<?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-7836528586046152450</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:58:05.500+08:00</updated><category term='SAKAE SUSHI'/><title type='text'>Why I Do What I Do</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8909768527306269667</id><published>2012-02-14T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:09:09.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Street Fighter made a difference!</title><content type='html'>Before this, I had absolutely no clue on any fighting games, occasionally after school I would sneak to the arcades and spend a few dollars on mvc2. But all I knew was to mash as hard as I could and hope I would have some spectular skill be activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago I was introduced to Street Fighter 4 by my facilitators in my school.  As usual, having no idea of how to play the game, I just took the controller and mashed. I lost, and I lost hard to everyone in class. Especially my facilitators, who were much more experienced than I was. Most of the time, losing continually would make a person think that it would be just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to just quit and go find something else that would interest me. That is until one day, my close friend opened the command list and told me to try every move. It was hard at first, accidentally jumping when I wanted to do motions for the fireball. Staring at the controller wondering why I could never do the link from mp to another mp with ryu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me want to put in the effort to learn that game, was doing ultras. In SF4, that was the highlight for me, whenever I could end a match with an ultra, it made my day. Coincidentally, I had picked up smoking awhile before engaging myself in SF4. Street fighter 4 made me smoke less, when my friends went to smoke, I would tell them, "hang on, let me try this combo I saw from youtube".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it didn't help me quit, it delayed me and made me think before lighting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my final year in school, we held a mini course tournament among ourselves and our facilitators. It was the first time I actually competed for anything concerning games, and I finished the tournament as the champion. It made me realize that age plays no matter in the world of gaming.I won my facilitators on that day as well. (OH YEA!!!) Age doesn't determine the results, it was the effort and the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing  Street Fighter has let me meet people that I would never have crossed paths with. I got to play with Xian, my country's top sf player. (It was a quick and swift victory for him. Ha!) I got to meet people from other walks of life, and I would normally keep to myself but because of my love for street fighter I came out of my shell and made some awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these past experiences were great, but the one experience I would never forget was when my wife was having our first child. Every night she would sit beside me and watch me battle for pp and bp online. To the point where, whenever we wanted our baby to move or respond to us while he was still in her stomach, all I had to do was to turn on any sf videos from YouTube. He would always be active whenever I played sf videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others it may just be a video game, but to me, it is and will always be more than just a learning experience. Whenever I feel like I can't achieve something, there will always be someone who tells me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOR-YU-KEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh I'm from Singapore, but I hope if I do by some stroke of luck get picked, want you guys to know I don't mind paying for any shipment billing or stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8909768527306269667?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8909768527306269667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-street-fighter-made-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8909768527306269667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8909768527306269667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-street-fighter-made-difference.html' title='How Street Fighter made a difference!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1998111431496573125</id><published>2011-11-09T05:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T05:18:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Mehhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today going to enter tekong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhh..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i totally ready? Most probably not. But... I'm ready to just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get some macs for freaking early breakfast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i get to see what really goes on behind the scenes today, so i can prepare myself for this coming [MAYBE fucked up] 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READY TO GO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1998111431496573125?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1998111431496573125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/judgement-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1998111431496573125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1998111431496573125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement Day!!!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3308887350344998973</id><published>2011-11-05T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:31:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How things have changed... Well i think most of it.</title><content type='html'>Last post was dated on Apr 7 2011. 7 months ago. Well it would be if this post were up two days later. But that is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have changed. And i would like to update things. Not for people the online, [well obviously you all have some part in it, since i'm posting it online. -.-"]but mainly for myself, to "SEE" how things have progressed [supposedly] to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one. MAJOR change. I found out i was a father, on MOTHER'S DAY. [HA! Well don't know why i find that funny, but i do.] Well for my [NOW officially big] baby, it was not a surprise that she was expecting, not that i was expecting it either. Decisions were made, first irreversible ones, then came the down-to-earth and reasonable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the 20th of October 2011, my wife / big baby, became official parents. Saying hello to our little muffin:) Mr Gian Yuu Jie. Funny how we couldn't find a suitable english name to go with his mandarin one. Nonetheless we definitely love his puny punk ass. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? Nope. Life Changing? Do you even need to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two. National Service... Ah.. The dreaded journey for most Singaporean boys. Boys because, we have not experienced a part of life that i hope never becomes reality. I would have expected or even dared bet that i would dread the day i would be enlisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. Today i find myself [although not exactly eager] waiting for that day to come, almost as though i'm wishing for those days to arrive sooner. I'm like 90% prepared for enlistement. Minus the cheap but durable watch, some transparent ear studs, and still contemplating whether i should get myself a pair of spare spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking... I want to run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what? Fears and troubles of bringing a kid up? KA-PESSHHHH! Nonsense. Ever-ready to bring this little punk to his fullest potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not being scared? Simply because he's a [although not exact, that would be scary/freaky] replica of me. Thinking about what good he can do for himself in the future ain't my concern. It's the bad that i'm looking out for, been there done that. [HA didn't expect that i could use this term literally so soon] I can handle the future.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping on track now, i would say i'm running away from facing my dad. Yea. Dad. Something that can be the simplest yet most confusing task any male can take on. What makes a dad? Today, i'm unable to give a complete answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i know there isn't just ONE single way to be a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baby Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;2. NS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Conflicting Views on that of a Father's responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that makes only 3 changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting for just 3 things, i'll update this again when i'm ready to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3308887350344998973?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3308887350344998973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-things-have-changed-well-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3308887350344998973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3308887350344998973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-things-have-changed-well-i-think.html' title='How things have changed... Well i think most of it.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8844481949053093460</id><published>2011-04-07T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:21:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Life Becomes A Chore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8844481949053093460?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8844481949053093460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/04/suddenly-life-becomes-chore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8844481949053093460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8844481949053093460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/04/suddenly-life-becomes-chore.html' title='Suddenly Life Becomes A Chore.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3983492052816565671</id><published>2011-01-25T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:42:28.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how much I can disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much I'm worth as of now to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept far and distant. And so I tried to go a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it'll always be too close for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will not share my burdens with any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to TRY to be worth SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you won't have to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you won't have to take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will keep this promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I break it, I would have been broken, much more than any of you could fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been, in bubble after bubble. Dreaming like an idiot. No, i still dream, but the bubbles can't contain me as they have used to. I hate this. Never alone, but much more lonely than before. Because I still contain. As I will continue to do so till the day I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every look you shoot, my heart turns colder, my resolute even stronger, my worth even lesser. Thanks for teaching one thing though. If I dared to care, I should tell myself that i'm just giving myself an equal chance to be hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3983492052816565671?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3983492052816565671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wonder-how-much-i-can-disappoint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3983492052816565671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3983492052816565671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wonder-how-much-i-can-disappoint.html' title=''/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1572697504514059089</id><published>2010-12-20T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:11:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KONICHIWA JAPAN!!!! DAY TWO</title><content type='html'>So today's the 2nd day of the Japan trip. JUST got out of the HOT spring. REALLY HOT I TELL U!!! Lucky only me and my uncle inside. Fucking weird I tell u if got other ppl. Cause we need to be butt naked. HAHAHA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!!! I can like blog now because I have access to a free wifi service provided at this hotel. Frigging SWEET!!! Cause I just realized I can't live without the internet. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna climb Mt Fuji tml morning. GONNA PLAY WITH SOME SNOWWWWWWW WHOOOOO!!!!! Hopefully I get to do the most stupid random thing I suggested just now to my cousins. [SNOW SKIIING WITH THAT BIG ASS SKI MACHINE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I bought something for baby and I.:) BIG BIG SECRET!!!! HAHA BABY!!!! I'M NOT GONNA TELL. U'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND FIND OUT.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm like wearing a fucking YUKATA sitting at the lobby and IPAD-ING like crazy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I FEEL FUCKING FUNNY PLZ!!! YANGHAN I GOT UR PRESENT LIAO!!! BABY URS ONE PART DONE. next part must wait. Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!! FUCKING LOVE TO TEASE U MAN!!!! Er I mean WOOOOMAN.HAHAHHHAHAHAHHAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1572697504514059089?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1572697504514059089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/12/konichiwa-japan-day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1572697504514059089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1572697504514059089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/12/konichiwa-japan-day-two.html' title='KONICHIWA JAPAN!!!! DAY TWO'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-617736571951564818</id><published>2010-11-01T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:40:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K settle liao. I CONFIRM going to learn bike.:) Wish me luck! Going ltr after sch. Then get dad's present then i go home. Go play ssf4 or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-617736571951564818?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/617736571951564818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/k-settle-liao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/617736571951564818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/617736571951564818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/k-settle-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7730958008064078384</id><published>2010-11-01T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:17:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is becoming so superficial. wtf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7730958008064078384?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7730958008064078384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-is-becoming-so-superficial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7730958008064078384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7730958008064078384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-is-becoming-so-superficial.html' title='everything is becoming so superficial. wtf.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6958028780694844069</id><published>2010-09-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:10:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This really sucks.</title><content type='html'>I feel fucking lousy... Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6958028780694844069?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6958028780694844069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-really-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6958028780694844069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6958028780694844069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-really-sucks.html' title='This really sucks.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-904881587154559175</id><published>2010-09-20T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:30:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L CHANGE THE WORLD?! NO WAY! K CHANGE THE WORLD!</title><content type='html'>TODAY. I FEEL LIKE I CAN CHANGE THE WORLD. AND I WILL CHANGE THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SHALL START. BY GETTING A TEAM FOR MY PD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I SHALL PLAY STREET FIGHTER AND MASTER A BNB COMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WILL TELL SOMEONE ABOUT MY BRILLIANT PLAN TO START CHANGING THE WORLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIT BY BIT.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA K!!! AHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i siao already. BUT ONLY MAD MEN CHANGE THE WORLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-904881587154559175?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/904881587154559175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/l-change-world-no-way-k-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/904881587154559175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/904881587154559175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/l-change-world-no-way-k-change-world.html' title='L CHANGE THE WORLD?! NO WAY! K CHANGE THE WORLD!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6611279896222972859</id><published>2010-08-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:17:13.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THKS FOR YOG!!!</title><content type='html'>If anyone had asked me when the last time my whole family watched tv together. I would have been standing there thinking really hard. And i might even have no answer. But right now... My whole family is watching the cubs take on Haiti:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us laughing at the stupid mistakes and scolding on wad they Shld have and could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm glad tat i missed work today:) Even though i may be away from my baby for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry.:) I'll fetch u ltr.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6611279896222972859?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6611279896222972859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/thks-for-yog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6611279896222972859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6611279896222972859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/thks-for-yog.html' title='THKS FOR YOG!!!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-535589259809642739</id><published>2010-08-04T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:29:20.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently</title><content type='html'>I've given up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-535589259809642739?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/535589259809642739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/535589259809642739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/535589259809642739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently.html' title='Apparently'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6557028361545704013</id><published>2010-08-02T22:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:58:07.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First for everything!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm suppose to be sleeping now. Like wtf only. Every time i would feel damn tired. Then when i off the lights and face the fan to me then i Cnt fall asleep. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I decided to use my hp to surf internet. Wah first time sia!!! Some more like on the super cool skin. Ahahahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna continue fyp yet, it's getting to be such a drag. Not tat i can't do it, it's just tat i don't wanna do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6557028361545704013?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6557028361545704013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-for-everything_9124.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6557028361545704013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6557028361545704013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-for-everything_9124.html' title='First for everything!!!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-591244513319693844</id><published>2010-07-28T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:13:43.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIAN JING FANG!</title><content type='html'>Aside from just now. Reminder ppl. It's my sis birthday. Turning... 6 this year. Naughty as ever, but oh well. Hopefully just a LITTLE more sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SIXTH BIRTHDAY SIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-591244513319693844?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/591244513319693844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-gian-jing-fang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/591244513319693844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/591244513319693844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-gian-jing-fang.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIAN JING FANG!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3414534517211904436</id><published>2010-07-28T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:55:14.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT.</title><content type='html'>I just wanna be a bastard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And flip people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than having no mood to do anything else at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian of FYP. Still have PD. Not to forget, CME, DRAWING, GAME DESIGN WORKSHOP AND SOUND DESIGN UT 3s.:) SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3414534517211904436?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3414534517211904436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3414534517211904436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3414534517211904436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/what.html' title='WHAT.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8074241124343734688</id><published>2010-07-07T06:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:42:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's worse?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being forgiven in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or feeling forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be forgiven so easily, lest i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forgive myself, yet i feel that i don't deserve to be forgiven yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all of this, i let the crackling continue. Stupid idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8074241124343734688?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8074241124343734688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8074241124343734688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8074241124343734688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-worse.html' title='What&apos;s worse?'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1512739477054376009</id><published>2010-07-06T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:50:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A TROPHY!</title><content type='html'>I got a trophy just now. Wasn't expecting it at all. I got the LOUSIEST BOYFRIEND EVER trophy!!!! With compliments of being an insensitive, idiotical and selfish asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I won't say i expected it. Cause it would be bullshit. I can see cracks in others, yet i'm blind enough not to see my own. All this while, i have always thought i was a lucky asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i was spot-on. Every other guy goes with the "What's he doing with this girl?" look. She said, this was the happiest relationship that she had. Well i guess she got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated in every way. Because i realised, i only made her happy for that instance. It was because of that instance that hid the cracks, that i got blinded. Haha. Stupid me. I didn't know there was a problem. Stuck in my own bubble of bliss. Should've slapped myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated because i didn't woo her, cheated because i used those instances to cover up the unsettled past. I was happy, but at the expense of her. I should like fucking hell get punched in the balls. Seriously. I'm sorry, for not being a truthful person. All i did was be a selfish bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, she was lucky to have me. Sorry, you're downright wrong. I'm lucky to have you. Yet for you, you must be the most unlucky person in the world, because you got baited by the worst type of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carefree idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too carefree... Riding the waves like the fucking silver surfer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having anything to say except for uh, ok, aiya... There have been little or no solutions from my fucked up mind or mouth. I am an idiot in this. I'll say that firmly and confidently. Cause i'm lost. As always. A friend, chey, calling myself a lover would be a down right disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows i might even have that cheating instance tomorrow. Zzzz. Fucking cheater. Somebody hit me. Why the jealousy, why the hate, why the stares. Because they're mindset is correct, i don't deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away... yet again.. From another problem. I might not even be able to solve this problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, how i told somebody to never undermine themself, yet i'm doing it with ease right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know what is more ironic, me contradicting myself? Or me slowly killing myself even with the knowledge that i'm dying because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, i mean honestly, i don't think you care too much about this. But there will be, there have been, and there always be guys who will care much better for you. There will never be a shoulder too far away. I think mine just came first, chey, another cheated event for you. I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my apologises won't do good. They never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to lose you. I never ever thought of leaving you, even though there may be doubts. There are times i don't care, blinded by my fucked up concept. But i have NEVER thought of anything else other than to release whatever shit that i think i'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous, i get paranoid. I just don't show it. I'll admit, i've never been happier. I haven't had my heart truly broken before, but hell i swear that i know how its going to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even after saying this much. I've just gone in loops. Fucker. Seriously a damn fucking loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh fuck... As always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1512739477054376009?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1512739477054376009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-trophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1512739477054376009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1512739477054376009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-trophy.html' title='I GOT A TROPHY!