<?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-6946486072547820924</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:53:23.985-07:00</updated><category term='sugar'/><category term='how i feel about you'/><category term='i can only blame myself...'/><category term='toyota play of the day'/><category term='i love old people'/><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6946486072547820924.post-6835772030477915669</id><published>2007-05-10T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T03:47:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sore throat</title><content type='html'>pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain *water* Ahhhhhhhh!!!! *few seconds later* Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-6835772030477915669?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/6835772030477915669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=6835772030477915669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/6835772030477915669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/6835772030477915669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/05/sore-throat.html' title='sore throat'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-9073137014950268031</id><published>2007-05-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:17:13.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>english lit</title><content type='html'>technically today was our last papper (besides the god dam lit which i have to come back to school for, on monday, when the whole world stays at home). Spent my entire day of supposing to do fun stuff thinking of fun stuff to do. which pretty much sums it up and thus leaving me doing nothing the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realise that i have slowly become more held back and am not being my nature fun- loving and out-going self lately (what you guys comprehen as 'being emo/emotional'). Not sure why really, just that i feel so larthargic and drained......even 'empty' to a certain extent. Not socializing much either, feel as if everything is pointless ... hope the feeling ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;that is all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-9073137014950268031?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/9073137014950268031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=9073137014950268031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/9073137014950268031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/9073137014950268031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/05/english-lit.html' title='english lit'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-1337987202503992521</id><published>2007-05-03T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T02:39:05.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i feel about you'/><title type='text'>parasite</title><content type='html'>Steaming garbage an archaic law&lt;br /&gt;Migrating larvae locate the jaw&lt;br /&gt;Eosinophilia results&lt;br /&gt;Causing muscular insults&lt;br /&gt;Because you ate Porky raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scolex holds them in place&lt;br /&gt;Meshed in the digestive space&lt;br /&gt;Eggs secretly ingested&lt;br /&gt;Brain fully infested&lt;br /&gt;Paralysis, dementia, malaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas cattle are dying or sick&lt;br /&gt;Boophilus, Rhicephalus, your pick&lt;br /&gt;Bloodsuckers their role&lt;br /&gt;Hemozoin their goal&lt;br /&gt;And all in the name of a tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood is a host to this guest&lt;br /&gt;Erythrocytes serve it the best&lt;br /&gt;Through fever and chills&lt;br /&gt;This parasite kills&lt;br /&gt;Romanovsky's a positive test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens are sick with Eimeria&lt;br /&gt;Coccideans linked to malaria&lt;br /&gt;Through divisions schizogeny&lt;br /&gt;They increase their progeny&lt;br /&gt;Polluting with much dysenteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babbling brook a visual delight&lt;br /&gt;Compounding the backpackers plight&lt;br /&gt;With beavers upstream&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea's no dream&lt;br /&gt;With Flagyl nowhere in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-see-ums, a biting pest&lt;br /&gt;Deserts they sometimes infest&lt;br /&gt;Progressive skin damage&lt;br /&gt;And visceral rampage&lt;br /&gt;Antimoniacals, nutrition, and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhygenic waitress serves lunch&lt;br /&gt;Contaminates the sandwich you munch&lt;br /&gt;Intestinal lesion&lt;br /&gt;Serves as the reason&lt;br /&gt;For bloody, mucous-filled stools by the bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red caltrops, bamboo shoots, and lotus&lt;br /&gt;Puts a rice paddy worker on notice&lt;br /&gt;Water chestnuts don't crack&lt;br /&gt;With your teeth for a snack&lt;br /&gt;Unless an intestinal fluke is your motive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-1337987202503992521?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/1337987202503992521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=1337987202503992521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/1337987202503992521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/1337987202503992521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/05/parasite.html' title='parasite'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-8030287003230349047</id><published>2007-04-23T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:38:03.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>Life as we all know it,has to come to an end.Why then,do people even bother to live it?Is it to accomplish a dream? or to find a soul mate?......What is the reason to life? What is the answer to this ultimate question? The answer seriously is very simple actually.....7(seven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i picked up from hitch-hikers guide to the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great.Turned out that my form teacher,mrs anna tan,would not be teaching us for a week as her father in law passed away...(sad)...thus explaining my new found nemesis mr ng!!! alright i'm just joking.The relief teacher for maths is kinda good just a little boring,perhaps the class is starting to miss mrs tan's bubblyness towards teaching... oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-8030287003230349047?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/8030287003230349047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=8030287003230349047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8030287003230349047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8030287003230349047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-3525451057790317995</id><published>2007-04-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T04:51:38.