what I'm feeling now. Thing is I don't know if she feels the same way, or even if she likes me back at all. I guess I'm trying out what Trav and Feris advised, which is to like take things easy and try to know her. I guess. The world suddenly feels so heavy, I feel like Atlas, trying to keep the sky and earth apart with whatever he strength he has left. Why is this shit so difficult? Or is it just me? Because I always get upset over the smallest matters which aren't even there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I kind of feel like "L.G. FUAD" by Motion City Soundtrack too. Someone give me a sign please, like which way am I supposed to go? Guess I am already dead, on the inside but I can still pretend. I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like "A Praise Chorus" by Jimmy Eat World. Just change the parts where he relates the song to rock and roll because this song, if I'm not wrong, is about starting the band, like the band's love for rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is the reason why "The Vandals" died out a long time ago, they are just hyper for a few days before realising the effects. I don't think I'm gonna give up, I don't want to give up, doh. We haven't even gone that far yet, hell, we haven't even started, I think its just in my head. Fuck, I'm a real piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3729192787320109787?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3729192787320109787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3729192787320109787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3729192787320109787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3729192787320109787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you-in-morning.html' title='I love you in the morning.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3889420045005748915</id><published>2008-05-26T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:25:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Force</title><content type='html'>This week we have got 3 projects due, only one of them is done. What are they trying to do? Drown us with projects and homework just before school ends? Fucking sadists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah guys! Class is over so lets have a barbecue on the 17th of June and Sher's place!!!" Says I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not so fast bitch, here's a crap load of work to stress your balls out." Says all my lecturers in unison, all with some sort of a twisted smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bored lately that instead of actually getting down to start on my work, I start watching youtube and waste time. There is this really good show, it's called the NoobToob. It basically is an independent gaming podcast and they say a lot of honest shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how GTA4 is getting 10/10s everywhere but it is just a 9.5/10. I actually disagree with them but they make a lot of sense, like Rockstar paid all these gaming reviewers and threw in a few hookers and free alcohol just to rate their game. I mean, even if they were playing a really shitty game like Hello Kitty or something like that, at least they had a crap load of fun playing the game even if the game isn't fun. I mean, you hardly play a game half-drunk with someone sucking your dick at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3889420045005748915?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3889420045005748915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3889420045005748915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3889420045005748915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3889420045005748915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/driving-force.html' title='Driving Force'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6691522354488744167</id><published>2008-05-22T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:48:25.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Girl In Town.</title><content type='html'>I feel damn old school today. Like, have you heard of "The Vandals"? They are a really old band and they play punk. You might listen to them and say it isn't punk but let me tell you something, "Blink182" and all those other post-punk acts are not punk. They are post-punk. Learn the difference, bitches. So Rise Against is not really punk, it is more of a post-political punk band than punk. Some good examples of punk are "The Sex Pistols", "The Vandals" and "The Clash". Anyway, listen to "I Have A Date" by "The Vandals", (&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=LdvKaFS3Wf8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=LdvKaFS3Wf8&lt;/a&gt;) thats exactly what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't understand the song, or understand the song title for whatever reason, this was basically the thing that kinda made me feel bummed about. I just couldn't get around to asking her out and well. I was supposed to meet her today with Kai Ling and June to go to EXPO but she couldn't make it as she wasn't feeling well. So i just thought to hell with it and sent her a text asking her out. This is not effective communication, i know. I don't like it too. I prefer face to face. It says alot more that way. Oh and she said yes. YES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this music vid out, it is one hell of an idea. (&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EoHfgIHvQE8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=EoHfgIHvQE8&lt;/a&gt;) This band makes awesome music videos, if you know which is the other one of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing happened! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6691522354488744167?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6691522354488744167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6691522354488744167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6691522354488744167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6691522354488744167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/cutest-girl-in-town.html' title='The Cutest Girl In Town.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8169891030976627436</id><published>2008-05-21T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:49:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Do you think it is alright to be seeing more than one person of the opposite sex?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-No. I think guys like that ought to be shot dead, no, he should be castrated then shot in the balls and left for dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What do you want the most now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-To pluck up some fucking courage and rush in foolishly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Do you believe in afterlife?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yes and no. It depends because i believe the different religions do exist. So i believe there is heaven, i believe there is resurrection and i also believe that people die and that's the end of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yeah, especially when they can't seem to realise what they are doing is wrong/irritating/fucked up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. What will you do, if a totally not idealistic opposite gender person confess to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-99.9% i would reject her. 0.1% is for those whom i used to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. What do you think of the idea of people (even yourself) having crushes on other people while they(the 'crushers') are attached?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I guess it's alright.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. What impossible things you would wish to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I wanna be a kamen rider.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I do believe in soul mates. Its just that they are really hard to find.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Have you broken some one's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-No. I don't think I'm that awesome a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The "I wanna release all my anger on the world and create art out of the chaos" kind of feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-She must be able to understand me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The "I can't do anything about it and i can only sulk and be emo" kind of feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-No, i don't cherish those that don't last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anything you're looking forward to in the next few weeks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Step up for down gig at SP on 8th June. 27-40 bucks. Join me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the sweetest thing someone of the opposite gender has done for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A really sweet thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Whomever I'm gonna be in love with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you find life meaningless?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yes and no. Life is meaningless because no matter how we had lived, we are still gonna die. Yes only if whatever we had done left something to be remembered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you love the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I dunno. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will you do if your best friend falls in love with the same person as you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Then we would have to see who the girl likes. If she likes him, I guess i can't do anything. If she likes another guy other than the two of us, I would pretty much try my best to make her hate that guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the craziest thing(s) you ever did?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Haha. Ok, when i was young, i was really bored and i experimented how wide my ear was so i stuck peas into my ears and see if i could still pull them out and one of them got stuck. So i had to go to the hospital to get it pulled out. I can swear on my miserable and stunning life that it had happened, you can ask my family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the question i removed was Question 1 on Hilmi's blog. (When will the Sun not shine and when will the World end?) because it was a really lame question and i don't know shit about when it would end. Though it is predicted to end on 12-12-2012.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 8 peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hilmi, Max, Travis, Tian Ding, Wei Qiang, Noelle, Christel and Shermaine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something good is supposed to happen. So i'm counting on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Roar~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8169891030976627436?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8169891030976627436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8169891030976627436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8169891030976627436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8169891030976627436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/quizzed.html' title='Quizzed'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3074631173532338969</id><published>2008-05-20T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:23:58.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. With the answers down, or even comment on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Hold On - Razorlight.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah sure, hold on and wait? Fuck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Only Heart - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;(I guess only in the hearts of those who love me. I'm gonna crash and burn, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Homesick - The Vines&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not so sure who is this "best friend", but if you are the one, go back home k?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Shallow Bay - Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;(Cool, I'm a California castaway. Don't fuck with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;C.16th+ - These New Puritans&lt;br /&gt;(Erm. In history class, we would say, "we were right".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How can you get ahead with life?&lt;br /&gt;Year of tha Boomerang - Rage Against The Machine&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah! Rise, Rebel, its time for a new Revolution!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Whats the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;The Carpal Tunnel Of Love - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;(We are so miserable and stunning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Describe your grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Blood To Bleed - Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;(This is not true, I still love them like hell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Face - Suburban Kids With Biblical Names&lt;br /&gt;(I guess I'm madly in love with someone and i want her to know it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What will be played at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Mary Without Sound - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;(It's a battle I will lose. Death would bring about silence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Got Ma Nuts from a Hippy - The Fratellis&lt;br /&gt;(I think i will be sad over a girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;(I think they love me? But we kinda broke away for some reason...