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2343077880637866739</id><published>2010-06-21T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:48:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a feeling i would say this someday.</title><content type='html'>FUCK I HATE MY COURSE. AND SCHOOL SUCKS. I DONT WANNA DO ANYTHING ALREADY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2343077880637866739?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2343077880637866739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-feeling-i-would-say-this-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2343077880637866739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2343077880637866739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-feeling-i-would-say-this-someday.html' title='I had a feeling i would say this someday.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3011049758283196540</id><published>2010-06-06T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:00:44.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird. Haha.</title><content type='html'>I miss COMPLAINING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Weird thing to miss i think. But.. I MISS COMPLAINING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss complaining about gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss complaining about how burnt out i am after muay thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss complaining about how i cannot run during soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i miss the strain, the need to attack a goal, to attack the trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eat like 4-5 fucking eggs every time i finish gym. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i've been too slacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FINALLY EATEN A FRIGGING BANANA! WHOO!!! Ok nothing much to be high about, but. Eh long time since i ate banana sia. HAHAHAHHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3011049758283196540?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3011049758283196540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/weird-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3011049758283196540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3011049758283196540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/06/weird-haha.html' title='Weird. Haha.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4890110543079554737</id><published>2010-05-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:06:43.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still kinda cranky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4890110543079554737?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4890110543079554737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-kinda-cranky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4890110543079554737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4890110543079554737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-kinda-cranky.html' title='I&apos;m still kinda cranky.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8767934685064685398</id><published>2010-05-28T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:51:19.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation? Certainly! But hopefully for a longer time than i think it would last.</title><content type='html'>Hi class,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Attached are 2 good examples for P6 that I like you to look at, which I think met the requirements of the task well.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can learn something from each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example I’ve received permission to use and the other I’m sorry I can’t wait for your response ‘cos I might not have access to LEO and RP email soon. But they are anonymousJ And thanks for sharing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, both were done in PPT, but that doesn’t mean it’s what made them good or the reason I’ve selected them.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the presentation, the ideas and the execution.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PPT was inside. Happy yea.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8767934685064685398?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8767934685064685398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/motivation-certainly-but-hopefully-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8767934685064685398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8767934685064685398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/motivation-certainly-but-hopefully-for.html' title='Motivation? Certainly! But hopefully for a longer time than i think it would last.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3129700392060931432</id><published>2010-05-10T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:45:14.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So i found a source of help.:)</title><content type='html'>http://www.mindef.gov.sg/life/secrets.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i need to do. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is follow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3129700392060931432?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3129700392060931432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-found-source-of-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3129700392060931432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3129700392060931432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-found-source-of-help.html' title='So i found a source of help.:)'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-9115781861320960607</id><published>2010-05-10T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:26:32.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S-cMM4MWCoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UfG3tWddnWI/s1600/FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S-cMM4MWCoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UfG3tWddnWI/s320/FINAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469353687846881922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm supposed to train for all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life i scared of NAPFA sia. AHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-9115781861320960607?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9115781861320960607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/napfa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/9115781861320960607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/9115781861320960607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/napfa.html' title='NAPFA'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S-cMM4MWCoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UfG3tWddnWI/s72-c/FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1318800731004398733</id><published>2010-05-10T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:43:17.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic. Like Totally.</title><content type='html'>GAMES GAMES GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONS OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing games all my life. So figuring from them, i should be able to come up with instant ideas immediately no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEH... WRONG. DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably because it's this kinda timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor says, i need to show people what i CAN do, not what i will do. I've got the idea, i just ain't charging through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON AR! THIS IS STEP ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS... IS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARTA!!! RAWR!!!! HAHAAHHAH! Ok i shall stop my nonsense here and start brainstorming.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1318800731004398733?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1318800731004398733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/ironic-like-totally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1318800731004398733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1318800731004398733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/ironic-like-totally.html' title='Ironic. Like Totally.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-646592081300213274</id><published>2010-05-05T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:08:13.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Children</title><content type='html'>One's crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's an insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I don't know why, but i keep thinking of me dying. Dying dying dying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I don't want to scold vulgarities. I want to sleep. I can't sleep. I need a hug. I need somebody to tell me everything is ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-646592081300213274?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/646592081300213274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/646592081300213274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/646592081300213274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-children.html' title='The Three Children'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8084859829603648987</id><published>2010-05-04T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:33:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i wanna wake up and see familiar faces</title><content type='html'>I still haven went to do my blood test yet. Not really sure when i'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my normal response is to wait till it becomes serious, but the thing is, i can't tell whether this will be serious anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's face was like, *Dramatic music playing as the main character's future is seen as death*. Seriously. I may treat it as a joke, but i'm scared too. It ain't drool, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for the links to it. I hope everything will be ok, as always.:) The closest I am ready to accept is leukemia. Anything worse, probably i'll just shell up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymphoma Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, the first sign of lymphoma is a painless swelling in the neck, under an arm, or in the groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enlarged lymph node sometimes causes other symptoms by pressing against a vein or lymphatic vessel (swelling of an arm or leg), a nerve (pain, numbness, or tingling), or the stomach (early feeling of fullness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[WTF, I think my leg is now having this shit because of the stupid swelling, and my hand kenna the other time recently, and the swelling is still there.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leukemia Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following symptoms of leukemia are common to all types:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Unexplained fever &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Frequent infections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Night sweats &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Fatigue (feeling tired or washed out) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Weight loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    * Headache &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Confusion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Balance problems &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Blurred vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Painful swellings in the neck, under the arms, or in the groin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Shortness of breath &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Nausea or vomiting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I had this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Abdominal pain and/or swelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Testicular pain and/or swelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Pain in the bones or joints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Weakness or loss of muscle control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Seizures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw told me i slimmed down. When i heard that i was like... Serious? I did not take a look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take the blood test. But school's timing is FUCKED UP. Ah wtf lah. I hope i'm just over-thinking things. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8084859829603648987?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8084859829603648987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-i-wanna-wake-up-and-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8084859829603648987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8084859829603648987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-i-wanna-wake-up-and-see.html' title='Because i wanna wake up and see familiar faces'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8282039447739529997</id><published>2010-05-02T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:39:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia. LOL.</title><content type='html'>Some of my relatives are over now. Namely, my Da gu, Xiao gu and uncle robin. The adults are flipping thru the children's photo album. Well mostly mine and my older but still younger than me sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing their squeals and exclamations like... HAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHHAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAAAAAHAHAAHAAHAAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA SO CUTE! HAHA SO CUTE!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Da gu best, she take one of my nude baby photos and she said in chinese. HEH HEH, next time i can use this photo to blackmail u liao. BRING HOME 100k PER MONTH,NVR BRING BACK AR... U KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN... HEH HEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAAHA SIBEI DRAMA PLZ! But i very full ar, wanna sleep, budden scared heartburn, so i just stone there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall go and watch LIVERFOOL VS CHELSHIT.:) HOPE LIVERFOOLS WIN AND CHELSEA LOSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8282039447739529997?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8282039447739529997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8282039447739529997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8282039447739529997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia-lol.html' title='Nostalgia. LOL.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3899178481195111172</id><published>2010-05-02T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:04:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SCREAM FOR ICE-CREAM!</title><content type='html'>YESSSAHHH!! I finally attacked the chocolate ice-cream in my freezer.:) But hor... Haven eat lunch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i think i give yh an sms.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3899178481195111172?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3899178481195111172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-scream-for-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3899178481195111172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3899178481195111172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-scream-for-ice-cream.html' title='I SCREAM FOR ICE-CREAM!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1973048420358012011</id><published>2010-05-02T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:48:56.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY FOOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>I left my room to scavenge around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MOMMY was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a short short conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have breakfast, Zai Mee Fen.:) YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1973048420358012011?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1973048420358012011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1973048420358012011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1973048420358012011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay-food.html' title='YAY FOOD!!!!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2959259812400341977</id><published>2010-05-02T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:42:45.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>Up early again~ Wah. Now like 8 plus only sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just had to wake up, cause my tummy refuse to let me sleep anymore. Keep growling and growling. I oso cnt eat what i want yet!!!! RAWR!!! What to eat huh? what to eat?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, as i'm figuring what i can eat.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2959259812400341977?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2959259812400341977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2959259812400341977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2959259812400341977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3225519227424173941</id><published>2010-05-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:28:41.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache again. That's all.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3225519227424173941?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3225519227424173941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/headache-again-thats-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3225519227424173941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3225519227424173941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/headache-again-thats-all.html' title='Headache again. That&apos;s all.:)'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6443260311192822301</id><published>2010-05-01T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:42:51.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE!</title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING!!! AGAIN!!! Its like 11 already. AND YES. NOW I'M AT 80% LIAO. So today i will be going to a match at yishun. HOPE I CAN SCORE! HAHAHAHAHHAHA! Problem is... Must bring alot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second match without ciggs.:) Not bad... See how lah the stamina, i very scared i cnt last one half. But aiya, we'll see how it goes.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the main thing i scared is ltr my sickness come back again. WAH that one... I sad like wad only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6443260311192822301?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6443260311192822301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6443260311192822301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6443260311192822301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope.html' title='HOPE!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8124090911707226916</id><published>2010-05-01T07:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:43:52.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird..</title><content type='html'>Like WAD THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i so early wake up. AHHAHHAHA! Last night after i received baby's call, which i think lasted ard 10-15 secs? I went to sleep. Well, i must have been like a log, cause i didn't feel any disturbances at all. Normally when i sleep, i will be awake for a few seconds, then decide that i'm too tired and go back to sleep. LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better, so i feel like driving the car. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! But oh well... I scared ltr daddy need use the car or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I SHALL FIND SOMETHING TO DO. CYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8124090911707226916?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8124090911707226916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8124090911707226916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8124090911707226916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/05/weird.html' title='Weird..'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7396718097231235721</id><published>2010-04-29T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:54:50.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes real fast. It's been 6 days now.:)</title><content type='html'>Whoa... Turns out i'm been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sick for at least 6 days&lt;/span&gt; yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven smoked in 6 days. Don't intend to continue anyway. It's getting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7396718097231235721?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7396718097231235721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-passes-real-fast-its-been-6-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7396718097231235721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7396718097231235721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-passes-real-fast-its-been-6-days.html' title='Time passes real fast. It&apos;s been 6 days now.:)'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7774939800445513309</id><published>2010-04-28T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:45:17.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, all that mattered, was that i had your shoulder to lean on.:)</title><content type='html'>Sorry if i scared u in the middle of the night. And kept u worrying until i was a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there were times i really wanted to reply u, but my stupid infection just made me shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say this, mostly because i couldn't. But just before u left, i totally forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU BABY! EVEN THOUGH U MAY FEEL FRUSTATED AT TIMES BECAUSE U THOUGHT U COULDN'T HELP ME DIRECTLY, BUT LIKE I MENTIONED. ALL YOU NEEDED TO DO, WAS JUST BE THERE WITH ME.:) AND I'M SO GLAD I HAD YOUR SHOUDLER TO LEAN ON.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WO! AI! NI! BAOBEI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7774939800445513309?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7774939800445513309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-all-that-mattered-was-that-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7774939800445513309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7774939800445513309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-all-that-mattered-was-that-i-had.html' title='Well, all that mattered, was that i had your shoulder to lean on.:)'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8893841425570666547</id><published>2010-04-26T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:00:49.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumps on my neck.</title><content type='html'>Two lumps on each side of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything serious to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my home phone is ringing, but i'm too tired to go over and answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do wanna go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE TOILET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8893841425570666547?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8893841425570666547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/lumps-on-my-neck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8893841425570666547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8893841425570666547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/lumps-on-my-neck.html' title='Lumps on my neck.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8893120004230241792</id><published>2010-04-25T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:05:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. WAH LAO. I wan to commend my fucking fever, for being so strong.:) It went from 38.1 to 38.7 to a fucking 39.3. ZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today i should be an object of devotion, because i did the impossible. I drink water like 99.9% of the time today, other than that i drank 100 plus or-leng. I also ate 4 fucking vitamins, FOR KIDS. SEE HOW DESPERATE I AM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO WANNA GO TO SCH TML TO STUDY. :P Too bad got this sickness, cause my chances of going to sch tml seems to be slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall type this down, while i'm feeling "i-can-last-writing-down-stuff-on-my-blog" feeling.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THIS SICKNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY! I WILL NOT MEET U UNTIL I GET WELL! BECAUSE I DON'T WANT U TO KENNA OSO. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8893120004230241792?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8893120004230241792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8893120004230241792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8893120004230241792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2449187037605459195</id><published>2010-04-14T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:18:11.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEK</title><content type='html'>I need to be a geek for now. Budden no game. WAH LAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAD A BORING GEEK LIFE. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2449187037605459195?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2449187037605459195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/geek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2449187037605459195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2449187037605459195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/geek.html' title='GEEK'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3645596440306941209</id><published>2010-04-10T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T03:39:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT TOO BAD BUT NOT THAT GOOD EITHER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SEE MY TIMETABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S798V8NGw9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/plVw599qM8A/s1600/MY+TIMETABLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S798V8NGw9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/plVw599qM8A/s320/MY+TIMETABLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458217989776524242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8AM CLASS WAH LAO WAH LAO WAH LAO WAH LAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3645596440306941209?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3645596440306941209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-too-bad-but-not-that-good-either.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3645596440306941209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3645596440306941209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-too-bad-but-not-that-good-either.html' title='NOT TOO BAD BUT NOT THAT GOOD EITHER...'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S798V8NGw9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/plVw599qM8A/s72-c/MY+TIMETABLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1706684015413523737</id><published>2010-04-03T07:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:18:47.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue?</title><content type='html'>My game was over a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven attempted it in 2-3 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hovered in my mind, sometimes more prominent than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finally put in some tokens and gave a second try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO REGRETS.:) DEFINITELY.