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake shot</title><content type='html'>Finally over.Ended with pain.&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-3525451057790317995?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/3525451057790317995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=3525451057790317995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/3525451057790317995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/3525451057790317995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/fake-shot.html' title='fake shot'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-8400678205129360590</id><published>2007-04-12T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:46:42.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can only blame myself...'/><title type='text'>Puppet.</title><content type='html'>Tears dried...Emotions emptied...Feelings numb...Passion lost...Reputation destroyed...Dreams shattered...Most importantly,a friend gone... How is it that life seems to always get the better of you...just when you thought you could reach the peak, or touch the top, it always... always...always... tosses you back down into the shadowry depths in which you started from.Why? Never in my life have i ever believed in fate nor destiny... but why?... Fuck why? Why is it that i seem to be a puppet, being showcased to the world, with my play written out before me. Why is it that i always find a way to do an extremely stupid thing to ruin my life.Why is it that i always turn a bright sunny day into a pitch black winter's night.......Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-8400678205129360590?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/8400678205129360590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=8400678205129360590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8400678205129360590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8400678205129360590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppet.html' title='Puppet.'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-7095836944004408654</id><published>2007-04-07T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T04:46:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visualise</title><content type='html'>'Whoooommm!' I read its path.&lt;br /&gt;*closes eyes*&lt;br /&gt;'Hit god dam it...hit....'thinks to myself.&lt;br /&gt;*opens eyes and nods head*&lt;br /&gt;'Whooooooommmm....' I read it once again, only this time with an actual intention of hiting it.....Everything was the same, only for the fact that time seem to had slow down.... so much so that it was pausing......just for this......this picture perfect momment.......A soild contact which sent the ball soaring straight to center field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power of visualization=my furtherest hit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day.Had tution at four after my jamming session. yong quan didnt come thus i had clavance be his back up. SUPRISINGLY that emo prick can actually sing(WOAH!) moral of this story is to not judge an emo prick by his cover...moving along... lost my wallet which contained no money(whew...)but contained my student pass and my swee lee calender(liked that calander...).Must had left it on the taxi when i was on my way home. Anyways i hope the people in SMART can find it when i give them a call later today... pray for me people...that is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-7095836944004408654?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/7095836944004408654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=7095836944004408654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/7095836944004408654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/7095836944004408654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/visualise.html' title='Visualise'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-3048554189462804497</id><published>2007-04-05T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:00:39.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday</title><content type='html'>Didnt blog yesterday...had no time .. spent all my time doing school work... guess life's gotten tougher after sec 2, not only in the increasement of the work load, also, to the commitment of my cca.. well life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like any ordinary day... same breakfast same lessons ... nothing really special happened, except for the fact that 2007 years ago, jesus was having the last supper with his diciples.. wondered how he felt and all... truely.. i mean gonna be hung on the cross and die in next day?.... That, however made me think..(again).. what would i have done if i would have a day left to live? Well, here's my list of what i would do on such a day...&lt;br /&gt;7.15am-Wake up&lt;br /&gt;7.30am-Have a filling breakfast consisting of bacon,mashed potato and a medium rare done steak.&lt;br /&gt;8.ooam-Watch cartoons on cartoon network while eating a cup of ben and jerry's cookies and cream ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;9.ooam-Purchase my dream guitar from swee lee musical store.&lt;br /&gt;9.30am-Play with my dream guitar.&lt;br /&gt;12.oopm-Use the com for personal reasons ....................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;12.07pm-(Falls asleep after tiring myself)&lt;br /&gt;2.oopm-Wake up feeling nice.&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm-Tell my family i love them and apologise for being a prick at times.&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm-Give my bike to my younger bro.&lt;br /&gt;4.15pm-Say the rossary till i die.&lt;br /&gt;.. that is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-3048554189462804497?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/3048554189462804497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=3048554189462804497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/3048554189462804497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/3048554189462804497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/maundy-thursday.html' title='Maundy Thursday'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-6304738376627041507</id><published>2007-04-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:01:33.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>Went jaming with the band today. Was pretty awesome... yong quan sung a little out of tune tough.Guess it was due to the pork floss buns he ate and root beer he drank&lt;br /&gt;(you should have seen him munching down all that crap)...overall we did well and manage to pull the song off... luckily.......that is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-6304738376627041507?