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Rainfall - The Vines&lt;br /&gt;(I think alot of people do, its just that I'm trying to run away from it.XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Here it Goes - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;(I don't need attention or an invitation. I rock and roll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;July Jones - The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;(I don't seem to see any link with the song and the question.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;Next Year - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;(I will be stripping for a year and come home on the next.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What does your mom think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Two More Years - Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;("Yup, two more years of poly, so hold on Shaun, you can do it", thinks mum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;Alfie - Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;(WTF I smoke weed, I'm high on CHC, I watch alot of TV, I swear alot, I waste my life away, I'm lazy, I'm never gonna get laid because I only play my computer games, I'm a twat and I wear a stupid filthy cap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What is your enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Best of You - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not gonna let all of you best me you motherfuckers, not after what you had done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Whats your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;Burn the Witch - Queens of The Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a liar, I gossip alot, I make matters worse and I can't keep secrets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Clock With No Hands - The Roots&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think this is appropriate for my wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG FIVE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;1. Hilmi&lt;br /&gt;2. Travis&lt;br /&gt;3. Max&lt;br /&gt;4. Shermaine&lt;br /&gt;5. Christel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be really shit bored to do this. Can you imagine, if like your player is full of emo shit songs, all the answers to the questions is gonna be shit weird. Sadly, because of Faris's music, the chances of getting my fav songs into the quiz has been decreased to about 0.005% each. Wow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Roar~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3074631173532338969?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3074631173532338969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3074631173532338969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3074631173532338969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3074631173532338969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/quizzy.html' title='Quizzy'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3053071084682848057</id><published>2008-05-18T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:30:13.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances.</title><content type='html'>I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been letting go of what little chance i have and I'm running out of it fast. It's like every time that i try to reach out and grab it, something holds me back. I really hate watching each one go by and i just fidget helplessly, fighting some stupid war in my head. Why can't i just start doing something about it? Standing around and just watching is starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound fucking pathetic. I think i am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke, my pay doesn't come till about two weeks later and i want a pair of Topman jeans and my Cotton On hoody. I also need a lot of new tees. I think what I'm wearing out nowadays is pretty routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life pretty much sucks for me now. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3053071084682848057?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3053071084682848057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3053071084682848057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3053071084682848057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3053071084682848057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/chances.html' title='Chances.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-9148410270024368799</id><published>2008-05-14T09:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:37:00.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Racer Go!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday rocks balls, Speed Racer rocks balls at 800 km/h. Wow. Awesome movie, even though i was just watching mostly cg and the actors all acted on a blue screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is almost over, next Monday is my last day. Hopefully the band can get back together and start rocking out. Ok? I just changed my neck and pickups so Chocolate is raring to go. Think my pay is gonna go into my bass effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is really becoming a drag nowadays, talking about my life is really hard because there are so many things going on in my head and I can't seem to link or make sense out of all the thoughts in my head. My brain can't seem to work properly nowadays and i think something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will just talk about one thing that hasn't driven me off the edge yet. Music. If you are reading this (I'm only targeting one person). Listen to the song 'Maps' by the "Yeah Yeah Yeahs". And figure out what I'm trying to tell you. Some words are not easy to say out loud, but easier to say with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-9148410270024368799?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/9148410270024368799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=9148410270024368799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/9148410270024368799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/9148410270024368799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/speed-racer-go.html' title='Speed Racer Go!!!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-423305612814872360</id><published>2008-05-08T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:33:32.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayness.</title><content type='html'>More and more projects are coming in now. Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling asked me why i don't have a girlfriend yet since I'm in poly now and there are girls around. I said that there wasn't anyone who interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said i should just start looking for more normal girls instead of having such high expectations. Then i thought about it and it struck me.&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;This is the exact reason why there are more and more gays on the streets now. The good/normal girls are running out, like fast. Have you ever seen those shirts that says "Why are all the good guys attached, married or gay?" Answer is simple, the good girls are running out. Haha. In your face bitch, you, who wear shirts like that, probably are one of those bellow average girls that good guys avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lians, bitches and poseurs are probaby single because you all are horrible. So if you all read this, start and change, then maybe our homosexuality problem in Singapore might come to an end. This doesnt mean that you are horrible if you are single, for you it means time, for the others, please change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-423305612814872360?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/423305612814872360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=423305612814872360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/423305612814872360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/423305612814872360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/gayness.html' title='Gayness.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7775572920828711468</id><published>2008-05-02T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:52:40.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Seventeen</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm a year older and guess what, it doesn't feel any different as compared to me being 16 yesterday. Wowoweewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 decided to surround me and scream out a birthday song to me during break. Then Christel did her mad slap frenzy on me. Then Sher surprised me with like 2 pairs of trunks, which in case you didn't know, are boxer briefs, or tight boxers. Then she told me this seriously long story about buying the trunks by herself and how did the salesgirl approached her... And stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you buying boxers for your boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm getting it for my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh your boyfriend, OK. Do you know what size is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know how BIG is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on you should know how big is he."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went on and on about Sher buying boxers for her "BOYFRIEND" and seems to be having a sexual relationship with her "BOYFRIEND". The last kind of relationship i would wanna have with Sher would be a sexual relationship, no it is not even the last, it is not even in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have i got until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rita got me a box of brownies from Mrs Field's.&lt;br /&gt;-Sher, Sean, Christel and whoever was involved got me a comic strip and emo pattern trunks.&lt;br /&gt;-Siti gave me a 20 dollar Capitaland Voucher.&lt;br /&gt;-My family gave me about 200 dollars in total, which i spent a part of it on my Tonerider pickups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have a lot of wishes, however i only want one to come true and actually its the only wish i made even though i had like 3-4 birthday cakes already. Since i cant say it out because it is a myth that wishes wont come true if you say it out. So can anyone guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7775572920828711468?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7775572920828711468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7775572920828711468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7775572920828711468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7775572920828711468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/sour-seventeen.html' title='Sour Seventeen'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7058557427097509526</id><published>2008-04-25T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:06:06.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starfucks.</title><content type='html'>I think the idea of working after school is a crazy idea. Everyday get home like really late and i get only about 5 hours sleep. I think my lack of sleep is really starting to show. I hope the money i get is enough to get my pick-ups and effects after this 3 weeks and pay back the two five o's i owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i finished late, because of some customers who couldn't give up on shopping. Ling and June were nice enough to wait up for me so we could get some coffee together. One thing i love to do when i drink at Starbucks is to try their special blends, which is just plain black coffee made with different blends of coffee beans. So last night i tried the Muan Jai one and i must say, it was one of the most bitter coffees that i had ever had in my life, it's like 4 shots of espresso made with 2 times the coffee beans and half of the water. Even after 3 bags of brown sugar, it still tasted very bitter, so as a result, i slept at about 3 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are heading of to MOS for the school's party. I think it is a waste of time, really. I want to go home and get some sleep and play some Rock Band. Besides, i got work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7058557427097509526?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7058557427097509526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7058557427097509526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7058557427097509526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7058557427097509526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/starfucks.html' title='Starfucks.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4728945384008670958</id><published>2008-04-23T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:10:18.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspector Calls.