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first MORNING RUN since secondary 4.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sprinting... Is much slower compared to my personal best [No worries here.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stamina... If i could have my previous self look at my stamina now, i would have shouted "NOOBA"! HAHAHHHAHA! Well nothing continuation can't help.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALKING... Not really brisk-walking? But not slow paced walking too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*BEST PART*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL... Maybe NOT the BEST part in terms of description, but who cares... HERE GOES.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached my doorstep, apparently, my BARF-O-METER was in the red section. So yea, i barfed. But no worries, i expected to barf already. But what i barfed out, wasn't so bad news after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like i vomitted out tar. Cause it was black. I was like, i didn't eat nothing black. So i assumed it was tar, oh well. WHAT ELSE COULD BE THAT BLACK AND SLIMEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most prolly.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I haven't slept a wink, simply because i couldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1706684015413523737?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1706684015413523737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/continue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1706684015413523737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1706684015413523737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/continue.html' title='Continue?'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8498135532949742708</id><published>2010-04-03T07:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:04:48.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be taking that for real.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOR REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8498135532949742708?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8498135532949742708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-gonna-be-taking-that-for-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8498135532949742708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8498135532949742708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-gonna-be-taking-that-for-real.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be taking that for real.:)'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7135477740631914475</id><published>2010-04-03T05:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T05:57:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were to keep doing it, there will be no meaning to it. Because it would become a habit. AND LOVE AIN'T A HABIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7135477740631914475?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7135477740631914475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-were-to-keep-doing-it-there-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7135477740631914475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7135477740631914475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-were-to-keep-doing-it-there-will.html' title='If i were to keep doing it, there will be no meaning to it. Because it would become a habit. AND LOVE AIN&apos;T A HABIT.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4993187984385245324</id><published>2010-04-02T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:09:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes to come.</title><content type='html'>Daddy asked me to continue his summary work for him today. Kinda irritated that i have to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do it because it is what keeps the money for my parents' work flowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, nobody else can do it. [My engRish supposedly at their standard.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ALOT of free time. [VERY IRRITATED AT THIS.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE, i'll get a little more pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCUSSION TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i talked to my mom about it, and she was like telling me: "You holidays what, i see u at home oso nvr do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which i replied: "Now last few days of holidays liao, obviously its the time we party and play harder what... Then if i help u all, do from early morning like 8 or 9 is quite bad, then confirm i want finish ONE day's work wad, sure do until early next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I didn't add this, but i'm sure she gets the hint : &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEN NEXT DAY SAME THING AGAIN. WAH LAO!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom gave the BEST REPLY EVER: "Just treat it as part time job lor. Your friends oso working part time right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JITAO OWNED / PAWNED / FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say, so... Sian.... I must start liao.. Soon... HAI... SIGH... [ADD WHATEVER SIAN EMOTICON]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4993187984385245324?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4993187984385245324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4993187984385245324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4993187984385245324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes-to-come.html' title='Changes to come.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6454129454402523901</id><published>2010-03-28T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:20:21.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROADCASTING IN PROGRESS</title><content type='html'>#^@!%$!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at times like these that i want a signal broadcasting to a radio or speaker of some sort for my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can just shoot everything in everyone's faces when i don't give a fuck and am too irritated to state things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*BROADCASTING BEGINS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Signal for Dear Mommy.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY ARH! CAN U LIKE HOR. BE MORE SENSITIVE?! DADDY IS OBVIOUSLY STRESSED BY THE COOKING ALREADY AND U STILL TAKE CALLS ABOUT WORK AND SHOUT ACROSS THE HOUSE FOR HIM. WHY MAKE AN ALREADY STRESSED MAN EVEN MORE STRESSED?! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DINNER. SHOULD. FUCKING HELL NOT BE THE PLACE&lt;/span&gt; FOR WORK, STUDY OR ANY MOOD KILLER TOPICS, FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Signal for Dear Daddy.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE U ARE WAY SMARTER THAN U ALREADY SEEM, SO... I THINK IT IS QUITE LOGICAL. QUITE AR DADDY. QUITE. IT IS FUCKING HELL LOGICAL THAT WHEN U ARE STRESSED ABOUT COOKING, U TELL MOMMY TO HANG UP AND CALL BACK LATER. THEN WHEN U GET OVER STRESSED, U POP, THEN EVERYONE GOES INTO A FUCKING PCB MOOD. SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Signal for Dear OLDER but still YOUNGER than me SISTER.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U. SINCE YOUNG ALREADY, EVERYBODY TELL U, CLEAN UR FUCKING SPOON AND FORK BEFORE U FUCKING PUT IT IN ANY FUCKING SOUP OR FOOD, FUCK!!! GROW SOME SENSE FUCK. TELL U HOW MANY TIMES U JUST SHRUG IT OFF. CB!!! IF NOT IMPORTANT I KEEP SAYING FOR FUCK?! FUCKING DISGUSTING U KNOW?! SO WHAT IF I'M A FUCKING GUY, THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT! IT IS CALL.... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TABLE MANNERS.:)&lt;/span&gt; FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Signal for Dear Younger Brother.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good boy today, nvr piss kor kor off.:) I should fucking hell buy u a toy or something. Hopefully u don't talk too much nonsense, and hopefully u'll keep ur leg down when u sit. Don't sit like some cb kia, or i will bloody hell kp u till u fed-up.:) That is all.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Signal for Dear Youngest Sister.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB. U SERIOUSLY LUCKY U NOT ANY OLDER. OR I SMACK U AR! ASK U EAT DUN WAN EAT, THEN WHEN PROPER MEAL ENDS U SAY HUNGRY THEN U GO SNACK. EVERY DINNER, WHEN WE EAT, I HAVE NEVER SEEN U PROPERLY EAT UR FUCKING FOOD BEFORE. COMPLAIN HERE COMPLAIN THERE. ASK U EAT U DRINK SOUP ONLY, GIVE U FOOD U THROW ONE SIDE, OR EAT ALREADY STEP ONE VOMIT. EH, I TELL U AR, I CHAO CHAO OSO 13 YEARS OLDER THAN U HOR, HALF THAT, EVEN 6 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE CAN LET ME KNOW WHEN U ARE MISBEHAVING HOR. THINGS DON'T GO UR WAY, U CRY. CRY LAH CRY SOMEMORE, THEN GROW UP DEPENDING ON PEOPLE, THOSE PEOPLE WILL ONLY USE U AND THROW U AWAY WHEN THEY'RE DONE. MAYBE THEN U WILL LEARN THE HARD WAY. I'VE GOT MANY MANY MORE THINGS TO SHOOT AT U. BUT I SHALL STOP HERE. CAUSE I CAN'T BE BOTHERED ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT A FUCKED UP DINNER.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6454129454402523901?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6454129454402523901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/broadcasting-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6454129454402523901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6454129454402523901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/broadcasting-in-progress.html' title='BROADCASTING IN PROGRESS'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7469264971560357352</id><published>2010-03-21T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:22:16.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS</title><content type='html'>When i say that i won't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that i wanted my first to last till the end. So why would i do something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realise it is stupid that i don't let u go out with "U know who". Because ultimately, no matter how much i don't trust the guy, u have the final decision. So i will apologize for having not enough trust. This situation today made me realise the lack of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I will not object to anything else anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I TRUST U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether i can say the same here for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that when i'm get really pissed i won't ever show it to u. Well this ain't going to be the time i show anything. Guess bottling up from the past does have its uses. I ain't REALLY pissed, but i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST... Tell u a secret. My shoulders are getting colder by the moment. Don't know how long it will take to go back to normal. No expectations. So don't pin no hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; my phone and lappy will have a freak accident. I just got the feeling. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because of the blood that keeps circling in my mouth, i doubt there will be anything sweet coming outta my mouth anytime soon. Just informing u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long? Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; after this we will get stronger? I ain't putting hopes on anything, cause i don't wanna be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth seems to be cramping up. Guess i'm not talking no more for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7469264971560357352?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7469264971560357352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7469264971560357352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7469264971560357352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-575448202864807286</id><published>2010-03-20T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:37:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>666 RAHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RQpJTzsyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XDdNyVlXZVg/s1600-h/Blog+triple+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RQpJTzsyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XDdNyVlXZVg/s320/Blog+triple+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570116829000482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL RANDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-575448202864807286?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/575448202864807286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/666-rahhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/575448202864807286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/575448202864807286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/666-rahhhhh.html' title='666 RAHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RQpJTzsyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XDdNyVlXZVg/s72-c/Blog+triple+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4463393308446800213</id><published>2010-03-16T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T03:50:47.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH OH OH REALISATION!!!</title><content type='html'>MY VIEW COUNT IS GOING TO BE 666!!! I'm gonna printscreen it and post it. LOL RANDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4463393308446800213?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4463393308446800213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-oh-oh-realisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4463393308446800213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4463393308446800213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-oh-oh-realisation.html' title='OH OH OH REALISATION!!!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2943466628946097370</id><published>2010-03-16T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T03:47:32.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN I PLEASE GET SOME STEREO?</title><content type='html'>Its like.... 338am on my com now. I'm suppose to be sleeping. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught the elusive &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PETER CHAO&lt;/span&gt; video from youtube [Keep on forgetting to watch, then when i remember i don't have any lappy or desktop accessible to me.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY PLZ HIS SUPER 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000x SIBEI FAIL "ANGER JUMP". HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! I literally L-O-L-ED at his super fail. HHAHAAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but i don't want headphones or ear phones anymore. I want to have a sound bubble plz. Like... All the music just surrounds me wherever i go, and it's sound proof, so people won't be affected by my music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACHIAM THEME MUSIC SIA!! HAHAHHAHAHAH!!! Shit i'm thinking random again. Oh wait. I AM RANDOM. AHHAAHHAAHAH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THEME MUSIC FOR THE DAY : djsemih64-kid cudi day n nigt-inna love ELECTRO remix 2010 www.djsemih64.tk.mp3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNNO WHAT IT IS RIGHT.... TOO BAD.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I SHALL DOWNLOAD THIS DAMN SONG AND SEND IT TO MY PHONE THEN OFF THE LIGHT THEN SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2943466628946097370?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2943466628946097370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-please-get-some-stereo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2943466628946097370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2943466628946097370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-please-get-some-stereo.html' title='CAN I PLEASE GET SOME STEREO?'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6706791237265436818</id><published>2010-03-07T06:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:59:08.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINISH LIAO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Almost.:) Just need the finishing touches! And i'm pretty sure i'm gonna be cui for the rest of the day. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6706791237265436818?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6706791237265436818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6706791237265436818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6706791237265436818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-108557687153606562</id><published>2010-03-06T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:08:02.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN THERE'S A WILL. THERE'S A WAY.</title><content type='html'>Long long time since i tried this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn finish by tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will finish by tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-108557687153606562?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/108557687153606562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-theres-will-theres-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/108557687153606562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/108557687153606562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-theres-will-theres-way.html' title='WHEN THERE&apos;S A WILL. 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THE ONLY THING I REMEMBERED UP TILL NOW IS BEING SELFISH.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2843390466855373843</id><published>2010-02-16T05:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:10:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!</title><content type='html'>I'm still awake. Taking SMALL SMALL sips from my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH. Brian's asleep. I'm still waiting. 1/4 of the bottle left? I'm gonna keep at it till... Who knows? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tipsy tats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BRIAN IS NOW AWAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cup liao.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster Faster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2843390466855373843?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2843390466855373843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2843390466855373843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2843390466855373843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring.html' title='BORING!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3170584652251732427</id><published>2010-02-08T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:45:59.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trackback to a few days ago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S3AabOgyuTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_mqv0W0GuAE/s1600-h/P2236_31-01-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S3AYScmEeTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OYAomllXomU/s320/P2103%5B01%5D_31-01-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435871455428770098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S3AYRm_VE_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/iI7Ylm2l_Es/s1600-h/P2102_31-01-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S3AYRm_VE_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/iI7Ylm2l_Es/s320/P2102_31-01-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435871441039201266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Fantastic meal at POPEYE! One set was like $12! Damn ex, but damn worth. 4 pieces of crunchy chicken fried to perfection laid out in a platter of Bread, Jam, Mashed potato and Drinks! [Drinks had to be bought individually]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This following video. Shows the epic ownage done on angie. And YH's best ever act cute captured on video! HAHAHAAH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rundown on the video is... Yh and i were actually gonna play a game of scissors, paper and stone to see who would finish the last piece of bread and jam. Budden... We decided to wait for Angie and add her into the game. Well.. Guess who lost? No prizes will be given though. HAHHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the process of the loser eating the bread and jam... 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I'M SO FUCKING HARDWORKING!</title><content type='html'>This entire day. I have been working so hard. FOR MY UT 3! YES! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORKING&lt;/span&gt; THIS IS KINTOH'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT! HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that made me like... WTF?! For a moment, then after that, i was like... Ahhh who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "ELDER THAN THE REST BUT STILL YOUNGER THAN ME" sister, said this. "First time i see kor kor studying sia." NB! I GOT STUDY ONE HOR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom say, aiya he in the room studying mah, so u nvr see. CHEY... MAMA KNOWS BEST! HAAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok somebody treat me supper or something, i'm hungry. Reward me for my hard work pl0x. HAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3160062637638982477?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3160062637638982477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-yeah-im-so-fucking-hardworking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3160062637638982477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3160062637638982477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-yeah-im-so-fucking-hardworking.html' title='FUCK YEAH! I&apos;M SO FUCKING HARDWORKING!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4895156476095223608</id><published>2010-02-07T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:54:06.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMRT FC!</title><content type='html'>SMRT! I'M DYING ALREADY! NO SOCCER REALLY CAN DIE ONE!!!! NEXT WEEK WE NEED TO PLAY PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kick some balls.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kick some balls.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kick some balls.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kick some balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT. I forgot to add the word "soccer". HAHHHAHAAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA KICK SOME SOCCER BALLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4895156476095223608?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4895156476095223608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/smrt-fc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4895156476095223608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4895156476095223608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/smrt-fc.html' title='SMRT FC!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-5195239324093045554</id><published>2010-02-06T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:31:59.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP to DEAR VAL</title><content type='html'>Dearest Val,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank you for 3 things. I would like to thank you for making me more concious of myself and everything that i do. I never thought something like that would happen. I really thought i could get u out during the holidays to party, to forget about everything else. I did know u have problems, but i didn't take the first step to approach u. It is sad and i feel quite stupid to have to wait till something like this to happen before i think about what life is and how easy it is to lose a significant presence. If anyone told me that this would happen, i would have told them to fuck off and i would treat it as a joke. Did u know? I honestly hoped that someone, preferably u, to pop up and say "JUST JOKING!". I don't mind being pissed off for a while, or to have a shock or scare. As long as u are ok. I still remember the last conversion that i had with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about our traffic police exams.:) U told me that if i put a 20 cent coin under my carpet before the test and when i was done i was suppose to give the instructor the coin? U said i would pass.:) Do u remember my reaction when u told me that? I laughed and said "AHAHA BULLSHIT SIA!!" and u replied "ZHEN DE!!!! HAHAHAHA!!" I don't mind that being our last conversion at all. At least i got to hear ur laugh one last time, and see u smile. Something that we all fail to treasure at the start. I will miss u! Even though i wasn't as close as yh was, as a friend, i am still devasted. I mean it. I said that i wouldn't cry, yet even as i'm typing this now, i'm sobbing in my room. I don't wanna pretend that i'm ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind that, the two other things that i want to thank you for.:) Are TLC.:) Do u still remember? In muay thai last time? They would ask us if we wanted Table, Ladder, Chair or Tender Loving Care? Contrary to that, Table Ladder Chair was the softer one. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i met u in muay thai, i was so intimidated by u. One funny thing though, u may be pissed, but hahaha! What are friends for yea? I was asking my fren, eh that one boy or girl? HAHA! Then that time we were lining up for the kicks, my leg was quite sore from the kicks from the guys, then when u stepped forward to kick, i was like "EH EH RELAC RELAC!!". And u really kicked softly.:) Thanks for that time too yea. Ltr my leg break. LOL! I also k-p-o when u and yi hong they all playing monster hunter. Then i kept giving stupid questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we would have dinner after training? I would eat 2 meals, then all of u were like WTF?! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memory is quite funny and cute too. When we were smoking outside sch at that void deck? Then yh ragu and i ran across the road, u were left standing there shouting "OOOOI!!!". Cross road oso so scared. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet one of ur most awkward moments with me was when we went zouk for the first time? Where i dragged u into the middle and everyone else was trying to make u dance. Damn that must have been awkward, no? Ur body language was so obvious! HAHAHA!!! Then everytime msn always use PENGZ ar. HAHHAHAHA!! Pengz Zai! VALERIE! I will always treasure a friend like u! I will always try to make time to visit u together with YH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to make friends for life. I wanna make friends FOREVER! Hopefully wherever u are, u are doing fine. If got any problem, just shout "PENGZ!" and chiong only! Got anybody make u, just muay thai kick them, ur shin still very the hard, THAT ONE I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can, i will come down to ur wake ltr, and i will try to make it for ur cremation too! RIP DEAR VAL! U will always be sorely missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd March 1990 - 5th February 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-5195239324093045554?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5195239324093045554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-to-dear-val.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5195239324093045554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5195239324093045554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-to-dear-val.html' title='RIP to DEAR VAL'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-789220300870712521</id><published>2010-01-17T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:02:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgrace.</title><content type='html'>A tattoo is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PIECE OF ART&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo holds a certain &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SIGNIFICANCE&lt;/span&gt; when people get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo holds a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STORY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo does &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; give you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AUTHORITY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/span&gt; mean you can do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HATE PEOPLE LIKE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a problem? State it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the way you act, and at the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why oh why, didn't you tick me off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that IS what you are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You BRING &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISGRACE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FILTHY MOTHERFUCKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could i would... imprison you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can hear your screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you what Hell on earth is like.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'll smile at you everytime i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll let your friends hear you scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll see. What "Friends" they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-789220300870712521?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/789220300870712521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/disgrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/789220300870712521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/789220300870712521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/disgrace.html' title='Disgrace.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8071081295993162653</id><published>2010-01-11T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:49:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Mood.</title><content type='html'>I'm so looking forward to the holidays already... Even though tml, or rather later, is only the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; week of school. Out of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 weeks&lt;/span&gt; remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... My body is tired. Not like dead tired, but i bet i will be dead tired if i run another 1km. SERIOUSLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met YH and Brian just now. Met brian first cause yh was at work. Then we just slack around our estate until like 10 plus? Then just suddenly wanna play basketball. So we went to my block there to take. I asked my maid to throw the ball down from the 3rd floor. And i let the ball bounce once before taking it. So i'm thinking some people may have been shocked. LOL! Oh well, no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... THANKS TO MR BLACKIE. YES YH! THANKS ARH!!! Let me train stamina only! HAHAHAHAH! That bastard suggest that we play a dare. So we're suppose to shoot 3 point shots. There were 3 of us. So for every person that scores, u have to run one round. [&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Provided u miss ur shot lah.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had to run one round around the hill beside the court. Which &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOOKS&lt;/span&gt; short, but it is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOTALLY WTF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, i had to run a total of 6? I think around there lah, 6 or more rounds. NB! Then the brian first round go sprint... Then i oso dunno why i bodoh go follow him. LOL! But aiya, good lah, can train. In the middle of the night. HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that FREE training. We went over to my place to catch an episode of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 day 1 night&lt;/span&gt;. WHOO!!! FUNNY ONLY! HAHHAH! Now... YH! I WAN A CHALET! WE MUST SABOTAGE PEOPLE AR!!! HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i better sleep, still need to meet nigel they all for breakfast. THIS TIME... I WILL BE ON TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8071081295993162653?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8071081295993162653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8071081295993162653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8071081295993162653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday Mood.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7520875247695453644</id><published>2010-01-03T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:07:40.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thump! Thump! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Part 3 was about... My heart. Now it's for my outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Left side of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;neck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Left side of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;chin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;butt cheek&lt;/span&gt;. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;elbows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt a thump too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for my neck. Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brb. I go read MLIA first. LOL Quite boring ar now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yh and i were playing bb around 8 plus 9. At gombak. Since multiple courts were taken across bukit batok. Anyway. We were shooting and stuff, until this group of ah lians and ah bengs came. Two guys, three girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys asked to play, and yh and i were like anything lor. Oh, just to mention, they were young boys. LOL Secondary school. Confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... They were quite haolian, like before we start, the guy keep talking cock. -.-" His other fren just like keep sucking up to him. Like. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm about that, so we played. Then right at the start, my slipper got clipped on the floor, so i fell forward. And suay suay, the guy in front of me was jumping. Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then *BANG* his head hit my chin, which pushed me back down to the floor, and i hit the back of my head. Whoo, still can rmb the feeling. My jaw like sore only, then the back of my head was like throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise ar, when i injured quite seriously ar... I always hear the people around me say... Ohhhh... HAHHAHAHA! Like funny only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was like... Aiya... Ok lah just play only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So considered the fact that i was injured. Not bad lah, can score. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; didn't thrash them, YH did. LOL! I just stood there to shoot the hoops. And defend a little, cause i was lazy to do lay ups or whatever their name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my body is still sore. EVEN AFTER I DRANK LAST NIGHT! WTF!!!! Where did all the blood circulation go?!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7520875247695453644?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7520875247695453644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/thump-thump-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7520875247695453644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7520875247695453644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/thump-thump-part-2.html' title='Thump! Thump! Part 2'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2068621616375835687</id><published>2010-01-03T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:19:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thump! Thump! Part 3</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. It's the afternoon already. LOL! First thing i do when i wake up? On lappy. LOL habit liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TYPE A FEW THINGS DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIGGEST SHOCK / POTENTIAL MATERIAL FOR HEART ATTACK / DEATH SENTENCE / FINE / MURDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i shall tell u all what i wanna do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO NOT WANT&lt;/span&gt; TO DRIVE MY'S DAD CAR UNTIL I PASS MY TP. [Unless holidays. LOL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MORNING..... Usual. Yh and Brian came down. I drove around again. HAHAHA! This time around cck and jurong east. Wah i tell u... When we were driving at the mega slope at Jurong East... There was nothing but construction shit. Then when i took a big round back to go for that mega slope again... I saw different coloured lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping it was something else. But i noticed the vehicles in front of me slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lights. Hmmm... Hopefully it's just the construction people lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue lights. JIA LAT. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POLICE&lt;/span&gt;. CONFIRMED. WAH ^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us in the car were like... CB DIE AR DIE AR DIE AR! EH HOW EH HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily... The police [woman] didn't check for license [when they should've, but who cares.], she just asked us where we were going. Immediately, we responded. Bukit Batok. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we just chiong home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2068621616375835687?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2068621616375835687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/thump-thump-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2068621616375835687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2068621616375835687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/thump-thump-part-3.html' title='Thump! Thump! Part 3'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3861582765097314413</id><published>2010-01-02T05:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:31:06.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two OH One OH!</title><content type='html'>Just got back home. Drove again. Well... Driving is fun no? But breaking the rules are even more fun.:) Record now is 6? Or maybe 8 rounds. At the hillview there. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i can safely say i have much much more confidence in my driving already.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THIS IS ONE OF MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS! TO PASS MY UPCOMING TP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep. Although my eyes are damn tired. Body is kinda tired too, but... ALAS... The laptop is on. HAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, oh no it's YTD. I slept for at least 14 hrs.:) LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! Slept from 6 plus in the morning the day before, until 6 plus last evening. POWER LAH! Then after that at my aunt's house, i slept again. LOL From erm.... 9 plus to 12. HHAHAHA!! So that is erm... 15 hrs. NOT BAD. AHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i slept at 6 plus am the other day? Was out with Aloy, Brian, YH and "Fei Mao". AHHAHA! We went to Clarke quay, cause marina was too crowded. We then ended up at pritpal's club. Where yh and i got 3 drinks, for free. A tequila, saboka(?)[That fire drink] and a whiskey with coke. Besides that, we bought a black label and chivas.:) WHOOO!!! Drunktard. HAAHAHHA! We got a free heineken, which brian finished with just two mega gulps. HAHHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to go back to our place at the pavilion, with aloy, brian, yh and i. Wah... We drink... Like shiok only. HAHAHA! I got damn tipsy, and i wanted to force myself to vomit... But... Oh well. Who cares yea? Over liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... There's one quarter of the black label left, and one FULL bottle of chivas.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to play soccer at JE later at SUPPOSEDLY 1030am. I confirm late one. LOL But i rather be late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE... Everytime i late, everyone on time. Then when i'm early... Everyone else will be like DAMN late. -.-" Dunno why, EVERYTIME like that. But oh well. As long as we get to play, who gives man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Now... Still kinda sian that my parents don't allow the doggy. Zzzz... But i'll get over it. Soon enough. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rest liao. I dun wan die ltr. HAHHHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3861582765097314413?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3861582765097314413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-oh-one-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3861582765097314413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3861582765097314413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-oh-one-oh.html' title='Two OH One OH!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2410603899141378808</id><published>2009-12-31T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:49:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year. New Things. New Experiences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2010! Arriving later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Am supposed to prepare to leave my house soon to go my cousin's aunt's hse. Bringing my xbox controllers over there to own everyone at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HALO 2.&lt;/span&gt; :p HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today can be considered as... Really unexpected i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning. YES THIS MORNING. I drove my dad's car again. According to yh, i've been driving my dad's car everyday since he came back. LOL! This time, we went to west coast, clementi, hillview, jurong east, lakeside, jurong west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West coast or else is clementi. REALLY SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME. STUPID CATS! RAWR!!! Both black cats. I was joking around with brian doing the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HEARTBEAT&lt;/span&gt; dance under some block while we were looking for an ATM. Then suddenly these two cats like behind us scowl and screech. FWAH! I literally jumped and grabbed my heart. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore at that moment i was saying "Can you feel my heartbeat?". Then when that incident happened. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; felt my heartbeat. LOL! Beat until pain ar. HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to west coast to eat some mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the usual, slopes and turn-abouts. Oh but this morning's turnabout was damn funny. This taxi uncle, suddenly slow down in front of us, even though i was letting him go because [must give way to right wad] and oso i wan him to go first so that i can turn a few rounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKALY... HE OSO TURN AROUND and AROUND. LOLOLOLOLOLOL! Then brian was like TAILGATE TAILGATE! HAHAHAHA! So we just follow lor. AHAHAHAH! Until another taxi come, then i was like, ok stop playing liao. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY... THIS MORNING! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt; took my dad's car slot! WHOOO!!! HAPPY OR WAD! AHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i should really go to get a shower now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be over at my cousin's aunt's place. Then most prolly off to town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-GE-SOU! LETS GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2410603899141378808?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2410603899141378808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-things-new-experiences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2410603899141378808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2410603899141378808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-things-new-experiences.html' title='New Year. New Things. New Experiences.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7434025048563946467</id><published>2009-12-30T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:43:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd time is the charm. I hope. HA!</title><content type='html'>Totally like... Er... Dunno lah. Not really sian, not really scared, not really not caring. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT OF THE PREVIOUS TIME DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHA 6998 G!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to have to remember alot of license plates. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS BASTARD TAXI UNCLE! WAH LAO EH!!!! SPOIL THE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, slope-ed twice at the jurong east there. One at 100. Another at 80~90. Went to west coast too. HAHA! LIKE WHOO! OH OH! And we saw police. WAH I TELL U! I SCARED LIKE FUCK THAT ONE! BUT LUCKILY... The police were there for another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accident. Dunno how to guy drive oso. LOL DRIVE UNTIL CAN HIT TREE. -.-" Either drunk, or car spoil. But u shld know what i'm thinking the reason is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a sunrise though. At bloody hell 4 plus am. SERIOUS. 4AM. Sunrise! FUCKING COOL ONLY! Then erm... What else ar... Erm... No danger driving today. Kinda tired i guess. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! Yar my dad's car got parked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt; today. LOL First time the slot was kinda far away. Then this other taxi drove off, so we took his slot. Then after a while, this other car left. THANK HEAVENS his car is so much closer... Then we parked at HIS slot. HAHAHA! So... Hopefully things don't escalate too much later.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but... I think my dad already know's i'm driving his car illegally. Just that he dun wan say only. And according to yh, it is because i'm safe.:) Well i always am safe. :p HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... I think i can sleep. Well... I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; i can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still must ask mom to top up money tml... DIE AR DIE AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to experience. Just heck care lah. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actions have consequences&lt;/span&gt; yea? Well MOST of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... Off to bed.. [Hopefully.:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. More like MORNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7434025048563946467?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7434025048563946467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-time-is-charm-i-hope-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7434025048563946467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7434025048563946467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-time-is-charm-i-hope-ha.html' title='3rd time is the charm. I hope. HA!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1144785050817772310</id><published>2009-12-29T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:10:37.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/atomic-water-full-size.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/atomic-water-full-size.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piculous.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/slow-motion-bullets-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.piculous.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/slow-motion-bullets-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piculous.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/slow-motion-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 307px;" src="http://www.piculous.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/slow-motion-hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a really slow day. Don't know whether my ciggies have anything to do with it, since i haven't taken any today. Guess being lazy does have its positive sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected, i didn't start on PD, i just finished the work that had a deadline today. Last minute worker... AS USUAL. HA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives are over at here right now, and again, as usual, i'm in my room. HAHA! Forever i guess... Nvm.. At least no one can bother me.:) I can be as lazy as i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, i wanna ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people be more spontaneous? Be more... Like.. RANDOM PLZ! It really is getting boring. Nothing to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading MLIA, is like... Makes me feel.. like... Zzzz... Why doesn't anything like that happen? Even if some of the things happen, the people doing it will get fined or slammed or wadeva shit. Zzzz. Boring Aura rising..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, my heart is beating very fast. Maybe the helium from ytd? HAHAHA! Now that's something i wanna do... Scolding people in chipmunk voice! HAHAHAH!!! Too bad it's bad for health.. Zzzz... Everything i wanna do seems to be bad for my health. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Nvm. Listen. This is what i'm hearing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR8jOJZERhs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/GR8jOJZERhs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i just read something damn WTF. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ordered in Chinese food, so it came with a fortune cookie. My fortune read "When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out, because that's what's inside." I'm keeping that fortune for the rest of my life. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things are too obvious we forget about it. But for this case, it is more like... They have nothing more to write, so they write random nonsense like this. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... I think i will go to sleep again. Wake up ltr to get a my daily dose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1144785050817772310?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1144785050817772310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1144785050817772310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1144785050817772310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow-down.html' title='Slow down'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8186461310591175295</id><published>2009-12-27T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:50:19.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay or Suay? FUCKING SUAY AR!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAAH! Just back from a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;very very exciting adventure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell u of my journey.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2am&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of my little adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the magical key to the magical vehicle. And of course i took note of how the key was positioned before i took it.:) YH met me at my block, while brian took a short wait at the bus-stop opposite his block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's journey was alittle longer than the first time. Ok MUCH longer. HAHHHAH!!!! Jurong east --&gt; Jurong Point --&gt; Jurong West --&gt; Bukit Batok [Nasi Lemak there] --&gt; Bukit Gombak --&gt; Hillview --&gt; Bukit Batok Central --&gt; THEN FINALLY, home.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the HIGHLIGHTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 at the "hill" after science centre, laughed like crazy there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 at some route, forgot where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some BRILLIANT swerving at the Jurong West area. HHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rounds around the roundabout at Hillview.:) [Brian said he was kinda dizzy. LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGNIFICENT U-turn at central around my estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN COMES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST FUCKING FINALE EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARKING THE BLOODY CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ur supposed to say wad. LOL JUST KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL! SOME OTHER CAR &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[SJE 2545 L]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PARKED AT WHERE MY DAD'S CAR WAS ORIGINALLY AT! *&amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'm forced to park at some other spot at the carpark at my house there. Zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dad's car is at another spot, which is DAMN obvious the car has been driven. :p But at least i parked the car swee swee-ly. Just that it is at another spot. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my parents don't notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, all of you can prepare for my funeral downstairs of my block. 221. LOLOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i shall go sleep, and try to initate my survival plan later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHA! WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8186461310591175295?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8186461310591175295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/suay-or-suay-fucking-suay-ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8186461310591175295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8186461310591175295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/suay-or-suay-fucking-suay-ar.html' title='Suay or Suay? FUCKING SUAY AR!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-80522034970056471</id><published>2009-12-27T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:06:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RULE-BREAKER</title><content type='html'>MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PARENTS ARE IN THE ROOM LIAO. LIGHTS ARE OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC IS BLASTING IN MY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Han jsut msned me. We both know what is going on. And i'm getting FUCKING HIGH over it.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is better than any alcohol and music in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna post about anything today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is to wait till i hear the MAGIC sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CALLING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! WAH FUCK! I GETTING CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be one of the few times i'm happy to hear the sound of a snore.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIAM NIAM NIAM NIAM!!! A CHANCE TO BREAK RULES... *SPRINTS AROUND THE HOUSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-80522034970056471?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/80522034970056471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/rule-breaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/80522034970056471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/80522034970056471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/rule-breaker.html' title='RULE-BREAKER'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8656304159951520808</id><published>2009-12-27T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:37:26.