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/6304738376627041507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=6304738376627041507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/6304738376627041507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/6304738376627041507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-8702621165584868626</id><published>2007-04-02T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:33:27.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyota play of the day'/><title type='text'>My team</title><content type='html'>Darn was today a great day. Ok lets begin ... ... &lt;br /&gt;The day started off as usual i had chem on the first period and surprisingly i had gotten a full marks for my elearning homework thus i was smsing people during the lesson as mis qiu was going through the paper(haha)which i owned in ...I.... So recess came and i left early as i had a match. Had laksa for lunch even though i heard my coach saying not to eat spicy/curry foods before a game... oh well ... Anyway before the match hamin gave us a prep talk (as usual) about some random stuff amzaingly it was not about masturbation or his sister walking around the house nude... guess koreans are pretty open eh?...after the warm-ups it was finally game time .... Hell was it boring,we were owning too much. they barely even made any good hits at all, it was more of a one-sided game. but nevertheless it was fun. After the match i went to cam whore with my captain ben and hamin also i video-taped hamin getting raped by a couple of team-mates(namely poon). well basically the things that made my day today was stealing to 2!!!wohoo!! and some girl calling me cute and asking for my number!!! YEA!! lol... that is all...and oh ya the girl was hot too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-8702621165584868626?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/8702621165584868626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=8702621165584868626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8702621165584868626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8702621165584868626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-team.html' title='My team'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-242030249970938229</id><published>2007-04-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:23:07.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A goal</title><content type='html'>Spent my time wondering about something my teacher said to me.'Everyone must have a goal. No goal sure wont succeed one... ...' Simple as it seemed it sure got me thinking. What the hell did i wanna be in a few years time? The more i thought about it,the same answer smacked me in the face again and again... i had no goal... Shit,i thought, EVEN alphii has a goal(he wants to be a pilot)...so did brian(rockstar)... and kai(bio engineer dude)... so that kinda leaves me. A pilot? nah too lame bet they'll all get replaced by auto pilots soon, a rockstar? too crazy i mean sure i can play the guitar but a rockstar in singapore like WTF la. Bio engineer? I dont even know what the hell that means la... so i sat there in a wreck thinking to myself desperately... SUDDENLY it hit me... still have 5 years to think about it ... Screw this .. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-242030249970938229?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/242030249970938229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=242030249970938229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/242030249970938229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/242030249970938229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/goal.html' title='A goal'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-377999769315640383</id><published>2007-04-01T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T04:37:28.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love old people'/><title type='text'>Home visit.</title><content type='html'>Today i went to Silra, home of patients who have recovered from leprocis.(a virus which attacks your nerves and may lead to your limbs dropping off) nothing much to say there.We said the rossary in dialag and gave food such as buns to the patients who were very nice.One incident which i remembered the most was when i was 'hanging' out with this bunch of cool old people.I was with 4 of them. They could be known to be the 'in' crowd there. one was smoking while making a chair(out of strings) the two others chatting(swearing mainly...cool) and the other one(my favorite) was ridding a BMX bike and showing me a few stuns!!! Mind you! he was a man around the age of 65 and ridding a bike,WITHOUT FINGERS!!! WTF!!! He scared the crap out of me when he did a bunny hop. i was so afraid that the dude was like gonna fall. but in the end he lent me his bike to play with and we had hell lots of fun.Darn did i have a good time. i look forward to my next visit next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-377999769315640383?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/377999769315640383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=377999769315640383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/377999769315640383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/377999769315640383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-visit.html' title='Home visit.'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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-6946486072547820924.post-8892287795779742458</id><published>2007-03-31T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T06:49:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a blog.</title><content type='html'>Welcome people, guys, girls everyone. Guess i finally gave in to peer pressure eh? anyways havent really posted anything so ya. feel free to read through and tpye whatever you want on my tagboard(is that what you call it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6946486072547820924-8892287795779742458?l=gettinghighonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/feeds/8892287795779742458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6946486072547820924&amp;postID=8892287795779742458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8892287795779742458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6946486072547820924/posts/default/8892287795779742458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinghighonair.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-blog.html' title='i have a blog.'/><author><name>shaun paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01539849117209342277</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>