</title><content type='html'>I think like 95% of people in CASS are like CASS without the C. Most of them who went to the play are like total idiots. Even those who are in DADP, which stands for "DIPLOMA IN APPLIED DRAMA AND PSYCHOLOGY". The fact that the word drama is in there, i think these people should know the difference between a comedy and a thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play i watched was a fair attempt. Fair. Meaning slightly above average. I mean, they have got an interesting plot, an AWESOME set (I emphasise on the word awesome because their set looks really expensive, sets like that dont come cheap), the actors did a fair attempt at interpreting the lines in their own manner. I say fair, because sometimes the lines they try to pull off come out really cheesy. Like, OMG that was so sudden, it just stops the flow of events right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines that the people laughed their dumb heads off were not meant as a joke, but more rather to lighten the tense atmosphere that was between the actors. They are not meant to be laughed at. Why? Simple really, the main difference between a comedy and a thriller is the space in between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a comedy, after a punchline has been delivered, there would be a pause of some sort so that the audience can grasp the joke and laugh it off. In a thriller, the actors would continue narrating their lines. So well, i guess idiots are well, idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think that last week's artice on whining instead of complaining is true. I am bitching instead of saying it out to them. Why? Because these people are idiots. So, they can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was great on our level, but to me, it was fair. To the people in my school, they might think it is an awesome play, however, i think the only saving grace was what made them think it was an awesome play. The final line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4728945384008670958?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4728945384008670958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4728945384008670958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4728945384008670958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4728945384008670958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspector-calls.html' title='An Inspector Calls.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8953036178334830095</id><published>2008-04-19T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:17:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy Club</title><content type='html'>I need a few more albums. Anything by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;2. Hole&lt;br /&gt;3. Garbage&lt;br /&gt;4. Anarchy Club&lt;br /&gt;5. Freezepop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...would do perfectly, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you managed to see the link in these bands then i must say, I'm shit addicted to the 'link'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda spent my afternoon practicing the songs i already know and learning a few more. I think you should know this one, its called 'Like The Angel' and its by 'Rise Against'. They are one of the greatest political bands to exist in the 21st century. I'm pretty sure most of you guys know this one since I've been promoting 'Rise Against' ever since this blog started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week in class in this very new and alien environment, these are what some of my classmates said of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl said that I was fierce and intimidating. Another said, "the thing that is soooo amusing about shaun is that his sense of humor is soooo funny!!!" Some said i was emo. So that kind of makes me, the emotional, funny and angsty kind of guy. Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna get myself this coffee machine. It costs about 80 bucks and it only works with this set of capsules that are about a dollar each. The machine makes awesome coffee and the capsules come with different variations of the espresso i love very much. They got the strong and bitter ones and the woody mild ones. Think of it as an investment so that i need not head to starbucks to enjoy an espresso for 6 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8953036178334830095?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8953036178334830095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8953036178334830095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8953036178334830095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8953036178334830095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/anarchy-club.html' title='Anarchy Club'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4233945144079918815</id><published>2008-04-18T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:45:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McGridles.</title><content type='html'>I think the McGridles, are shit awful. Its basically a Sausage McPancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of you know that i really hate eating McDonald's and well, i still hate that place. I had to eat there because we were doing a project and well, it basically shows how disgusting some fast food can be. So yeah, awesomeness, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, nothing bad had happened to me today, yet I am getting a little upset over something. I think it's because I haven't got enough money lately and I'm shit broke. Or maybe it is something else. I think it is something else, like something that isn't material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i would have the weekend 4 music and chocolate therapy. Oh and PS3 therapy, because smashing and killing shit is hell therapeutic. Oh and for those who had been posting in my board saying that you have got the albums? Can you just open a sharing folder with me and just dump them all in please? Less Talk More Rokk people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4233945144079918815?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4233945144079918815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4233945144079918815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4233945144079918815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4233945144079918815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/mcgridles.html' title='McGridles.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7173658843230024473</id><published>2008-04-15T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:24:33.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Development.</title><content type='html'>Today, is lame day, or rather, today was more of a lame day than other lame days. I think that happens alot in my class, like some random guy/gal would say something so lame, that lame isn't the word. It would be, (FILL THE LAME CLASSMATE'S NAMES HERE). Like, we would just stone at the sheer lameness of what that person just said. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really weird, i volunteered to take charge of our character development project which was basically CIP. So well, I'm asking one of the girls to get into contact with her friend and see if we could help out at a kid's home. Yay, lollipops are on me!!! I think i would do all the fun stuff like catching and hide and seek with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like my classmates more and more now, not in the sense that i have a certain liking towards a girl, which 99.99999999999999999999999 X infinity% won't happen. The remaining 0.111111111111 so on % is a tiny possibility. Haha, i think the girls in my course are generally, well, erm, i think the phrase "not my type" is used here although there is something else that is bugging me. Perhaps i haven't gotten over the past one yet. OMGYRUDOIN'DIS2ME!!!!!!!!! ARGHWOBSHDASHWOBSDASHWOBSHWOBSHWOBSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our library is awesome, we could like rent the media room for free to watch any videos they have out for lending. SHIYEA!!! We kinda spent our breaks watching "Just Like Heaven" today. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate singing in "Rock Band", bitch hard to do the QOTSA song on easy. NO!!!! I failed you Josh Homme, your awesomeness just doesn't apply to someone like me, nonetheless, I will strive to be as good a vocalist as you are and own the world. I don't need some silly game to judge my style of singing and interpreting the songs i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda hunting for albums by these bands now, they are kinda good and if you do manage to get hold of them, please, do be a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Death From Above 1979&lt;br /&gt;2. Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;3. The Styles&lt;br /&gt;4. Make Good Your Escape&lt;br /&gt;5. Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;6. Maximo Park&lt;br /&gt;7. Louis XIV&lt;br /&gt;8. Rock And Roll Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;9. White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;10. Rise Against- Sufferer and The Witness&lt;br /&gt;11. Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7173658843230024473?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7173658843230024473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7173658843230024473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7173658843230024473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7173658843230024473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/character-development.html' title='Character Development.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-720137739158091038</id><published>2008-04-14T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:53:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>File Sharing</title><content type='html'>My library, is bitch awesome. We have like music here and they carry BLOC PARTY!!! AWESOME!!! So i was spending most of my breaks in between lessons riping music. Bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started, I think that is a good thing right? Oh well, the lessons i had today were ok, i guess. My business class was B to the O to the R to the I to the N to the G. Oh and i was late for school, by like 20 minutes, I fucking hate rush hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are getting more and more friendly as we start to know each other. So hahaha, all i need now is to form a band and i am all set for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-720137739158091038?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/720137739158091038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=720137739158091038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/720137739158091038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/720137739158091038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/file-sharing.html' title='File Sharing'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1853430644825141281</id><published>2008-04-10T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:25:23.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta. Stay. Calm.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Healmi's blog post, I kinda think he is in the extreme opposite of my class, most of you should know that the extremes are always bad. His class peps are introverted. Mine are extremely extroverted. Its so bad that i think 'shutting up' to them is like a death sentence. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people think that being in Media and Communications has like loads of chicks. I guess so, although i think that they are all in the other classes other than mine. Why. There is this chick in DMC 01 and she is really cute. Thing is she is malay. And she is the type who follows tradition. Oh well, she loses out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of orientation was the worst. I didn't even know what class i was in and i came in late so, yeah. So naturally, i put up one of those, 'its alright, i know what im doing, and im dead serious' kind of serious looking faces. One of the girls thought that I was, quote, "fierce and intimidating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was fun, we had this mass drumming session, I played the Djembe, a drum which came from Africa, I think. Then we had some amazing race, our class got third. Bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was flag day. Woke up like damn early to be at serangoon mrt at 7, then i just stayed till about 11 then went home to sleep. I managed to collect 30 bucks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1853430644825141281?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1853430644825141281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1853430644825141281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1853430644825141281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1853430644825141281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/gotta-stay-calm.html' title='Gotta. Stay. Calm.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8830059976365171434</id><published>2008-04-04T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:56:26.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Music Is My Life"... Pheh.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen those tees that says 'Music Is My Life' or 'Music Is My Religion' or something along those lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something, i hate those tees, so i would naturally hate all those people wearing those tees. I mean, music is not your life, just because you listen to what other people listen to and think you like bands like RJA and Panic!, doesn't make music your damn life. It has nothing to do with you, unless you are some rock star like Slash or Josh Homme where music is everything to them. Still, you won't see them wearing shit like that on the street right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, music is not life, because it was never living, it's just something that cures. It is not something needed to live, but its something that helps the living live better. Like alcohol, cigs, drugs, chocolate, branded stuff, sex, the good and bad things you do to relax. Music is all of that, it changes with each genre to solve the different needs. Like some people listen to classical to relax, some listen to rock because the songs are about reality and they can relate their problems to it. Others listen to crap like hip-hop, R&amp;amp;B and rap because they think 'talking really fast to a beat' is cool. Oh well, i guess 'gang-stas need umbre-llas. ella ella ella.