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest?</title><content type='html'>I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH HEH HEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my parents to go to dreamland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then OLEWA will go to paradise. MWAHAHHAAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished one pack in a day. Zzzzz... Guess i'm going to die soon huh? Oh too bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8656304159951520808?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8656304159951520808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8656304159951520808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8656304159951520808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/rest.html' title='Rest?'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-5263940558564681510</id><published>2009-12-24T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:36:34.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Shopping...</title><content type='html'>Today i went shopping with YH and Angie, before they left for their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's target was to get clothes or attire appropriate for me to dance SORRY SORRY for my tuition centre's dinner and dance.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing was that... I didn't have any preference on what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing was that... I didn't know where to buy the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing was that... I was quite shy to try on the new attires, cause i was not wearing appropriate pants or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bugis to buy the items. We went to bugis street first, and... DIDN'T buy anything. HAHAHAHAH! Although we saw some interesting shirts and vests.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Iluma, where i FINALLY got a shirt and vest.:) With much help from the two. At this point, Angie was like close to giving in to temptation to buy stuff for herself. LOL! And yh and i weren't exactly helping. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Manhattan Fish Market to makan. Food there was nice.:) Big in their serving too!!! The fish... FUYOH!!! BIG LIKE WAD ONLY! I LIKE... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie then left for work, she was running late. Well... Can't say it's not my fault. So... Apologies to both YH and Angie, i caused them both to be late today. I owe u both then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After angie left for work, YH brought me to Marina Square. What was there, i tell u... I can ji tao take all my money and just throw it at the cashier and run out with bags of stuff. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to elaborate on the stuff. Later my heart really %$#@!.... YH! U WAIT! I GET MONEY FIRST! THEN I BUY TILL I SHIOK! HAHAHAHAHAH! I REALLY REALLY WANT THOSE SHOES! JUST WAIT! TML! OR LATER! I MAYBE GO BUY IT DAMNIT! WHOOO!!! $129.00 SIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i left for home.:) And nua till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank everybody for the christmas wishes.:) I hope u all get ur christmas wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just wanna go downstairs and get something to eat. Cya guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR [soon to come.:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-5263940558564681510?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5263940558564681510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5263940558564681510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5263940558564681510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-shopping.html' title='Shopping Shopping...'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-65619245293279899</id><published>2009-12-24T20:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:37:04.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie's Recommendation</title><content type='html'>Ok, now to post about my BREAKFAST today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't had a decent meal since ytd afternoon. So i was kinda hungry. Scavanging my house for food, all i found were biscuits and maggie mee. I was kinda sick of maggie mee, so.... Biscuits lor... Then angie gave me a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eat a slice of bread with milo powder on it. [Her childhood favourite.] LOL! So i tried it this morning, [or AFTERNOON really. :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K here is PROOF, that i did make your "CHILDHOOD DELICACY" and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... The internet is like really WTF now... Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SzNtcdiQ6KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ieWwcTZqTcA/s1600-h/P1259_24-12-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SzNtcdiQ6KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ieWwcTZqTcA/s320/P1259_24-12-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418795112388946082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo on bread. I used the 3 in 1 type, cause the content in the original can all became like a rock like that. Cnt break it apart. Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SzNtbjXtWNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yOfEyppMr8c/s1600-h/P1259%5B01%5D_24-12-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SzNtbjXtWNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yOfEyppMr8c/s320/P1259%5B01%5D_24-12-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418795096775416018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if ur wondering why the bread is brown? There it is. STARING RIGHT AT YOUR FACES. HAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall... Not bad lah... But i prefer just eating the powder by itself. Like what i'm doing right now. LOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!! I NEED ICE-CREAM!! NOW! BEN AND JERRY'S!!!! SMORES SMORES SMORES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... Nvm i shall get more milo powder, in an attempt to curb my ice-cream needs now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-65619245293279899?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/65619245293279899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/angies-recommendation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/65619245293279899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/65619245293279899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/angies-recommendation.html' title='Angie&apos;s Recommendation'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SzNtcdiQ6KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ieWwcTZqTcA/s72-c/P1259_24-12-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6496143548756449860</id><published>2009-12-23T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:41:19.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inking... Inking...</title><content type='html'>Damn... Ink. Seems like the shit. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching London Ink now. When i'm supposed to be bloody hell sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular woman took an entire phoenix on her back, and she finished it in one go. Seriously power. She was crying when they were doing it halfway through, but she pulled through and got some fabulous art on her entire back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTIRE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I oso wan. But must wait till after army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i'm thinking that there is a very high chance i can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, everything that i said i would do, i never fulfil. Yet for everything i said i WON'T do, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i think it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go find a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and find myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need.&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting abit dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEY. STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to London.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to LA.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Miami.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to France.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna.&lt;br /&gt;Bring.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TO ANOTHER LEVEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh... Man Vs Food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I WANNA TRY EVERY SINGLE DELICACY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel &amp; Living.&lt;br /&gt;Thirst for the NEW.&lt;br /&gt;A different way, to satisfy the senses.&lt;br /&gt;To see with new EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that i have done.&lt;br /&gt;Broke the rules that were set.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i just LOVE breaking rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore rules to break that give me a long lasting sense of satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving my dad's car gave me a cheap thrill ride. Lasted pretty long yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for something else next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. JUST maybe... Something to do with spraying. Not sure yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6496143548756449860?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6496143548756449860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/inking-inking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6496143548756449860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6496143548756449860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/inking-inking.html' title='Inking... Inking...'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3951812745712503197</id><published>2009-12-22T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:25:01.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays at the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdZTRKBPzSA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdZTRKBPzSA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i don't know nobody inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While help waits outside when i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways... These few days have been quite.... Erm... The only word i can think of is.. NUA. LOL! For the past few days, yh and angie have been staying over at my house. Which led to some stupid events, damn funny! My maid got shocked when she saw angie in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still scold me naughty naughty! WAH LAO! I GOOD BOY HOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yar! I'm suppose to call yh now. Wah lazy ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i finish my parent's newspaper articles first. NABEI!!!! Got 200 over articles... Zzzzz... Nvm, it will be gone in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's plans... I'm gonna meet Yang Han and Angie to get me some clothes! Not really sure about the shoes, cause i really bo lui liao. Angie is ready for the gloves though, with her glue gun and all. LOL! Hopefully i have enough money later. Or else... I'm going back to my shell until my parents come back.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, My family is still in shanghai right now, and my older but still younger than me sis has not been feeling well these past few days. Mommy says everyone is getting quite tired. Oh well... Hope they all enjoy the remainder of the days. Wah since when i so good ar? LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, absence does really makes the heart grow fonder. 26 december!!! Partly happy oso because no need do news articles liao. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K have to be a good, hardworking and filial son. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3951812745712503197?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3951812745712503197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-at-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3951812745712503197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3951812745712503197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-at-start.html' title='Holidays at the start'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3929302568888531989</id><published>2009-12-18T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:58:26.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask for more. Remember the Word to say.</title><content type='html'>The sky was clear, the weather seemed perfect. As they admired the scenery, something stopped them in their tracks. It was huge. The doors towered over them. The doors were made of wood. Placed directly in the middle was a heart. Lines were carved into the door. One line made a special impression. It was in the middle of the door. It stretched all the way from the top to the bottom. What was strange was, that the line wasn't carved on the inside of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking not much notice, everyone placed their hands on the door and pushed. The door wouldn't budge. They tried again. The door still couldn't be moved. They tried for what seemed like a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like eternity. Everyone gave up. They laid down on the ground, the ground was strange. It didn't feel hard, nor was it soft. It was just, comfortable. You could lie there for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, and they all fell asleep. They were alone, or so they thought. A pair of eyes had been following them from the start. This mysterious figure thought to itself, "Maybe just one, it would be better i guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It descended from where it had been before, and whispered into the ears of a particular person, "Trust. Try asking to be let in, it may just work.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a lightning bolt, the guy sprung up from the ground. He was unsure of what had happened, he had felt a very intense pressure on his chest. He couldn't open his eyes, nor could he scream. Aside from the burning question on how an unknown person knew his name, all he had in his mind was the word, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to the door, placing each hand firmly on the door. Mustering all the strength he could, he pushed. The door could not be moved. "I must be crazy" he thought. "We tried as a group and failed, what makes me think i can even shift this door the tiniest bit?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started to turn, he heard clicks. It seemed like the sound came from behind the door. Taking no chances, he spun right back towards the door and starting pushing at the door. Still no change. "Weird..." Trust thought, he was absolutely sure that he heard loud clicks from behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think i should wait for everyone else to wake up, before we try anything new." he said to himself. His mind started to wander as he faced his back towards the door. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of weeping. It sounded like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately got up and scanned the area. It was a little kid, crying profusely, running in his direction. He couldn't think of anything else, he crouched down as the kid came closer. The kid was carrying chains, the sound of the metal clashing against each other was almost as loud as the kid's sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His arms were open. An invitation for the kid to show him that he was there for the little fellow, the kid gladly took the offer. As he picked the kid up from the ground, he realised that the kid wasn't as heavy as he had anticipated, he was almost weightless, considering the fact he has those massive metal chains with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please! Please! Please!", those were the only words coming out of the kid's mouth. Trust was unsure of what the kid's request was. All the kid did was scream the word please. But as he try to comprehend further, it struck him. The kid was staring towards the door and screaming please. What was the kid trying to say? Was the kid trying to steer him and his friend aways from the door? Or was he encouraging them to open it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust couldn't take it any longer, he put the kid down and scrambled across towards his friends. "HEY GUYS! HELP!", he hollered. Everyone else was startled, picking themselves up, everyone was quiet, giving him stares of death. "What are you guys staring at me so angrily for? There's a kid in distress and and and...", He couldn't finish his sentence. The kid was gone. Vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he heard, was the same metallic clash at the door. "Please guys follow me, i think i can open this door, the kid is over at the other side. He was crying his heart out. Please. Just trust me." Trust blurted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after Trust finished his sentence, another voice broke the silence. "This better work, Trust. Oh well, your name already suggests it anyway." "Thanks Faith, it will, it will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust placed his hands firmly on the doors once again, but this time, it was different. The air turned stagnant, it was very still. Everything was very quiet, as though it were a signal for something important to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust opened his mouth. A gush of wind smashed on their faces, it was like facing a tsunami head on, only that it was made of wind instead of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the scenery before was breath-taking, they would all have died at that instance. A garden greeted them, it was inviting. There was a tea table right in the middle of the landscape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was more interesting than every other thing, was the fact that there was a person dressed extremely well. He could be the epitomy of the phrase, dressed to impress. Sitting there, pouring what seemed like tea into the teacups placed at the tea table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust sprang right into action, sprinting towards this guy. When he reached the table, he was interrupted even before he could start his sentence. "It is quite rude not to introduce yourself before you start a conversation. Wait, were you going to start? Or were you going to question me?", this guy questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't waste anymore time. "Hi, my name is trust. I was looking for a kid, he was carrying chains with him and crying very badly, have you seen him?" trust said with his most polite voice. "Now that is better, Hi Trust. No i have not seen such a kid, it is quite impossible for a kid to be carrying chains and running around don't you think?" he replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3929302568888531989?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3929302568888531989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/ask-for-more-remember-word-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3929302568888531989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3929302568888531989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/ask-for-more-remember-word-to-say.html' title='Ask for more. Remember the Word to say.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7344891321309635641</id><published>2009-12-18T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:52:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax, Take It Easy.</title><content type='html'>I got left hanging, because i didn't hear anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because i was selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words i said, were too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should have said it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i put on my selfish mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i'm left here hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should someone get me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone lets me get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i don't wanna be let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulls me higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i'll be left hanging even higher than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel even more terrified and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what makes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music affects my mood very seriously. Therefore, my emotions are shown through my music. My choice of music shows my mood. Get it? You don't have too, although i am pretty certain it is very easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a piano right across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had continued learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would hear sorrow and rhythm having a duet together every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could spilt myself into each individual mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would choose to be the one who portrays sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can cry my heart out every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tug at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure i'm still human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, make sure i'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very deep ocean of thoughts and regrets inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could drown myself within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none of you would hear me calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of you would see me calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of you can smell the stench from my rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room is filled with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also my sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inner shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the barriers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me to open up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to be close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to know where my house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to be let into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to be let into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to understand that i need to be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to know that even when i'm comfortable i may not talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to know when to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to know when to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to be someone i'm comfortable be in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to be someone whom i feel i can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is barrier number 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full stories are never known with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have broken all these barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the physical barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within these vines and spikes and traps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be saving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bringing me outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i'm powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i crumble even easily than when i'm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where cuts turn into scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where burns scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where words tear away at a vulnerable kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where emotions are swung around wildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i let rivers flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always replenished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every single drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret having let it drip away for others to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My armour is always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that i was ready to drop it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just let the chains loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet i got torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i'm gathering pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone watch my back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone help me gather the pieces back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone help me put the pieces in place together?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7344891321309635641?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7344891321309635641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/relax-take-it-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7344891321309635641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7344891321309635641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/relax-take-it-easy.html' title='Relax, Take It Easy.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1009108262370593738</id><published>2009-12-12T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:26:05.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to go from here?</title><content type='html'>Kinda bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched enough of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost had enough of watching my lappy for the whole day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to play soccer at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the past me would be like... ?!?!?! At the current me now. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate contradiction Mr Gian Kin Toh.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u all the several "oaths" i made last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)NEVER smoke.&lt;br /&gt;2.)NEVER dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;3.)NEVER go clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;4.)NEVER try relationships.&lt;br /&gt;5.)In the case of the breaking of OATH 4, NEVER take a westwoodian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prize for getting the correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done 4 and 5. Not bad. HAHAHA! At least i didn't break ALL of my oaths.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could see my previous self and have a talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't even talk for 5 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just need to take out my pack, and *poof*, someone's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, i would get a bloody hell tight slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either from my parents or myself. HAHA. Seems like wtf huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exactly 5:14pm, i want to go out. But i do not want to play soccer, i do not want to see people. I do not want to go and have the same situation. I'm kinda hungry i guess. I think if i do go down, i will buy some food for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i don't really want to go down. I wanna stay at home. But. Firstly, if i don't go out soon, my parents will drag me to the airport. Not that i don't feel like seeing my cousins or relatives. OK FUCK. I'M LYING. I don't wanna see anyone now. Fuck off thks.:) Unless ur gonna sit beside me and keep quiet. Silence is golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. My "babies" are not here. FUCK THIS SHIT. I'm gonna get addicted. I'm already naming them. I can't name another person, because i will grow on them. And that is stupid, because everything can be ruined if i grow on any one in my group of friends. The only thing i can name and grow on, is not even here. It can't even exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. It's not a want. It's a fucking need.:) My studies are ok, they will always be ok. JUST ok. Everything else might be a fucking problem.:) Too bad you two can't read this. Because i'm not gonna let ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "mother" and "wife", mel and hannah respectively, wanna crash my class. Monday huh? Well, i wanna say sure.:) But things make me choose otherwise. My class is like shit, a few of my classmates will piss me off for sure. And most importantly, i won't be in class most of the time. I'll be outside having a dose of death.:) So... I guess u all can just meet me after school or something? WHICH AGAIN, is sort of impossible, because i ain't free. Cause i always make myself busy.:) With unneeded stuff, to get out of unneeded situations.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a shower. Then i'll see what i wanna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1009108262370593738?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1009108262370593738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-to-go-from-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1009108262370593738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1009108262370593738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-to-go-from-here.html' title='Where to go from here?'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2960108144265264778</id><published>2009-12-11T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:14:34.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i seem like i'm calling for help?</title><content type='html'>Strange. Utterly Strange. Myself that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, i've been having very very excessive mood swings [damn this makes me sound like a girl]. But my moods tend to hover over either the irritated or disappointed side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated by certain people, certain things, certain situations. Things that are happening. Things that AREN'T happening. Things that are going to happen. Things that i THINK are going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even more weird? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i should feel over this. I was actually extremely confused over that incident. Until i sort of figured out the answer why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K picture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U've just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U go to ur room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ur lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u are minding ur own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a knock on ur door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur mom comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u cope with ur studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U sure u can cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are ur tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U sure ur studies ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she just stands there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that is just the FIRST part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the next part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur mom then leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even 10 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U hear another knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur DAD comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u handle school anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know we recieved the letter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to skip again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u cope anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't break her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't BREAK her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finished that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came up in my head. I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knOLgOvvVmo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=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/knOLgOvvVmo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first. I was like... WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was already WTF-ing, my dad suddenly came back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we will always support u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nvr say u all nvr support me wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Support me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't doing no shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got my enlightenment abit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i realised that they thought that i skipped school because i couldn't cope with it. Honestly, we all know why we skip school. And we can't tell our parents EVERYTHING can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nvm i dunno wad i'm supposed to be doing now. Oh yar posters. Posters. Posters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2960108144265264778?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2960108144265264778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-i-seem-like-im-calling-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2960108144265264778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2960108144265264778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-i-seem-like-im-calling-for-help.html' title='Do i seem like i&apos;m calling for help?'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-618767907351614945</id><published>2009-12-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:52:58.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those days.</title><content type='html'>Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to work for daniel and help him give out flyers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this stupid swollen leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this stupid lazy mindset of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me straight face-first into boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i hadn't my daily dose of death. Which sucked. Cause i felt like crying just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RATHER BE ANGRY THAN SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RATHER BE DRUNK THAN WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RATHER BE PHYSICAL THAN VERBAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a dog. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a companion. Desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want something to be thrown at me to satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be GIVEN, what i NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be treating almost everyone this way soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily Death Dose is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-618767907351614945?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/618767907351614945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 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piece.</title><content type='html'>A cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;A snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;A pat on the head.&lt;br /&gt;A hug.&lt;br /&gt;A smile that i will remember.&lt;br /&gt;A place.&lt;br /&gt;A person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fantasy will always stay as A Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fantasizes.&lt;br /&gt;But one will realise, even though one may feel good when they fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;In reality it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;That is when you get a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;Realise that you just dug an even deeper hole to drop yourself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one get themself out?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just digging another hole for myself to drop in.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, MUST come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day if the sky falls down.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i won't be there to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up and see a text message from you and smile.&lt;br /&gt;I want to always anticipate the next time i'm going to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to dive into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my other shell.&lt;br /&gt;Where i can share everything.&lt;br /&gt;Where we can share our secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Where we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to give me a hug randomly.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to whisper into your ears.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do absolute nonsense with you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to make me laugh till i cannot do so.&lt;br /&gt;I want to crack jokes to make you laugh till you drop.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be smittened by you and everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a bed with you.&lt;br /&gt;Where i can snuggle and cuddle with you till the next day.&lt;br /&gt;And wish that time stopped forever.&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to ruffle my hair till it gets all messy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be teased by you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell EVERYONE about you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't have the things that i want.&lt;br /&gt;Can you pick me up?&lt;br /&gt;And bring me on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm in need of one desperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7950211094348130952?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7950211094348130952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-that-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know something is not right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can see that i ain't answering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; do not ask anything of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can hear that click.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can smell the stench.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can see my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know why i took the keys.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know why i kept the keys.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know why i locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know why i left the house.&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; think that it is about the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Have.&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL.&lt;br /&gt;OF.&lt;br /&gt;THE.&lt;br /&gt;BETS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3242540808111952874?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3242540808111952874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/definitely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3242540808111952874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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room.&lt;br /&gt;My Entire Body Is facing the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick.&lt;br /&gt;Think Fast.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think i'm going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;It's Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3563698674782230329?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3563698674782230329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3563698674782230329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3563698674782230329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/think.html' title='Think.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6722884485054984816</id><published>2009-12-01T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:18:30.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Chocolate... Mini Me.</title><content type='html'>TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BACK HOME.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD MY MOM ABOUT SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHANGED THE TOPIC TO DOGGY!&lt;br /&gt;I DEBATED WITH HER FOR 1 HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;SHE JUST DIE DIE DON'T WANT ME TO GET A DOG!&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WHEN I SAID IT'S LIKE SMALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAY SHE SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M LIKE, MY FREN THE MOM OSO SCARED AT FIRST, NOW OSO NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;SHE GAVE ME A CHALLENGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID.&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE 6 MEMBERS IN THIS HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;GET 4 PEOPLE TO GIVE YOU CONSENT.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE SEE HOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO!&lt;br /&gt;STILL SEE HOW AR!&lt;br /&gt;$^!%@#$^%#!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! &lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;MY YOUNGER SIBILINGS ARE NOT COUNTED!&lt;br /&gt;THE HONG KAI AND THE JING FANG! &lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM IS QUITE CERTAIN THAT MY OTHER SIS DON'T WANT.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY MOM IS LIKE DAMN CONFIDENT MY DAD OSO DON'T WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO! &lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AR?! HELP ME PLZ! I WAN MY CHOCOLATE - POMERANIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6722884485054984816?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6722884485054984816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-chocolate-mini-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6722884485054984816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6722884485054984816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-chocolate-mini-me.html' title='Little Chocolate... Mini Me.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-6337191237765554994</id><published>2009-11-29T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:08:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>Woke up at like 9 plus in the morning? Yang Han gave me a morning call, to which i said... Eh meet at 1030 ar, then i go back sleep. LOL! Sleep until like 1015 then willing to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was REALLY REALLY sleepy, cause i slept at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 plus am&lt;/span&gt;. [YAR LAH YH I KNOW U SLEEP AT 5 LAH HOR. HOR HOR HOR FUN AR HOR! AHAHAHAH!!!] Went out with Brian and Yang Han to nua around my estate. Oh shit, i forgot what we did sia. Short-term Memory loss liao. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. Nvm. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.... I just remembered that Angie called YH and asked the both of us to go sentosa today. Then i was like anything lor, since Sunday oso nothing much one. Except must go back home to have dinner.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met YH first under his block, then we proceeded to go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VIVO&lt;/span&gt; and get some food and some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOUSSE&lt;/span&gt; [if i rmb correctly, this is how jing jing tell me how to spell one.]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch and our [WHAT REAL MEN DO] break, while waiting for Angie. When she finally came, it was like... 12 plus? Not sure, didn't really care though. HAHHAAH! As long as we can go sentosa i happy liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH KA LI GONG!&lt;br /&gt;I TELL U!&lt;br /&gt;WO GEN NI SHOU!&lt;br /&gt;AKU CAKAP!&lt;br /&gt;YUAN DE BU YAO NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEATHER WAS FRIGGING HOT! HOT HOT HOT! DAMN HOT AR! I wearing my muay thai singlet oso feel DAMN HOT! The weather was too hot man... Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt;, was to Sun-Tan and play basketball. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; idea, was to just do something without burning myself to a crisp and getting served for people to eat. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept complaining the whole way, saying WAH NO SUN! DON'T COME OUT! HOT AR HOT AR! HAHAH! Then Angie was like NO NO! Cause she was pretty hellbent on getting tanned today. In the end, she was un-satisfied with the results. LOL cause we all darker than her, which is like... We originally quite dark already, and she's quite fair, so comparing our hands is like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; gonna demoralise her only! AHHAHHA! Oh well. Too bad only got us dark skinned people for her to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K wait. I'm kinda sleepy now, i go wash my legs then i think i go sleep awhile. Hopefully dinner isn't ready so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO! I JUST FINISHED WASHING MY LEGS. AND GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOOD IS ON THE TABLE ALREADY! WAH LAO!!! I WAN SLEEP ABIT FIRST SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK FROM DINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok as i was saying... wait ar i read first. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar. Angie was unsatisfied at the end, but i'm PRETTY SURE, she was having some fun in the process.:) She and i did our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MINI MISSION&lt;/span&gt;. [Take YH's HP and CAMWHORE!] HAHAHAHAA! Damn stupid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH was playing bb with some other guys, so... seeing him distracted... Angie suddenly said, EH! Faster take photo with his phone! We've messed with his hp before. HAHAH! The other time at the pub. We took a picture of ourselves and put as wallpaper. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't put as wallpaper, partly because no time, and partly because, Angie tot that the photo was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DAMN SCANDALOUS&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAH! I agree too! Cause in the photo, the two of us like nvr wear clothes like that! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave a little later because YH had work, so we took a picture before we left.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SxJjIiqfy7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/KvGWjkWfnuQ/s1600/P1621%5B01%5D_29-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SxJjIiqfy7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/KvGWjkWfnuQ/s320/P1621%5B01%5D_29-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409495100820540338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! My hair like at photoshoot like that! FLY ALL OVER THE PLACE! LOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took this photo, we left for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VIVO&lt;/span&gt; to get back to our respective destinations. YH had to leave for work first, leaving Angie and I. Then i was like : "Eh i wan go see doggy!" So we left for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PET SAFARI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH I TELL U!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING CUTE AR! MOST OF THE DOGS THERE LIKE... WAH LAO!!!! CUTE LIKE... CUTE ONLY! HAHAHAHA!!! I SAW A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POMERANIAN&lt;/span&gt;!!!! 4 months only! DAMN CUTE LIKE WAD ONLY! SO PLAYFUL OSO!!! I WAN I WAN I WAN I WAN!!! I WANNA NAME IT &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I think i will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; to ask my parents to share money with me to buy that pomeranian.:) HOPEFULLY I GET PERMISSION.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i now really tired already. Wanna sleep. GOODNIGHT PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-6337191237765554994?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6337191237765554994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6337191237765554994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/6337191237765554994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SxJjIiqfy7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/KvGWjkWfnuQ/s72-c/P1621%5B01%5D_29-11-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8034357353191554373</id><published>2009-11-28T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:38:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running To A New Place</title><content type='html'>Today, was.. quite dull. Woke up at 10 plus, lucky ariel [HE'S A GUY] call me. Then slowly prepare to go soccer. Totally took my time. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached the place, there were no people in the court. And there were only the 6 of us, namely : Ma[R]tin, Ariel, Joey, Syahiran, Royston and I. Was actually quite lazy to play, AS USUAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to the court and play amongst ourselves. Syafiq came abit later and we were catching up with each other, when some guy talked to royston and syahiran outside. Then i was like, : "Is that bryan? OH THAT'S BRYAN! HEY BRYAN! OH WAIT. THAT'S NOT BRYAN. LOL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PAISEH! HHAHAHAHAHA! But i laughed it off.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Ma[R]tin and Hady [LONG TIME NVR SEE HIM SIA!] came too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... That dude was some other guy, with a team. YAY FINALLY A CHALLENGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K wait. I very sian. Go facebook awhile. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sian of facebook already. HAHHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Where was i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The paiseh shit. Then their team came in and play, 5v5 and all that blah. We played until a point where i was trying to get the ball from this particular guy. This guy... Didn't really cover the space correctly, so i just jutted in and "wrestled" for the ball. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITTE&lt;/span&gt;" nudge. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE NOTE : LITTLE.&lt;/span&gt; SERIOUSLY SMALL NUDGE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he slipped and he fell. -.-" Loser sia. Then i was like. Whoa... Stop the game and like say sorry and help him up. Then he point me middle finger then say CB! I was like... wth? HAHHAHA! i was like smiling and all, since i hear the words CB in school almost every other minute. Apparently he knocked his thigh, which is like... Zzzz Like that only... Then pissed off until like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY sure he is going to KPKB about this like now. HAHHA!! Telling all his friends on how "rough" i was supposedly to him. Which is like.. [I just HAVE to say this, learn from my facilitator.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I smell something. DAMN STRONG. Do you smell it? You can't? IT SMELLS LIKE... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hsan't even tasted rough yet. If i really challenge him, he DIE ar. Leg break until gao gao ar. Can break into 3-4 pieces. LOL JUST KIDDING. Now that i think of it, it has been a long long time since i played rough. Only when i sec 4 that time then like rough rough, because the other team was like really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNNCCBPBK&lt;/span&gt; [KaninaCaoCheeBaiPuBorKia.:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... We finished the game and we won. [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY. :p&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady [i didn't know that he did], syahiran and i then take a smoke break, and after a while, joey and syahiran left to meet kiong. So we were left with, Ma[r]tin, Royston, Hady, Syafiq and I. Ariel left too. So we were talking crap. Crap until we shiok, then go IMM eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... We finish eating at IMM, then continue talking crap again. DAMN STUPID! HAHAHAHAH! Oh yar Matin [HIS PROPER spelling] then passed me a vid of clement and i doing Wii Boxing. DAMN FUNNY MAN! I shall upload now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a9862912c1b2f91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a9862912c1b2f91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1495F6D326DA6E768AE4E0D09C68BBBC20C4F974.7FE0E3E27C46B3D8348B95F1A4D8B4FCB4447B27%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a9862912c1b2f91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpTLaDd2xdmZxf6i6coIb_7LV6Ug&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a9862912c1b2f91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1495F6D326DA6E768AE4E0D09C68BBBC20C4F974.7FE0E3E27C46B3D8348B95F1A4D8B4FCB4447B27%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a9862912c1b2f91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpTLaDd2xdmZxf6i6coIb_7LV6Ug&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! FUCKING STUPID! Especially the last part, where clement act one nice guy, then i fall for the trick! HAHAHAH! I like some siao kia punch here punch there, punch until all my muscle come out. :p Tiring sia! HAHHAAH! Oh well hope u enjoyed the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.... Later i will go down to buy so moose [if it's spelt this way] for my hair. Then can go down walk walk.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i going to nua around the hse already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8034357353191554373?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8034357353191554373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-to-new-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8034357353191554373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8034357353191554373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-to-new-place.html' title='Running To A New Place'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2710924031194560793</id><published>2009-11-28T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:13:25.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR CAREY CHUA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHUA JING JING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly has been a long time since we chatted!&lt;br /&gt;And as you have already stated, 8 hours! &lt;br /&gt;Our personal BEST record! HAHAH! Doubt we'll ever beat it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. IF I OWE U A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KINDER BUENO&lt;/span&gt; then... &lt;br /&gt;I should get my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LUNCH TREAT&lt;/span&gt;.:) HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss the times where we caught up on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;I do miss being extremly crazy and random with you over the phone!&lt;br /&gt;I do miss having conferences and poking fun at other people! [E.G YAN JUN]&lt;br /&gt;I DEFINITELY miss the KL trip, where we had LOADS of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I do miss going back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST MEET UP SOON! WITH THE REST! [&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HINT FOR YOU TO ORGANIZE.:)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2710924031194560793?