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So music is not my life, it is just an important part of it. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present shopping for my colleague was really interesting, we thought about getting her something memorable, so we went to a sex shop in Bugis. Although the shop says that nobody below 23 is allowed in, my senior, who was 28, managed to talk the girl in the shop into letting us in. I must say, if you are really despo, that place has everything you need. The anus of sexual pleasure is in that place, literally. We bought her some edible underwear, glow in the dark condoms and some lubricant. Fun for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a pair of shorts from cotton on, and cotton on is a brand. Don't you all get any dirty thoughts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to watch 'Bucket List'. Not bad movie, definitely gave me something to think about, no one actually knows when they are gonna die, so when are we gonna actually get down to doing the things we wanted to do? If we die tomorrow, are we gonna look back at our lives and wish we had done more or just laugh at everything we had done before and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8830059976365171434?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8830059976365171434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8830059976365171434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8830059976365171434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8830059976365171434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-is-my-life-pheh.html' title='&quot;Music Is My Life&quot;... Pheh.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8027334701218893420</id><published>2008-04-01T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:27:11.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools.</title><content type='html'>Today, is a friend's birthday, so this is to you Alfred, happy birthday, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went out for sushi, i didn't go because my wallet had a few million molecules of air in it. Didn't want to waste all of that. So spent my time completing 2 games my friend lent me, CoD 4 and Lost Planet. CoD 4 was quite hard for normal level, and the only challenge in Lost Planet was "Green Eye". The bad ass version of my VS at the end wasn't so bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna go shopping, think im gonna get a pair of shorts and get a present for a colleague. Though im not paying for it yet, just shopping with the others to get the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is my school's orientation, i dunno where to report to and what to bring, so i think i dont really wanna go. See how eh. &lt;a href="http://www.sp.edu.sg/SPweb/ShowBinary/BEA%20Repository/CurrentStudents/LifeAtSP/NewStudentOrientation/FOPSchedule.pdf"&gt;http://www.sp.edu.sg/SPweb/ShowBinary/BEA%20Repository/CurrentStudents/LifeAtSP/NewStudentOrientation/FOPSchedule.pdf&lt;/a&gt; Thats all i have for now. Anyone can help me decipher this timetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8027334701218893420?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8027334701218893420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8027334701218893420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8027334701218893420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8027334701218893420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-819949200954201572</id><published>2008-03-27T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:07:07.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise City.</title><content type='html'>Playstation 3 is addictive. I got so fed up playing Burnout Paradise because the burning route for one of the cars was shit irritating. It was virtually impossible to get to the finish line by driving on the main roads. So i spent like half an hour analysing all the possible routes and shortcuts to just unlock the special edition of that one car. Then after completing the burning route and unlocking that car, i totally left it in the junkyard and used the others. I hate speed type cars, I prefer stunt type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sorry for not updating for such a long time, usually when i don't update means that i got something more awesome to do, which you all should know by now. I bought 2 games, one being Burnout and the other would be The Eye of Judgement, which i totally did not regret getting at all. The eye toy which came with the EOJ could be used in the other games too. For example, the eye toy in EOJ was to read the cards on the play mat. In Burnout Paradise, it was for taking a photo for your licence. I spent like forever to get the most boring photo of myself on that silly liscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a HD tv. I think i need another controller too. I think i need some more games as well. I also think that im gonna be shit broke real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-819949200954201572?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/819949200954201572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=819949200954201572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/819949200954201572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/819949200954201572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/paradise-city.html' title='Paradise City.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5040567575102987077</id><published>2008-03-22T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:53:24.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Orks.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna stop playing Winter Assault for a while. The missions have gotten insanely hard, I gotta protect some silly convoy and make sure the little boys won't run away and work independently while eradicating the scum of the earth at the same time. And my squad cap is reduced by a lot so I can't create a load of guardsmen as cannon fodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is almost over. Yay. Just 4 more days and I'm done. My only off day is Tuesday, which I'm gonna spend getting my ps3 and watching Be Kind, Rewind and Vantage Point. Then from Friday onwards is freedom. I wanna rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5040567575102987077?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5040567575102987077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5040567575102987077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5040567575102987077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5040567575102987077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloody-orks.html' title='Bloody Orks.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-3612291563131981027</id><published>2008-03-21T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:52:15.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better a crippled body than a crippled mind.</title><content type='html'>I finally fixed my Dawn of War. So if these past few days you wanted to say something to me on msn and i was either busy or offline, it's probably I'm getting rid of heretics. The more i play DOW, the more i realised how similar the different races of DOW are like us, how ugly they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the Space Marines, the ones who kill the heretics, burn the mutants and purge the unclean, are really like those racists you see everywhere. They hate everything that is not human, even those who helped them, like the Eldar for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eldar on the other hand are like the proud snobs you see everywhere, very arrogant, no wonder the Space Marines hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orcs are the most dumb and violent race in the game, pretty much like your everyday bengs. Hah. Dimwits. They love war and love to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos are the tainted Space Marines who turned on them like years ago. They are your cultists, basically the people who believe in the dark gods and do sacrifices of blood and flesh. Fun to use, more fun to kill, their normal units are pathetic, but the ones who really are possessed are the threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperial Guards on the other hand are the extremists, your terrorists. They would fight to the very end, even if it meant death for what they believe in. If anyone of their guardsmen would retreat or run in fear, they are sure to execute him immediately. They are my primary race, I somehow like their units and style of fighting. To them, objectives are primary, everything else is secondary, even their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necrons are your haters, they hate everything that lives, because they are all machines who have been eradicated ages ago by the Eldar. Somehow they are back to join in the conflict and kill everything that lives. I like their army, but it isn't as fun as the Imperial Guards, because they are dead, and zombies aren't known for walking quickly or doing anything quickly for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tau Empire. The only thing i can say about them is that they are like our politicians. They believe in the greater good and everything they ever do is for the damn greater good. And running their army is really expensive. Not my favourite, I remember once i was using the Imperial Guards against The Tau Empire and i totally erased them from the map, and it was Joel who was using the Tau Empire, wow, i thought he was good, guess i thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my hands on Soulstorm yet, the Sisters of Battle look mighty impressive. Oh well, i still got like Winter Assault and Dark Crusade to finish, so don't expect to see me online for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-3612291563131981027?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3612291563131981027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=3612291563131981027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3612291563131981027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/3612291563131981027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-crippled-body-than-crippled-mind.html' title='Better a crippled body than a crippled mind.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-66258586216576729</id><published>2008-03-17T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:14:00.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn Of War</title><content type='html'>Just bought the Dawn Of War Anthology, fucking thing doesn't work and it costs me 76.90. So i called up the New Era company and well, I'm still trying to configure the shit out. I payed 76.90 to play, bitches, not for some lame ass configuration problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got the time to update because i was really busy, using my laptop, playing Cabal and World in Conflict. So here is a summary of what i had been doing this past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped a Russian invasion and indirectly stopped WW3 in World in Conflict. Went to Sentosa on Saturday and got sun burnt till i got a fever which caused me to miss a day of work. Learning Californication on bass. Getting the stupid Dawn Of War to work. Wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam. ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-66258586216576729?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/66258586216576729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=66258586216576729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/66258586216576729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/66258586216576729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/dawn-of-war.html' title='Dawn Of War'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6210413524662072898</id><published>2008-03-09T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:08:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAPPY</title><content type='html'>I got my new laptop. Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this post with my laptop. Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only cost me around 1.1k . Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got some really weird colleagues. I mean, my senior, Jennifer, who is a real nutjob, says the lamest shit you can ever think off. Like the reason why she prefers eating fast food to normal food is because eating fast food makes her relax. WTF. So i guess its really stressful to eat rice and noodles. Like ,"RICE!!! ARGH!!! MY BRAIN IS BURNING!!! CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP." Oh and she calls her son like every hour asking him where is he and what is he doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever was her son, i would make up shit just to scare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Boy ah, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm? Oh I'm at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'm kinda with my girlfriend right now... Ops gotta come, no no i meant gotta go, later. *Click"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another colleague who keeps asking whether i got a girlfriend, whether have i done "it" already and how many kids do i wanna have. Ok... Its "no" for the first 2 parts and "3" for the last part of the question, just in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6210413524662072898?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6210413524662072898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6210413524662072898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6210413524662072898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6210413524662072898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/lappy.html' title='LAPPY'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5104998774741476781</id><published>2008-03-01T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:25:20.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so stupid and perfect and stupid and perfect.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm seriously in love with drum and bass music now. Drum and bass, correct me if I'm wrong, is basically what it says, the music consists of mainly drum and bass, with of course vocals and synthesisers and keyboards and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these bands, or should i say pairs, because they only need a drummer and a bassist for this type of music, and sometimes the sessionists who jump in to play too, appeal to me because, well, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two good ones which i know of right now and I'm trying to find some more, one of them would be "Death From Above 1979" which is more rock, which is probably why they appeal to me, and "The Bird and The Bee" which is more electronic, I think i like them because their lead vocals is a bassist and she is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you would have to experience them yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death From Above 1979 - Romantic Rights -&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=StqKf96b4Cs"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=StqKf96b4Cs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bird And The Bee - Again &amp;amp; Again -&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=xDlEXQaMBpk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=xDlEXQaMBpk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, one of them is gonna be here for the Mosaic festival, I would love to go if someone would come along? *Hint hint. I guess, i might even push the idea of buying a ps3 to later if i can get tickets to their gig before they are sold out. (Which is very, very unlikely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5104998774741476781?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5104998774741476781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5104998774741476781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5104998774741476781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5104998774741476781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-so-stupid-and-perfect-and-stupid.html' title='You&apos;re so stupid and perfect and stupid and perfect.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5581355437714121886</id><published>2008-02-25T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:19:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting results</title><content type='html'>I think I'm really late on this, this is just for those who don't know what course I'm heading to, I'm pretty sure most of you would know by now. It's Singapore Poly's Media And Communication course. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bored and well, upset. Because me and the guys were supposed to jam yesterday, then we couldn't because we didn't book a studio in time, which was probably because of one of our guitarists who couldn't confirm in time. So well, fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that you, the reader of this blog, is pretty bored, because if you had something fun to do or something cool to do, you probably wouldn't be reading my blog. So I'm just gonna post a couple of my favourite live versions of my favourite songs in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Without a doubt, this is going to be-&gt; Queens of The Stone Age - A Song For The Deaf.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BS9me6pk1M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BS9me6pk1M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Strokes - Hard To Explain.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cwtr46nAgSU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cwtr46nAgSU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloc Party - Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V6CFyTV5tM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V6CFyTV5tM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rise Against - Like The Angel.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpmZYxmUvl8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpmZYxmUvl8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Desert Sessions - Crawl Home and Make It Wit' Chu.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtARUOnFk7E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtARUOnFk7E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah these guys are from QOTSA, Desert Sessions was just a side project Josh started.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nine Inch Nails - The Hand That Feeds.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6Z40BDbAPU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6Z40BDbAPU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Motion City Soundtrack - My Favourite Accident.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oY_qGuwqSEU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oY_qGuwqSEU&lt;/a&gt; (JESSIE JESS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Killswitch Engage - My Curse.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLzPi41No1o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLzPi41No1o&lt;/a&gt; (This is metal, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Vines - Get Free&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbdaOEMF12E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbdaOEMF12E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; (Craig fails on the guitar swing. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Killers - Mr Brightside.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhMSKdCgVYQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhMSKdCgVYQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5581355437714121886?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5581355437714121886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5581355437714121886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5581355437714121886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5581355437714121886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/02/posting-results.html' title='Posting results'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4937822305524941340</id><published>2008-02-18T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:24:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no.</title><content type='html'>I sent my bass to get a new neck, wanted a 24 fret neck but they didn't have one and getting one would cost me 500 bucks, so i just replaced my old neck with a new Fender P Bass one. Same 20 frets. Once its done i'm gonna bring it down to davis for new strings and new pickups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was one of my worst nights ever, i tried boarding and well, its gonna take me a year to actually get used to it. Oh well. And i spent loads of money that day. Dont really wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you would know this song, if you don't you probably suck. Anyway, watch their music video, the original one with the original band --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch this--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gq7r3F1SoX0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gq7r3F1SoX0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one hell of an idea. If i ever get into some lame poly talent contest, im so gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4937822305524941340?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4937822305524941340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4937822305524941340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4937822305524941340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4937822305524941340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh no.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7154676189420234412</id><published>2008-02-15T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:43:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis.</title><content type='html'>Elvis, I wasn't talking about that king, the king of rock and roll. I'm talking about the new single by 'These New Puritans'. Imagine 'Arctic Monkeys', 'Bloc Party' and a bit of electronica in it and you get 'These New Puritans'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their music is a clash between old-punk, which mainly consist of bands like 'The Vandals' and not new-punk like 'Blink 182', and a bit of trance/electronica. It might take a while to actually like their music, pretty much like 'The Killers' and 'Bloc Party', whose music might sound weird at first, then awesomely awesome after 3-4 times of hearing the same song over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna get their album if I find it. This isn't gonna be a band that would hit mainstream radio for all the bengs and lians to go and listen to. So it is pretty awesome. I know that most of these people have already started listening to 'Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' and 'Arctic Monkeys'. I mean, what is wrong with these people? First they start wearing our clothes in a horrible manner, then listening to our music and commenting about it, like the way the comment on their, how should i put it... Chinese music. Oh well, if you ever see a person with a horrible dress sense, terrible hair colour, is chinese and speaks a combination of chinese and dialect, you probably would know who I am talking about. The girls are especially easy to spot, especially the 'chubby ones'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times in Secondary school where we commented on their misspellings when typing. Like 'worx'. Somehow, when it comes to these people, it really is hard to actually say something nice about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably is because today and tommorrow is my off day and I'm pissing bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7154676189420234412?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7154676189420234412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7154676189420234412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7154676189420234412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7154676189420234412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/02/elvis.html' title='Elvis.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6230709496467484466</id><published>2008-02-11T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:45:50.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Alarm.</title><content type='html'>I got three new albums. Bloc Party's 'Silent Alarm' 2 disc edition, The Vines' 'Highly Evolved' and 'Winning Days'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Chinese new year is over. As most of you know, most of my CNY was spent working, despite that, I managed to get 500+ dollars worth of hong bao. Cool. I didn't go for the gig during chinese new year though. Han Rong couldn't make it because of some food fight. Lol. Well, I didn't know untill he replied my message 2 hours later. One of which was spent outside DXO listening to their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go through my first day of chinese new year. I was off because Robinson's was closed. My parents and my sister called me a gay because of the way i dressed. I mean, what is wrong with wearing a pair of black pants, pink t-shirt and having Julian Casablancas's hair? Well, i guess my family has really off tastes. Look, if what i'm wearing is gay, then look at real gays and compare, you morons. I mean there are gays who wear blouses and all sorts of female clothes. My clothes aren't girl's clothes. Though i must admit, gays aren't as obvious as lesbos. There was one i saw the other day wearing white dress shoes, white trousers and a panama shirt. If that was not obvious enough, she was holding a girl's hand. Talking about lesbos makes me think about a certain lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the band is geting back again, or at least trying to. I can get Tian Ding but Eugene is a little hard to get and Alfred is not replying to my messages at all. That nitwit, and the others said he was gonna come along to. Well, there always is Wei Qiang but getting him is gonna be hard. Nick is kinda busy with his restaurant i think, me and the guys are gonna support him this saturday. It costs 28 bucks for a five course meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My psp is under repair. So i kinda got nothing to do, other than playing Rockstar's Bully on PS2, it is an awesome game ok. I mean, how often do you actually stand up to everyone in your school, even the teachers and prefects? Play it if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6230709496467484466?