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2710924031194560793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-carey-chua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2710924031194560793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2710924031194560793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-carey-chua.html' title='JUST FOR CAREY CHUA!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4015828264759953749</id><published>2009-11-25T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:16:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>I. HAVE. ALOT. ALOT AND ALOT OF THINGS TO TYPE DOWN RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGIE JIE JIE&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JING SQUARE&lt;/span&gt;! Thks for helping out. Even though i was still kinda bummed after chatting. I'm much much better now. [Jing Sqaure. I wanted to call u leh, budden i found out, i lost ur number. LOL! Only got ur home phone number. and i paiseh call. :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I met YH after chatting with Angie on the hp for like 1 hr? I've talked more. MUCH MUCH more in fact. Just ask Jing Square. I don't think we can EVER break our record again. HAAHHAAH! Ok, so i was still bummed out as i've already stated just now, and i had a long long talk with YH. And after that extremely long talk, i felt alot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the next day, which is TODAY! I was like... Getting more and more elated. Seriously. Happy like shit only. LOL! And i MEAN it. HAHAHA! Today, PLENTY of things to make me happy like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me share with you my activities for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to BBDC and top-up money for my tp.&lt;br /&gt;But i forgot to renew my PDL. Which is like Zzzzz. Frigging Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with YH before going to BBDC, and Ronald came just when we were finishing our meal at S11 [Bukit Batok.] Damn funny they all. Turns out, when i'm lazy, everyone else seems to be full of energy. But when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; energtic, everyone like pieces of lazy shit. HAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced them to walk all the way to BBDC [NOT THAT FAR WAD...] and they were complaining about how hot it was. HAHAHAH!!!! Ok lah.. Not THAT hot, partly because i wearing my muay thai singlet. HAHHAHHA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YH made us sit the bus over to BBDC when we reached gombak MRT station. HAHAH! Glad we took it actually, it was starting to get quite hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT MY HAIR YO! HAHAHA! Ms ANGIE jie jie, was suppose to come down and watch our hair get cut and drop to the floor. HAHAH! But she couldn't make it last minute. Oh well, her loss. HAHAHAH! Nvr see Ronald and I's EXTREME makeover. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair cut... Not bad.. HAHAHA! NOW. I CAN FINALLY SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;DO.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;AN.&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;BENG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me take a PEEK-A-TURE to show u.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1agd1YbPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CIvWlgxWK4o/s1600/Snapshot_20091126_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1agd1YbPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CIvWlgxWK4o/s320/Snapshot_20091126_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078241352674546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that "twinkle" my ear stud gave off.:) HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1agLEsUeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ac1eCzNSypE/s1600/Snapshot_20091126_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1agLEsUeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ac1eCzNSypE/s320/Snapshot_20091126_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408078236316619234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad can't really see the colour. HAHA Cause YH say i look old with my new colour. LIKE BULLSHIT. IT'S LIKE COOL UNTIL LIKE... SPEECHLESS LIAO! HAHHAHA &lt;br /&gt;Shit man. My BHB level suddenly go high like crazy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAR! I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS! Picture taken when they were in the middle of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTING&lt;/span&gt; my hair. DAMN FUNNY! I LOOK LIKE SOME MONSTER FROM A HORROR MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1gWmctSHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8hknZLo75Iw/s1600/P251109_16.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1gWmctSHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8hknZLo75Iw/s320/P251109_16.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408084668936177778" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN STUPID PLZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Wait. Lemme think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... This one's gonna be a short one. MARLBORO ICE BLAST BABY! They made me day a LITTLE better ytd. Cause i was the first person to get my hands on the stock.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to a stick of death. To which i can choose to end, IF I WANT TO.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1fuVVeraI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sxd_QoHFBE0/s1600/P2050_25-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1fuVVeraI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sxd_QoHFBE0/s320/P2050_25-11-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083977147690402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOURTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGGY DOGGY!!! I WANT TO HAVE A DOGGY OF MY OWN! AND ANGIE MAY PROVIDE THAT CHANCE FOR ME! But seems that, that chance MAY BE slim. Cause her didi wanna keep the dog for himself. BUT NO! I WANT IT! I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT!!! ANGIE! I WANTTTTTT!!!! I'm so gonna give u a wake-up call tml and pester u about the doggy! I WANNA NAME IT CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS.&lt;br /&gt;ONE.&lt;br /&gt;MADE.&lt;br /&gt;MY.&lt;br /&gt;DAY.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA! SNSD! FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARKING HOT I TELL U! Man... I think i dying already. FC until brain wanna explode liao. HAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO. HOT STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ll4SFL6xZg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/2ll4SFL6xZg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO. TIFFANY! JESSICA! TAEYEON! SOOOOOO HOT... WAHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjNpIwSHC7w&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=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/NjNpIwSHC7w&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i think i post one more thing then i go sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS. FINAL. ONE. DAMN FUNNY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my modules in school, this was done during our break. HAHAH! Zombie Game, in 2 days 1 night. EPIC FAILURE. BUT FUNNY TO WATCH! My FACI and Ronald playing. Damn stupid. EVERYONE CHEAT LIKE WAD ONLY! HAHHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules : Zombie suppose to be blindfolded. Bite humans when they catch them, until they shout : "I SURRENDER!" [But we changed it to tickling, cause ronald scared. HAHAHA!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules : Human suppose to just survive as long as possible. Human who survives longest wins.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SIXTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! OUR FAILURE ATTEMPT! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5108509e02f3abe0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5108509e02f3abe0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D123BBD31CABB82F3BDC1F6DF4390B9BA95CF228D.4825EA943241F1C7EDEC316A7BF190583F9F522B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5108509e02f3abe0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl07262swqOVKE_V__149ExX8UtQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5108509e02f3abe0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D123BBD31CABB82F3BDC1F6DF4390B9BA95CF228D.4825EA943241F1C7EDEC316A7BF190583F9F522B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5108509e02f3abe0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl07262swqOVKE_V__149ExX8UtQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!!! THAT BODOH RONALD RUN SO MUCH! HAHAHAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all for now folks.:) GOODNIGHT! SWEET DREAMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4015828264759953749?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4015828264759953749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4015828264759953749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4015828264759953749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Sw1agd1YbPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CIvWlgxWK4o/s72-c/Snapshot_20091126_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-3138516009823709587</id><published>2009-11-23T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:06:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Day</title><content type='html'>K my fav Ben&amp;Jerry's Ice-cream combos are here.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go take first. Then i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. LOL! wtf man... FB until lazy take. K i think i WILL get up and take it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brief Intervention*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice-Cream liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K currently msning with LP, Twin Brother, TTP and Wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now like boring only. K nvm, I shall blog about this ENTIRE day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAKING UP FOR SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time i finally stop nua-ing and got up from bed. My lesson starts at 9:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at like 830am? Wasn't in the best of moods, never have been, for school at least. I was like... Sianned. Really sian. Then like dun wan go school like that, but have to, because i want to, because i realised that i haven pon this module yet, and i DO NOT intend on doing so.:) [Good Boy Seh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell u what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way to school, i was so aware of my physical space. On the mrt, i felt like i had spikes or something on me. It was like, i wanted everyone to be like 1 metre away from me. Seriously. 1 metre. No less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl got like alittle closer than the others, my face changed. Totally. She was like 2-3 steps away? And I DID NOT LIKE IT. Even if chio bu, i oso dun wan. I don't want any physical contact. Don't TOUCH me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school, guess what was on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Guess.&lt;br /&gt;Unless UR Ronald or Yang Han or Kino or ZJ.&lt;br /&gt;Something to do with ICE ICE BABY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Thats right...&lt;br /&gt;Ice Blast. [WHICH TOTALLY RUINED MY MOOD EVEN MORE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll just have to settle with, as Ronald says, the GURU brand. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLASS TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into class at about 930? Around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i had just missed a session of the GREAT SINGAPORE WORKOUT. [Glad i took my time walking to school.] I sat down and immediately, my faci pulled out a JUMPSTYLE video. I was like... WHAT?! But eventually i got into the mood for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny shit. Seriously. I want lessons to be like that from now on. I mean it. Fun. And WE LEARN. We workout. We sweat, and we get Healthier. Both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1ST BREAK PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out. Just stayed in class and nua-ed the whole time, sliding around the martial arts room, doing some random tecktonik moves, and learning the CARAMEL dance. HAHA funny dance. Act Cute only. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2ND MEETING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, just more DDR and stuff, and even more tecktonik and caramel dancing. OH OH. Wondergirls and SNSD dance moves. Learning from youtube. Damn funny! Even got recorded down. You all should seriously see Ronald Eng Wei Yong. DAMN idiotic! But at least he made me happy for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2ND BREAK PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Meng and Ronald to accompany me to shell, to check on the stock. AND WE WASTED OUR BLOODY ENERGY! No stock! Zzzz. Ahhh nvm, i still have, so still can wait. They better come soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm lazy to write anything more liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K cya guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thks Jing Square! I'm glad u do take notice.:) Just that i don't know what the problem is. I want my free meal k? HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-3138516009823709587?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3138516009823709587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/swing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3138516009823709587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/3138516009823709587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/swing-day.html' title='Swing Day'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4982900607209705775</id><published>2009-11-22T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:39:16.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klass-ified</title><content type='html'>Right now... I just think.. I'm dead. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, even if you don't want to read, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... I've been dead since secondary school. Because... That was the time, where i lost my laughter. I wear my laughing face most of the time. To be a joker, lamer, nonsense-maker. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh truthfully anymore... I've lost the essence of laughing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my laughter&lt;br /&gt;See my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure their all conditioned responses already. I laugh to fit in, i laugh because it is supposedly healthier. I laugh, not because it is funny anymore. Those are just hollow cries of evidence that i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told, that a person's true personality comes out when they are tipsy or drunk. I laughed WHOLEHEARTLY for 1 hour AT LEAST, NON-STOP, the first time i got tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. I've realised. My laughter has been hollow. Empty, non-existant. My smiles are fake too. I just smile, because i don't want people to hate me. I smile, because i look friendlier that way. If i don't smile, i look pissed, i look murderous [thks to whoever that said that to me. Seriously.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school. I tot i was stepping one emo. Black and all that shit. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning darker inside by the second. Literally too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need someone to save me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm a non-believer.&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm pretty sure, there is no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of wearing masks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna to go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit down and just fade away.&lt;br /&gt;I want to observe.&lt;br /&gt;I then want to think about what i've observed.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see people, yet i don't want them to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that like a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;I think i am a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost can't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want what i do.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand me?&lt;br /&gt;You will never understand me.&lt;br /&gt;My world is shut out from here.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, even i don't have the keys.&lt;br /&gt;But when i find it.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think i'll do?&lt;br /&gt;Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89PsvQ4cdeA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=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/89PsvQ4cdeA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;To my music.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Don't.&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just give a hint.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me dream.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;And i am not the most optimistic person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Was that real?&lt;br /&gt;Was that fake?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;If there was a tone in it.&lt;br /&gt;If i said that right in your faces.&lt;br /&gt;Would you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Can you interpret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about me huh?&lt;br /&gt;But you shouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Caring is Sharing?&lt;br /&gt;That proves i ain't sharing or caring huh?&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this klassified?&lt;br /&gt;Make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;This may be one of the few things you can guess correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Go Go Go Go Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i said this before.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of barriers.&lt;br /&gt;Know what?&lt;br /&gt;No you don't.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Their getting thicker.&lt;br /&gt;Interpret.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you though.&lt;br /&gt;Many things are related to it.&lt;br /&gt;Thicker.&lt;br /&gt;Heavier.&lt;br /&gt;Soon i'll just sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;Is.&lt;br /&gt;Darker.&lt;br /&gt;Than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that was the end didn't you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'll just catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying...&lt;br /&gt;Most fun thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;I think quite so.&lt;br /&gt;I lie.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Am i lying?&lt;br /&gt;I tell u that i lie everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I said.&lt;br /&gt;I tell u that i lie everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SAY YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;I have something that i want.&lt;br /&gt;Catch.&lt;br /&gt;Get the catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too confusing already.&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;Continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;Just continue.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;Feed me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Show me.&lt;br /&gt;Care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Do.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;For myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have tot something dirty for that.&lt;br /&gt;Lies.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me up.&lt;br /&gt;Understand?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you do.&lt;br /&gt;Even my parents don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told by my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand what i do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;They LIED.&lt;br /&gt;They.&lt;br /&gt;Don't.&lt;br /&gt;Understand.&lt;br /&gt;What i do.&lt;br /&gt;MOST.&lt;br /&gt;OF.&lt;br /&gt;THE.&lt;br /&gt;TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an ant.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Crowding around those electrical wires.&lt;br /&gt;For who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about who this question is for?&lt;br /&gt;Continue wondering.&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll never get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;There are ONLY two answers.&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;But i think everyone will just misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am i somehow happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing.&lt;br /&gt;Something i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Should be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfuKyJ9RwKk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=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/vfuKyJ9RwKk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;What am i feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should give a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;One chance.&lt;br /&gt;I may give more.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid.&lt;br /&gt;That.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;Another chance comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4982900607209705775?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1674973275500063780</id><published>2009-11-20T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:26:02.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASS PASS PASS!</title><content type='html'>ONE HIT K.O! Thats what needs to happen tml. First time's the charm for me, well... So far. HAHAHA! BTT first time pass, FTT first time pass. TP OSO! I WAN FIRST TIME PASS!!!! I'm still coughing like shit. Idiot. But hopefully tml i don't get affected by it tml. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time when Kiong ask me whether i confident, i replied : OF COURSE AR! HAHAHAH! Now ar... WAH... Starting to feel a little ueasy. AHHHHHH!!!!! I need Ben&amp;Jerry Ice-Cream now. LIKE NOW. LIKE *turns head around* and *poof* Ben&amp;Jerry Ice-Cream with a spoon there for me to eat, on the table. NOW. @$%^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM. I will study YH's driving manual for ONE last time TODAY, before i set off tml. Like.... FWAH.... I really wanna eat Ben&amp;Jerry! T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today stupid lor... The instructor guy... I called him, and asked him whether got slot for lesson anot, today and tml morning. Then he say, he will get back to me. THEN..... NOW WHAT TIME ALREADY?! Still haven even SMS me. Seriously WTF. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nvm... First i talk about school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT. I DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL TODAY! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! Well... Technically i did, but... Half the class left, and most of us went to the cinema.:) We watched... PARANORMAL ACTIVITY!!! WHOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like so so so desperate to watch that movie.:) Cause like cool only.:) Razmi [Razmi's Theme Song : Satisfaction RAZMI REMIX! Supposedly playing here] even forced himself to finish his pizza just so that we could pull another one of our classmates to watch it.:) HAHAHAHHA!!! DAMN FUNNY! Eat until left the last mouthful then the pizza fell on the floor. LOL! Then i passed him my last bite to complete the challenge. HAHHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARANORMAL ACTIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not bad... Quite funny actually! AHAH! Cause of the couple fights. DAMN STUPID AND FUNNY I TELL U! Typical i give u promise, but somehow manage to weave and achieving something that i DID promise, but did not not break the promise in the process.:) Got one part, SIA LAH. LIKE DAMN SCARY FOR THE GIRL LAH! As in the main character girl. I shall not give spoilers for this particular movie. Cause this movie if given spoiler... Really spoil the movie. But movie not bad, just that i think my bunch of friends and i were kinda noisy just now? AHAHAH!! Laugh laugh, when it is suppose to be scary. Which was... But just humourous too.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my parents!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY &amp; MOMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came back earlier this morning, at like i think 1 plus? I think i was asleep already. Yar. I was asleep already. Cause no recollection of them making noise, just that my aunt tell me they should be back at like 1 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say i wasn't elated when they came back home.:) Safe and sound.:) But the fact that they didn't let me drive the car really ticked me off alittle. HAHAH! Oh well. I'll pass tml and DRIVE MY DAD'S CAR! HAHAHH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... My dad cooked dinner for the family today. I was sleeping, apparently when i got home from my so called "class-outing", i just slumped into bed and fell asleep. Dinner was great.:) But i didn't eat alot, well, not as much as i usually do. And once again.. My dad complain again... SO MUCH RICE! Then my usual response... Then i eat lah... To which he settled down. LOL Like little kid sia when i type like that. HAHHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I don't care about the car thingy, cause i'll drive their car sooner or later.:) For now, i'll just patiently wait. And HOPEFULLY. Tml i PASS! WHOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I go find some other thing to do.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1674973275500063780?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1674973275500063780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/pass-pass-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1674973275500063780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1674973275500063780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/pass-pass-pass.html' title='PASS PASS PASS!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2863663710068850280</id><published>2009-11-17T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:01:47.