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6230709496467484466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6230709496467484466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6230709496467484466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6230709496467484466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/02/silent-alarm.html' title='Silent Alarm.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7982675679196416205</id><published>2008-02-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:22:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride with me.</title><content type='html'>Bored aloud ignore the right to be.&lt;br /&gt;Invite me down because we like to see,&lt;br /&gt;The colors through your loaded mind.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world and liberate our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what song this is, Google one of the lines. You probably won't be surprised by the result. They are one heck of an awesome band anyway. The lead singer/ guitarist is autistic by the way, yet he can write lyrics like this. That is freaking awesome ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really am starting to hate kids, even though I really like them. There was this kid who came to my counter the other day with his parents while I was working. He was kinda cute but then, he walked up to my mirror and spat at it. I was shocked, not because the kid spat at the mirror, but because his dad saw what happened but just walked away. Luckily that kid was shopping at my counter while i was working, if not i would have slapped him in front of his bitch-assed father and then slap his father in front of his pea-brained asshole of a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever become a dad, i would slap my son in front of the person working and make my son clean the bloody mirror if he ever did that. Oh well, i guess he spat at the damned mirror because his reflection was butt-ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went CNY shopping today. Yay. I got myself my Esprit pants. They are tight fit but they aren't tight at all, they just look like it. Either that or i got slim legs. I also got myself four pairs of boxers! My mum only got me the standard looking ones which are a bit gay and table cloth like. I got 2 by myself which were gayer and more... Well... Gay. One had tortoise print on it and the other had cow spots printed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted spongebob ones. Or ones that had mickey mouse on it. Or more weirder ones like and elephant head which had a hole in it so you can stick your sausage through and that would be the elephant's snout. Lol. I think if i ever become a designer, I'm gonna start off by doing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7982675679196416205?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7982675679196416205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7982675679196416205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7982675679196416205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7982675679196416205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/02/ride-with-me.html' title='Ride with me.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5102652649125836001</id><published>2008-01-31T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:01:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Free</title><content type='html'>Playing songs by 'The Vines' has gotten really addictive. Their songs has got this style or feel about them that is hard not to sing along or air guitar whenever i hear their songs. I rarely air guitar because i got a bass by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to like bands that start with a 'The' in their band names. Like 'The Strokes', 'The White Stripes', 'The Vines', 'The Rolling Stones', 'The Police', 'The Great Spy Experiment' and 'The Who'. So for this third band, as Wolfy would call it, i probably would put a 'The' in our band name. Like Wolfy's 'The Duh' or maybe something like, 'The Angsanas'. Whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is coming, gong xi fa cai bitches. I'm looking forward to three things this CNY, money, abalone and bak kuah. Looks like some people are gonna miss out on the bak kuah again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done any CNY shopping yet, meaning i have absolutely no new clothes for CNY (WTF!). Really disapointing, because i dont even have new boxers. Yeah. I like boxers. Briefs are so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5102652649125836001?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5102652649125836001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5102652649125836001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5102652649125836001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5102652649125836001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-free.html' title='Get Free'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8168347525327828724</id><published>2008-01-27T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:05:57.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No order of importance.</title><content type='html'>The following arrangement of numbers and letters would represent the courses which I have already applied for online. It is listed in order of importance and it is the same as what i have already submitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mass Communication (NP)&lt;br /&gt;2. Media and Communication (SP)&lt;br /&gt;3. Law and Management (TP)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hospitality and Tourism Management (TP)&lt;br /&gt;5. Tourism and Resort Management (SP)&lt;br /&gt;6. Tourism and Resort Management (NP)&lt;br /&gt;7. Business Studies (NP)&lt;br /&gt;8. Retail Management (TP)&lt;br /&gt;9. Business Administration (SP)&lt;br /&gt;10 Media Studies and Management (NYP)&lt;br /&gt;11. Film, Sound and Video (NP)&lt;br /&gt;12. Games Design and Development (SP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Hope to see some of you with me this year in poly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8168347525327828724?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8168347525327828724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8168347525327828724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8168347525327828724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8168347525327828724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-order-of-importance.html' title='No order of importance.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1294773801485335894</id><published>2008-01-25T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:54:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Authority Song.</title><content type='html'>I don't seem obvious, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Well. Well. I got 14 points. For R4 of course. So that means I can apply for Mass Com! Haha, take that world, I'm gonna be broadcasting the news in a few years time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Shaun Leow here with the news. Today, Osama has finally been arrested after 15 years of the war in Iraq. American Soldiers say that when they raided the camp, they found Osama crying in the ditch like a baby. Damn that must suck."*Laughter in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm also trying out for Law, Hospitality and Tourism and Drama and Psychology. Haha, can you imagine me being in court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Objection your honour, he(ME) is clearly making unsupported accusations on my client."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I OBJECT YOUR OBJECTION. Your honour, if you rape a girl and decided to let of your load all over her and her clothes, it clearly shows that this man raped my client," says I, rudely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it could be a stain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A stain? Like what? A cinnamon roll? The roll of the cinnamon? (This is from Smokin' Aces, you should watch it.) The evidence is already there, why are you trying so hard to defend a lost cause?" Says I, in a sarcastic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, could we just apologise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only if you sincerely mean it, what are you, stupid?" Says I, in a really sarcastic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if i was in Tourism and Hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, welcome to Singapore." Says I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I would like to try some of Singapore's local dishes. I heard that they are really good here, any recommendations?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sure, have you tried our Laksa, there is one in Katong and it is marvelous, perfect for those who love spicy food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, I dont really take spicy food, is there anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well we have our famous Bak Kut Teh down at Clementi, its a mixture of stewed pork and soup, its really good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pork? I don't eat pork, or anything that's meat actually, I'm a vegetarian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sigh, tell you what, take a walk out of those doors and try the grass outside, It's green and crunchy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama and Psychology would be a norm for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo, Romeo, where art thou Romeo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OVER HERE JULIET!!! I JUST GOTTA PARK THIS STALLION OF MINE SOMEWHERE QUIETLY SO THAT YOUR PARENTS WON'T HEAR ME!!! BE RIGHT BACK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo, you asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like my future is really promising. These past few days were spent working other than my day off on Tuesday. I had a steamboat gathering with the Robinson's bunch. Ate till i got a sore throat and I'm still feeling the after effects. Only today did i do something out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually called the girl to ask her out. She turned me down of course. I don't remember telling you all this but she is a bi. As in a bisexual. So it wasn't really surprising when she turned me down because of someone else. I can fight against another guy for her but I can't seem to raise fists against another girl. Oh well, nothing hours of music, chocolate and gaming therapy can't cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually really easy for someone like me to get over stuff, I just have to do stuff I really like to do for hours so I would forget about it. Thing is, I have this habit of remembering the past. So stuff like arguments and fights would be over in like an hour but a girl or a friend would take months to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to have this friend called You Xian, think some of you might know him. I used to get along well with him but one day i fought with him because he is really a jerk and he is fuck irritating. So we did not talk for months and when i got into Sec 3, he and his nerd group of friends were out of my life completely. Good riddance, I can't imagine be a nerd gamer doing nothing but looking at girls and play games non stop. Not that I have completely stopped doing stuff like these. I mean I don't play games as much as I used to and stare at every single girl that walks past anymore. You people should know la. I don't go for every girl nowadays, if i like someone, it would mean I seriously like this girl for who she is. And I don't go Lan after school or a friend's place to play everyday anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I'm the bassist and actor that you all love now. Come on, say that you love me. I'm irresistible to people of all ages and all sexes and races. (LOL Han Rong) I'm hot, extinguish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1294773801485335894?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1294773801485335894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1294773801485335894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1294773801485335894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1294773801485335894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/authority-song.html' title='Authority Song.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-6666232769914080726</id><published>2008-01-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:16:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ran out of ideas.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Today is Monday, and I'm feeling the blues. Shyea. That's a cross between 'shit' and 'yeah'. Which means that I'm feeling shitty because I had to wake up early today as I was in the morning shift, and 'yeah' because I'm feeling da BLUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i gotta start taking money management classes. I blew about 60 bucks on music cds and that could have been used on a week's supply of food. Because of that, I'm left with only 180 dollars in my bank account. PLEASE LET ME GET MY PAY BEFORE I STARVE TO DEATH. But then again, "Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake". So if i did not get those cds and died because i blew the money on stuff like (lan), my life would have ended a mistake. So i got cds and if i died, my life would not be a mistake, it ended because of a mistake.  Read the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this job even though I'm used to it. It's so boring. I'm payed to stand around most of the time and i hate it. I guess complaining about it isn't really gonna change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my off day and i planned some steamboat thingy with the Robinson's batch. Cool huh. Well, it's at night, so i got my whole afternoon/morning free. And i dont think stoning in front of a computer trying to figure out an awesome PM to put up for over an hour is how I'm gonna spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-6666232769914080726?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6666232769914080726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=6666232769914080726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6666232769914080726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/6666232769914080726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-ran-out-of-ideas.html' title='I ran out of ideas.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8215961242884739430</id><published>2008-01-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:03:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get some action now!</title><content type='html'>Hellacopter, check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'm starting to get used to this job. There were some incidents which i find rather amusing. For example, i charged a customer 49 dollars for a 39 dollar dress accidentally, so that would mean more commission for me. Another one would be when some weirdo was trying to get a dress for his sister. Pretty nice guy don't you think? So i asked him what was he looking for and he said he was looking for a dress for his sister. Then when i asked him what kind of dress, he replied he was looking for a dress for his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked him how old was his sister, he replied that she was sec 2. Then when I asked him what size she wore, he said she was in sec 2. Wow, so i guess there would be a dress size called sec 2 and one for all the other levels respectively? When i asked him what kind of dress again, he said he wanted one with two layers. Something like a dress with an inner piece or something liddat. Then i asked him what design, he replied he wanted a dress with 2 layers. Then i picked out one dress which was our sale item, it was around 49 bucks which is really cheap, considering that our new arrivals and other dresses were at least 80 bucks. And most of them were above 100 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he saw the price he was like shocked. Then he asked if we had a dress in which when you buy more you pay less, like 3 for 10 dollars. Then in my mind it was like, "FUCK!!!!" but what came out was, "I'm sorry sir, we don't carry anything like that." I actually wanted show him the exit personally or direct him to the nearest passa malam. But hey, our lingerie counter has offers like "3 panties for $9.90". Guess he could get his sister some panties and make her go out with that instead of a dress from some passa malam. Hey, our panties are branded ok. Wacoal, Sorella and Triumph and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, I know all this because I was cashier most of the time in my previous job and since I'm on the second floor, they bring ladies underwear to my counter. It's not like i was snooping around the lingerie counter sniffing panties. I know in Japan they got vending machines selling panties which were worn by high school girls and guys would buy them and sniff them all day. Eww, how would you actually know whether or not that girl had herpes, or worse, if it wasn't even a high school girl. Could be your grandma, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess guys like that don't think of worse case scenarios. Like the girl could have pooped by accident and didn't reach the toilet in time. Or if the panties were actually just from the departmental store and no one has actually worn them before. Or the girl has aids, or it belonged to a transvestite, or it belonged to a gay, or (fill in your own disgusting ideas which are flowing through your brain right now). Hey something to tag about in my tagboard, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of underwear, i need new boxers for chinese new year. Speaking about chinese new year would mean that i need new clothes too. So *ahem. *Hint hint. -It would be a great idea to go shopping with me on my off day instead of lanning.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8215961242884739430?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8215961242884739430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8215961242884739430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8215961242884739430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8215961242884739430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/gotta-get-some-action-now.html' title='Gotta get some action now!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-4214056366523722964</id><published>2008-01-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:46:35.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation and Morale.</title><content type='html'>3 days into the job and I must say, I really miss my job as a cashier. Even though it's really boring most of the time. I mean I'm trying my bloody best to serve the customers, but I can't help being a guy. Everytime i serve a female customer, they just stare and like walk away or turn me down. Damn, I always though that Singapore was pretty much a developed country but no. Somehow the gap between man and woman still stands. Well older women actually. Younger women actually don't really turn me down and are not afraid to approach me for help. If only the bloody older generation would open up like shit loads more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i only have to do this for like 2 and a half months more, so yeah. Guess i can 'tahan' or restrain myself till then. Oh and my off day is this Saturday and next Monday. Awesome. Hopefully i can finally go catch a movie and not go lanning again. Or, lan one day and movie the other. Whatever is fun and works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-4214056366523722964?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4214056366523722964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=4214056366523722964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4214056366523722964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/4214056366523722964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/motivation-and-morale.html' title='Motivation and Morale.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8114581742371417178</id><published>2008-01-13T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:54:02.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say the right thing but act the wrong way.</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. Today was my last day of work, sad huh, my seniors aren't really sad because they know I'm gonna be going back to work tomorrow as a promoter. Lol. Oh and about the previous job... I quit. Changed to another company. So now I'm posted to Raffles City Robinson's rather than Centrepoint's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not really feeling anything about my last day of work, it's just that all the other part timers are not working with me anymore, so I'm gonna be eating ALONE for the next 2-3 months. I'm such a loner. So yeah, I'm sad. I guess if you would put it in modern day terms it would be called EMO. So I'm being really EMO now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's maybe because for the past few weeks I haven't been able to pluck up enough courage to go and confess to that girl. But then again, confessing isn't really my thing. Haha, I think a guy like me would never get a girlfriend. So I'm gonna copy Nick's so called promise. Which is if by the age of 40 he is still a virgin, he would become a priest. For me i would probably be a priest or maybe a monk. Depending on whichever has the better 'hairstyle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i need some help in planning a chalet, if you know how to plan for one then you gotta help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8114581742371417178?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8114581742371417178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8114581742371417178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8114581742371417178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8114581742371417178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-say-right-thing-but-act-wrong-way.html' title='I say the right thing but act the wrong way.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-7924338370946447282</id><published>2008-01-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:04:55.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estique</title><content type='html'>Today is my off day. Yay. For a guy like me it would mean hanging out with friends and doing stuff like playing lan and... And... And.......... Lan. That's pretty much it, I tried man, wanted to go get guitar stuff they all bailed on me, wanted to go watch movie, all bailed on me. Play lan, suddenly all wanna join and shit. I think I got too many geeks for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they all bailed on me when I wanted to go shopping, I went to HMV and got myself the album 'Songs For The Deaf' which is by none other than 'Queens Of The Stone Age'. I saw a new album which had like new versions of all their old songs and was like so tempted to get it even though i have like almost all of their old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had an interview for BG &amp;amp; CO and i got the job for about 900 bucks a month. Sad thing is that i didn't get posted at Raffles City, ended up in Centrepoint Robinson's. So now you all would know where to go if you wanna disturb me. Starting work on 14 Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet the guys after that for lan. I lost my touch on TF2 but still i did quite a good job, considering the amount of damage i did to the opponent's team. Hahaha. Die, all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i got home, mum was like, oh look at this is shirt and shit, i seriously hate it when mum goes to a fucking sale. She said before that she was gonna get me like ten tops and 3 bottoms for poly. So she goes off by herself and anyhow buy budget fucks for me to fucking wear. Its ok if i like them or i was actually there to choose them, thing is she didnt even let me choose and she fucking anyhow buy four shirts from the same fucking brand and says that those count as four shirts. OMG and they look so fucked up, I'm gonna fucking have to clean out my bank account getting proper clothes that i would wear. Instead of getting what I'm working so hard to get, like my bass equipment. It's all her fucking fault. Thinks that she is so right and shit. Fuck man what the hell is wrong with her, i told her before don't anyhow buy clothes and there she goes buying a shitload of fuck. Or fuckload of shit. Whatever way you put it. Argh im so pissed right now. The next time the kalang guni man comes over, I'm gonna give him all those awful crap to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I am gonna Die-ie-ie-ie-ie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-7924338370946447282?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7924338370946447282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=7924338370946447282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7924338370946447282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/7924338370946447282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/estique.html' title='Estique'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-2663805130164357463</id><published>2008-01-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:04:31.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would give up if I were you.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was spent over at Max's place, seriously, I've said this before and I will say it again. If I don't get a PS3, I will kill myself. I almost defeated Max again at Resistance, we were really close and I think I lost by only 20-30 points which was 3 kills. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. Oh and I managed to play hard on some songs in Guitar Hero 3 now! I'm starting to make my way up to become the next Guitar Hero! I also finished Portals too, the graphics were spectacular and the gameplay was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that was so nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to describe myself, I would be a geeky, almost emotionally-unstable (as Hilmi would put it), hyper-active yet laid-back, reckless, rebellious and an enthusiastic rocker-cum-actor. There you have it, ME, summarised (not entirely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So played like for hours, slept for like minutes and so on the next day which is today, I was really sleepy. Couldn't think straight. At least I did all my stuff properly of course, it's just that I didn't give the extra smile or the friendly hello which I think I have been giving all this while. So I had to spend like six bucks on a coffee to perk me up. My colleagues were really nice, they were all concerned about how I was because i was down with a bad cold, even Sophie, who was a part-timer like me. It didn't occur to me that there were others, other than myself, who were awesomely nice people. Lol. Oh i forgot to mention that I'm really egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-2663805130164357463?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2663805130164357463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=2663805130164357463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2663805130164357463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/2663805130164357463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-would-give-up-if-i-were-you.html' title='I would give up if I were you.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-1815051726596801564</id><published>2008-01-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:53:25.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm turned off.</title><content type='html'>Today is my off day. Yay. Spent my whole morning and a little of the afternoon at home. Awesome, isn't it? Then went out for a frag-fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, i pwned Joel in Warhammer. I don't even have any Warhammer to practice at home and last time i checked, it was months ago that i last played Warhammer. His only reason for losing was because he useda crap army. Which is so not true. I was using a hard army to master and i wasn't boasting about it. I only boasted about my victory though. Hah, another noobcake got SHA-OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also pwned the others in Team Fortress 2. I barely lost any rounds other than the one time that Andrew and Greg copied my Medic-Heavy tactic. Well. Me and Joel did the better Medic-Heavy tactic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just go through who i think was the best at their classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spy-Hilmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper-Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scout-Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic-Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyro-Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineer-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find the ideal soldier. Joel tried and failed miserably. Anyway, thanks guys, for coming along. Really needed some gaming therapy to get my mind off things. Nothing beats mindless killing and the satisfaction you get from winning. Other than chocolate and music therapy of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok since I kinda know who reads my blog most of the time. I guess i wouldn't mind sharing some of the tactics i have for Team Fortress 2. And that means you Hilmi, i need you to pull off some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Medic-Heavy requires a HWG and a Medic. Just keep healing the HWG until the UBERCHARGE bar is full. Then keep it in cases of emergencies. Total pwnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dispenser-Heavy is simple. It's what i would call the second sentry gun. Build a Dispenser near your capture point and have a HWG stand next to it and keep the gun running, its like infinite ammo and health. Build the sentry gun nearby for the extra defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jumping. If you know how to use a soldier then it is alright. But if you don't, a Demoman can do the same thing. Just use a demoman to plant remote bombs on the ground. Jump and then right click for maximum air time. This is best done with a Soldier, Demoman and Scout. Soldiers and Demomen can use explosives to jump, scouts have their double jumps already. So these 3 are the best in attacking bases which have levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rushing. This is mostly done by a lot of  Scouts and at least one Engineer. Since scouts are very fast, Make them rush to capture points and capture them together since one Scout can capture twice the speed of a normal unit. When dying, the speed is necessary to get  out of life threatening situations. For example, when a Scout is chased by an enemy, run towards the closest Engineer who has built a dispenser to get back health. As for the Engineer, build a sentry gun near the dispenser for the free frag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple right? Not. Loads of this require teamwork and i must admit, the games just now were quite pathetic considering the teamwork i had. I mean, when i attacked the enemies' base as a spy, only Hilmi could smell a rat and the others did not know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-1815051726596801564?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1815051726596801564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=1815051726596801564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1815051726596801564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/1815051726596801564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-turned-off.html' title='I&apos;m turned off.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-8940783809342553542</id><published>2008-01-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:50:52.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigtch</title><content type='html'>I created a new word, its, 'Bigtch '. Its a cross between a 'bitch' and a really irritating, fat person. There is this new part time girl at my department and guess what she fits that description perfectly. She is such a bigtch. I dunno why but like loads of the promoters and staff really do not like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year people. Wanted to start the new year with a bang but it didn't really come out the right way. I ended up staying at a friend's place for the night watching movies and stuff. Well, it was still fun none the less, although i would prefer jamming or something instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so for this post, I'm gonna show the world my awesome goals for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get 'Behind The Act' together to jam and start to get awesomely serious.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my awesome bass parts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get awesome results for the O's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get into some really awesome course.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get myself to be more awesomely extroverted than pathetically introverted.&lt;br /&gt;6. Form another awesome new band. (I don't wanna do this, but only if i can't get BTA to get together)&lt;br /&gt;7. 5639?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Roar, bigtch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-8940783809342553542?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8940783809342553542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=8940783809342553542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8940783809342553542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/8940783809342553542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2008/01/bigtch.html' title='Bigtch'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5288437078302266478</id><published>2007-12-31T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:05:35.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that whenever you have a headache, you would ask for Panadol and not ask for headache pills? I mean, Panadol is so well known that it literally replaced the original name for headache pills. Let me show you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 Panadol, "I think i got a headache, got any pills?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Panadol, "I think i got a headache, got any Panadol?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another typical example would be Pampers. Usually we would say diapers but since Pampers came out, everyone called diapers 'Pampers'. See the difference? So i was just thinking, wouldn't it be bloody great if like my name was used to replace a normal word? I mean have you ever wanted to use a strong word but whatever you had just said does not really describe it? Like, "Argh, I'm really really tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead use your own name. For example, I got this sister and most of you would know her as Ines. If you know her well enough, you would probably realise how weird she is, but then again weird is not really the word to describe her. So if you were actually paying attention to what i had been saying this whole time, you would understand the following sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ines is so weird, that weird is not the word, it's 'Ines'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this, "Your momma is so fat, that fat is not the word, it's (Fill in fat momma's name here)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a result, everyday sentences would change from this, "You are so weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, "You are so Ines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my life. I actually was planning to go to tomorrow's new year party down at Clarke Quay with Han Rong and Max. So Han Rong was pretty keen about it at first and then at the eleventh hour, he said he had something on. Damn. So now I have no one to go party with because Max is not so keen on it. So now i have three options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray and hope that at the last minute they would come.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the party by myself. (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;3. Come up with another idea to start the year with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, i think I'm gonna form a new band. How does that sound? Oh and if you read this and have no idea what to do for the new year. Contact me asap and then i might come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5288437078302266478?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5288437078302266478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5288437078302266478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5288437078302266478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5288437078302266478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5272966203686681962</id><published>2007-12-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:24:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistance.</title><content type='html'>Today was my off day, actually planned on going out for a movie and shit but Hilmi said last minute didn't wanna go. So it would just mean me and Han Rong and maybe Max for the movie and that is pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Max's place, Han Rong was already there playing DOTA. I played some PS3 and I must say, if i don't get myself a PS3, I would seriously kill myself. The games are awesome. Played "Resistance" and I must admit, that was the very first time I actually played that game but I managed to totally own Max in multiplayer. Ha, he got SHA-OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got owned in Guitar Hero 3 of course. The battle mode was bloody insane. Had to like spam one button while still playing along with the song and loads of other crap. Surprisingly loads of my favourite songs are in there. One would be "Reptilia", another would be "My Name Is Jonas" and also "Paint It Black" and "When You Were Young" and "Helicopter" and most shocking of all was "3's and 7's" which is a "Queen's Of The Stone Age" song. They should totally have Guitar Hero 3 mods like in Guitar Hero 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate MacDonald's for dinner. Wow. I think I'm gonna force myself to not eat any unhealthy fast food for like a month. Usually I would eat at any fast food joint except MacDonald's. Somehow i think their food is utterly disgusting. So for that, I'm not gonna eat at KFC and all that too. Subway is still ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5272966203686681962?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5272966203686681962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5272966203686681962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5272966203686681962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5272966203686681962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2007/12/resistance.html' title='Resistance.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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-35379243.post-5270829188756675299</id><published>2007-12-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:53:44.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho ho.</title><content type='html'>Its Christmas!!! I just finished ripping open all my presents and here is the list of what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Awesome Esprit Jacket by Aunty Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quite cool looking denim Fox Jacket from Mum.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bossini Polo T from Heng-yi.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ferrero Roche chocs from Siti.&lt;br /&gt;5. $50 dollar Robinson's Voucher from Uncle Eric.&lt;br /&gt;6. $20 dollars worth of Popular Vouchers from Martin and Celeste.&lt;br /&gt;7. Some weird looking statue thingy from Moe.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherry Liqueurs from Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;9. 4 pretty keychains from the Robinson's suppliers (I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change this bloody blog skin so i can post pics next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Roar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379243-5270829188756675299?l=brownbassblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5270829188756675299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379243&amp;postID=5270829188756675299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5270829188756675299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379243/posts/default/5270829188756675299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownbassblues.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho ho ho.'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073327586418518542</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>