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dear ZJ and IKA</title><content type='html'>ZJ. I don't know whether you will read this, because i don't think i will give you this link. But today, YH and I were talking about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite bummed because this is the first time i cannot offer any help to a friend. YH told me because you are older, you have witnessed and experienced things that i have yet to. It is because so, my words cannot do any help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have not been through most of what you have been through. I just wanna say, no hardship cannot be overcome. The first thing, is get past yourself, because that is how we grow. That i know, because i still seem to have a shell of the past with me, which i still cannot leave entirely behind. I can smoke with you, i can sit with you, i can be the listening ear. I've been leaned on, so i can offer my shoulder as a friend. I know we are both guys, and that we all have ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel, that it is okay, to drop your barrier and defences once in a while. That i know too, because i still bury my heart deep within multiple layers of fortresses. That time, when i stayed over at your house with Angie and Yang Han, i kept quiet all the way. Although i have never dropped it all before, but i have dropped my defences bit by bit and it has helped me.:) Confused you may be, unsettled your heart may be. Call me a k-p-o, i don't care. You say that you are a pessimistic, and although i may not be the brightest of people around, i am still confident that i CAN lend a helping hand. Because it sucks to see a friend like you being down in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up eh ZJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKA. Ms stiki!! I've heard of the news, and i am deeply sorry for what has happened. I will not tell you that it was her time. Because we all want our parents to be there forever. When i lost my grandfather, i cried like a baby, maybe even worse. The thing that shocked me most, was that, i wasn't really close with my grandfather. I didn't really like him when i was younger. Yet i shed tears when i saw him laying at the hospital bed motionless, and because of that, i am sure. That i am unable to comprehend what you are going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be the closest of friends, but i hope that you will stay strong, and not do anything foolish. There must be no regrets, for each situation you regret, your heart grows heavier, and soon one will not be able to pull themselves up anymore. You may not be able to talk about your mother for period of time without losing control over your emotions, that i can understand, but getting through this difficult time is crucial. You have a big group of friends waiting right beside you to support you all the way.:) And we will always try our best to help.:) This wound is deep, we all know it, we would wish not to experience it, however it will and must happen, therefore, our ears will always be open, our shoulders will be there for you to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong STIKI! Hope to see you in school soon.:) I'll give you a hug k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-2863663710068850280?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2863663710068850280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-dear-zj-and-ika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2863663710068850280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/2863663710068850280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-dear-zj-and-ika.html' title='To Dear ZJ and IKA'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-750130430033924331</id><published>2009-11-17T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:32:23.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Of It As...</title><content type='html'>I've just got back home from a slack session today. Met YH after his driving, cause i couldn't get to sleep, didn't feel like sleeping, and i wanna slack outside, DAMN SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met YH at the 187 bus-stop near our hse. Then... the usual... Smoke smoke smoke, walk walk walk, chat chat chat, eat eat eat. We walked all the way to Bukit Gombak to eat some prata. I'm pretty sure alot of people will be disappointed at the amount of sticks i took today. But... I've already disappointed alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the slack session, i ranted at YH about my sibilings and other stuff, which i can't seem to recall now. Short-memory-loss liao. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH and i were chatting about our driving and stuff, until we came to the topic of N&amp;G. I will not care to list out their names. I've already almost forgotten them. I don't want to remember them anymore in fact, just another not-worth it distraction. YH and i were contemplating about whether we should make a chalet this holiday. Well... We're stuck. Because of those two idiots. Oh fuck. I don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking about it... Made me understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trust is hard to give, but even harder to earn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give trust, but if it is thrown away, high chance you won't ever get it again. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;. I told Ragu, i would be there for you with him and YH when you fall. I've changed my mind. I won't let you fall. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I throw you down even further&lt;/span&gt;, G is not of a concern anymore if you fall. You would have lost ALMOST everything, but i WILL make you lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strained our friendships, i'll help you cut them off.:) Isn't that so nice of me.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, i get drunk infront of the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were tipsy, ok lets just take it JUST a step further, you two were drunk. I'll be drunk, and i'll say things that i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to say, do things that i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to do. And my answer to my actions? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh i was drunk, i couldn't control what i was doing.:)&lt;/span&gt; Seems like a nice excuse huh? But i think it will sound &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY familiar.:)&lt;/span&gt; I'm just saying.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-750130430033924331?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/750130430033924331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-of-it-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/750130430033924331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/750130430033924331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-of-it-as.html' title='Think Of It As...'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-5387643918332626682</id><published>2009-11-16T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:46:50.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it may continue like that until i go train again.</title><content type='html'>Sunday, which was yesterday, royston sort of convinced me to go for NUFC's match. HAHA against this SONG BO FC! First time i see a team with a more stupid team name than ours. HAHHAHHA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i reached the match place right.. I wasn't like motivated for the match or anything. So... Solution... U know... Which... put me STRAIGHT into adrenaline. Crazy shit. My heart was beating like mad, just ask Royston TWIN BROTHER! He felt my pulse. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got subbed in, in the second half of the match. Still not wanting to run or anything. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the team took a video. So here it is.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MOST relac game EVER. HAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUblL18NUlE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/HUblL18NUlE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy with the red socks who had half of his shirt pulled up for like the remainder of the video. HAHAHAH!! But at least they caught my POWER first-touch. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you all can see... I was like.. heck care ar. HAHHAH! Walk here walk there. LOL! Too bad they nvr video when i sprinting. I wanna see sia!! See how bloody hell slow i am! HAHHA! But just wait till i start my sprinting training again.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We lost 4:2. But the good thing is... Roys and i nvr pay. HAHHHAHAH!!!! We pretend to shoot here shoot there after the game, then they all forget we nvr pay. HHAHAA! NICE ONE BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i shall start my rotting routine now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-5387643918332626682?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5387643918332626682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-it-may-continue-like-that-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5387643918332626682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5387643918332626682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-it-may-continue-like-that-until.html' title='I think it may continue like that until i go train again.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-5904121516985570868</id><published>2009-11-13T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:23:39.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you get when u are born between June 21 to July 22.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cancer Astrology June 21 - July 22&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Strength Keywords:&lt;br /&gt;- Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;- Dependable&lt;br /&gt;- Caring&lt;br /&gt;- Adaptable&lt;br /&gt;- Responsive&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Weakness Keywords:&lt;br /&gt;- Moody&lt;br /&gt;- Clingy&lt;br /&gt;- Self-pitying&lt;br /&gt;- Oversensitive&lt;br /&gt;- Self-absorbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer and Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is the astrology sign that is packed full of contradictions so when it comes to independence, they possibly can or can not be independent. On one side, they have the perseverance and drive to do what needs to be done, they are self-sufficient and do not need to depend on other people for the material and physical things in life. On the other hand, they depend on people for emotional support and encouragement. A Cancer that is not fully self-actualized will need the constant support of others and will not be very independent but the Cancer that is 'evolved' and has properly harnessed their emotional issues will be wildly successful as an independent human being. They crave attention and comfort from other people and they are happiest when they have a small, close knit group of friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer and Friendship:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is extremely loyal to those who appreciate and support them, they are the nurturer of the zodiac and will protect and cherish the person for a long time. One of the greatest things about Cancer is their ability to make others feel good about themselves and loved. This is because instead of doing this for themselves, they project this onto other people. This is a positive cycle because in making others feel nurtured, wanted and loved, they in return feel good for making someone feel good. Other people can lean on and depend on cancer, they will listen to people's problems and help them however they will rarely express their own deep feelings to anyone. People who want to share deep emotional thoughts and opinions with a Cancer might feel that the scales are tipped on one side for cancer will rarely reveal it's true deep feelings. A friend of Cancer is usually a lifelong devoted friend that can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer and Business:&lt;br /&gt;Once cancer resolved their emotional issues such as shyness and insecurity, the powerful character will shine though, there is practically nothing they can't do. They have incredible perseverance and will stand up for what they believe in. With their strong intuition, sensitivity, powers of observation and intelligence, they will have great success in anything they undertake. They are excellent business people and investors because of their intuitive and psychic ability and their creative forward thinking mind, they are able to predict future trends. They attract wealth very well and know where to invest. Money and financial well being is very important to Cancer and this can help their drive in business. They need financial security and if they allow themselves to properly focus their energy and do not allow their emotions to over take them, they are more then capable of obtaining their financial goals and being incredibly successful business people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Temperament:&lt;br /&gt;They are complex, fragile, unpredictable and temperamental and need constant support and encouragement, more then any other astrology signs, Cancer needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, they can be irritable and cranky. They have an uneasy, delicate temperament. The contradictory nature of Cancer gives their temperament the wild mood swings and possible temper tantrums. They are easily offended and will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when they get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Deep Inside:&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult for cancer to open up and have a close emotionally fulfilled relationship with someone because they are so closed off emotionally and physically to the world. This is driven by their fear of trust, Cancer has a difficult time trusting people. This causes built up anger and resentment inside, the contradictory nature really takes a toll on them and they can have a negative outlook on life, thinking that life is just too hard and miserable. This is unfortunate because when good experiences are to be had, they are skeptical of people and their surroundings and they experience tunnel vision due to their depressed outlook and they miss the nice things and happy experiences in life that make it worth living. In addition to lack of trust for people, Cancer is deeply sensitive and easily hurt, this is other reason why they have their defense shell in place, to avoid being hurt by others. Cancer lives in the past. They hold past events close to them and often dwell on the past. They have to learn to let go and live in the present instead of spending their time being sick with nostalgia. Cancer has a lot of emotional issues to deal with but once they overcome this large hump of shyness and insecurity, there is practically nothing they can't do. With their strong intuition, sensitivity, powers of observation and intelligence, they will have great success in anything they undertake. Cancer is constantly feeling, feelings and emotions are hallmarks of this sign and this is the root of their problems, human beings are not as evolved in the emotional area and this is where cancer gets the brunt of their problems. They are the ones who have to cope with their strong feelings more so then any other sign. Once properly harnessed, there is nothing that is this powerful astrology sign can not accomplish. Harmony is very important to Cancer, it keeps them happy. Conflict of any kind causes great distress. Deep inside, Cancer is a very powerful sign, they have the ability to stand up for what they think is right and they have lots of perseverance and can be fine on their own provided they don't let their emotions get the better of them and have the stability they need. They are not fond of change but they have the ability to do what needs to be done, they are not pushovers or lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer in a Nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is a mysterious sign, filled with contradictions. They want security and comfort yet seek new adventure. They are very helpful to others yet sometimes can be cranky and indifferent. Cancer has a driving, forceful personality that can be easily hidden beneath a calm, and cool exterior. The crab is Cancer's ruling animal and it suits them well, they can come out of their shell and fight but they can also hide in their shell of skitter away back into the depths of the ocean. They are very unpredictable. With cancer, there is always something more that meets the eye, for they are always partially hidden behind the shell. They are a have a deep psyche and intuitive mind that is hidden from the world. Cancer is deeply sensitive and easily hurt, this might be why they have their defense shell in place, to avoids being hurt by others. They are nurturers so they surround themselves with people, whom after a while can offend or hurt a cancer without even knowing they did so, therefore Cancer's protective shell keeps them safe from hurt. They are complex, fragile, unpredictable and temperamental and need constant support and encouragement, more then any other astrology signs, Cancer needs to be needed. When cancer gets the support it needs, it has a tremendous amount to offer in return. When cancer gets offended, they tend to sulk instead of confronting the persons face to face. This needlessly prolongs the pain and suffering. Cancer is very possessive, not just with material possessions but with people as well. Cancer will always want to stay in touch with old friends and anyone who has ever been close to them, because it is easier to maintain a friendship then attempt to learn to trust a new person. It is easier this way for them emotionally. If you befriend a Cancer, you will stay friends for a long time. Cancer makes the perfect mother, this is the sign that represents motherhood. They have unconditional love and caring more so then any other astrology sign. Cancer are very intuitive. Most of the psychics of the world are Cancer astrology signs. They have an excellent memory and are very observant and can read people very well. They can usually tell of other people's intentions are good or not. Never dupe a Cancer, they can see your motives. Cancer has a lot of emotional issues to deal with but once they overcome this large hump of shyness and insecurity, there is practically nothing they can't do. With their strong intuition, sensitivity, powers of observation and intelligence, they will have great success in anything they undertake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-5904121516985570868?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5904121516985570868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-you-get-when-u-are-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5904121516985570868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/5904121516985570868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-you-get-when-u-are-born.html' title='This is what you get when u are born between June 21 to July 22.:)'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-7204640425329496277</id><published>2009-11-10T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:03:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Drive Drive</title><content type='html'>WHOO. I'm back. From a 4 hour chiong session for driving. WAH TODAY. DAMN TIRED I TELL U! Although there have been times where it was worse. But still... Gotta admit. Tiring day. Who gives a shit about acting all tough and shit. I JUST WANNA SHOUT! "I'M TIRED AND I'M HUNGRY! FEED ME THEN PUT ME TO SLEEP!" HAHAHAHAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. On to my driving first. ONCE AGAIN... I must state this again... TP. 21st NOV 2009. So in order to at least give myself a fighting chance to pass the thing, i've been relentlessly booking schedules for driving. Which has put me in a tough spot several times already this week. Two days only, but wah lao, i like already wanna die. hahha!!! Oh well. NVM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson, first chionging slot, was from 5-7pm. Road-driving. Normal go on the road and cause accidents and laugh about it driving. Just kidding. LOL! Just normal driving lor, learn how to turn, accelerate, [was actually wanting to put speeding here, budden scared skaly my instructor kenna.][Oh i just put it. HAHAHAH! WHO CARES!] brake and change lanes properly. Not bad... Just that my turning... Instructor still scared he die. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Then the next chionging slot, from 7-9pm. TAKE NOTE PEOPLE! 7-9! SEVEN TO NINE. Which meant.. No dinner. BASTARD!!!! And i couldn't force myself to eat before because i was too tired and not feeling hungry at all. This session, is the most fruitful one out of all the lessons that i've been to. DAMN POWER! Instructor was precise in his explanations and he often asked me to come out and see how i was manouvering the car. That really helped me alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS.. He told me how points would be deducted for each of my individual mistakes. NICE. I LIKE IT. Like that i can at least scare myself to drive SAFELY. He made me check my blindspots and stuff EVERYTIME I DO ANYTHING. Now i think can become habit liao [YES YANG HAN I KNOW I SAID THAT IT TAKES 21 DAYS TO FORM A HABIT. THIS ONE DIFFERENT OK! DON'T BE A FRIEND RIGHT NOW! LOL!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this particular instructor funny. Either he is DAMN INSECURE, or DAMN BHB [No shame]. HAHAH! He kept asking me, "i good right?". Then i just like uhh~ uhh~ HAHAHAHA!! Raymond is his name, being precise is his game! Now i MUCH MUCH more confident for my TP. Well at least for the circuit part, some of it.:) I'll need more practise.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm getting quite tired right now.. Tml still have to wake up in time for my lessons, one at 11am, and the next one at 5pm. Then AFTER THAT... RAGU'S PERFORMANCE IN SCHOOL! JIA YOU AR RAGU! I'll shout "VERY VERY GOOD DANCING~ in the YOU KNOW WHAT ACCENT" after ur done dancing.:) HAHHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K time to prepare to go makan first. Then after that go sleep.:) Hopefully don't get heartburn anytime soon, because i'm pretty damn sure i'm gonna get a sore throat soon. And having any one of them sucks. K i'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-7204640425329496277?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7204640425329496277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/drive-drive-drive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7204640425329496277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/7204640425329496277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/drive-drive-drive.html' title='Drive Drive Drive'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4838495639301445093</id><published>2009-11-08T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:59:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A revisit to the past.</title><content type='html'>OK. I'M BACK. From driving. Wah.. Sian-ed out. Today i drive. Like first day learning how to drive. T.T So not motivated for my TP. But anyway.. My instructor tell me, if i observe people while they drive and how they drive, I will learn faster and better.:) So.. THANKFULLY... PRITPAL DRIVING TML! WHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and finally, I drove at night. Wah. Still so many cars man.. Change lane oso not very confident. But nvm.. I WILL LEARN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wait for yh to come over and we shall watch that slumdog millionaire movie. THEN I PREPARED FOR TML LIAO! COME ON AR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i go cook maggie mee. Damn hungry sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4838495639301445093?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4838495639301445093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/revisit-to-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4838495639301445093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4838495639301445093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/revisit-to-past.html' title='A revisit to the past.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-2827993434453698754</id><published>2009-11-08T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:44:57.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid. Really. Stupid.</title><content type='html'>Ok as i've stated just now, i have more things to say. Am listening to Amoled by Son Dambi and After school. Just came back from lunch with my family. As usual... Eating with them pisses me off! Sometimes.. I really just wanna slap their faces all over the place. CB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little sis is so pampered. She should just get slapped like.. Ok lah i nice guy. So maybe about 1000 times? Good enough already.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little brother. I know exactly how he feels right now. DAMN DISAPPOINTED. Cause cnt go arcade and play. LOL! Parents power lah. Bastard only, same as last time only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT! My mom just came into my room, and looked outside my window! STUPID CAR! HORN FOR WAD! And beside my table... are you know what! DIE! Wonder if she saw anot. Oh well. Nvm. She nvr say anything then shld be ok for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok continue for my brother. Erm. His face damn black right now. LOLOLOLOLOLOL! I wanna laugh at him. Like seriously. HAHAHAHA! Apparently my parents promised my little sibs that today can play arcade after lunch. But they have tuition at 3:30pm, which means they have to be at home by 3 to prepare. And guess wad time we ate lunch? 2:30pm! LOL so.. You shld know why my bro face so black. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. We supposedly have to use a card to swipe at the machine. My younger than me but elder than the rest sis like purposely nvr bring. And she act like nothing wrong like that. So obvious she purposely. Then when u accuse her, she give the fucked up face and attitude. REALLY FORGET LAH! zzz I lazy comment on my sibilings liao. All lan jiao lang and cb kias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when i was eating lunch, the instructor/book lesson guy called. At first he asked me whether i can start lesson at 430pm, then since i already like made up my mind to pon my "test" [which is really a frigging exam.] i was like anything lor. Then a few minutes later.. He called again. This time... Bringing erm... i would say BETTER news.:) Lesson at 10pm, at the esso beside the BBDC. Doing circuit.:) YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means. I will be able to take my UT for tml. I would be able to go for the Talk after school.:) And i will be able to attend the workshops.:) YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are TWO drawbacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly : Slumdog Millionaire. I have to watch this movie in order to understand what is going to be asked in my UT [Understanding Test] tml. I don't have the movie, i am DEFINITELY not gonna download it. But luckily my dad help me rent it.:) THANKS DADDY! ONLY YOU AND MOMMY TODAY NICE! THE REST CAN FUCK OFF.:) Excluding the maid.:) She still ok.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly : Although i will be having the lessons later, i would still be using my energy for workshops and stuff. And i would be using more, because i am able to. Which means... This whole coming week. I will be drained like shit. OMFGZ!!!! NVM! I AM HYPERACTIVE! But only when i want it to happen. THEREFORE. THIS WHOLE WEEK! OVERDRIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today. My lesson is at 830pm at gombak there.:) Until 10pm.:) Then after that... I must chiong home to watch SLUMDOG MIILIONAIRE! Yh oso coming over to watch, cause he cnt rmb the movie. LOL! Lucky he live like only opposite block. Then finish can just walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SINCE I'M SUCH A NICE GUY! I SHALL POST ON MSN TO ASK WHOEVER WHO HASN'T WATCHED SLUMDOG MIILIONAIRE WHETHER THEY WANNA COME OVER AND WATCH ANOT. TONNING IS OK.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... I shall... CHIONG KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! To see why angel, ronald and fizli so high over it. I find it quite boring leh. At least in the beginning. Not much power one. NVM! I SHALL PERSEVERE! JUST CHIONG ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA GUYS! [OH YAR! Angie! 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Stupid.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4475998768800839044</id><published>2009-11-08T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:52:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Time. HAHA!</title><content type='html'>SATURDAY!!! Which was yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was REALLY REALLY bored yesterday. There were no driving lessons [pathway to death], there was no soccer. Nobody came over to play kungfuchaos. BORING DAY LIKE WAD ONLY! Then i went to facebook [apparently i'm there 24/7, WHICH IS NOT TRUE!]. There i saw ZJ's post and we decided to go out! Well to erm, EAST COAST PARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Mr ZJXTREME.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWnQ_8UFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z4voa03UsIg/s1600-h/P1818_07-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWnQ_8UFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z4voa03UsIg/s320/P1818_07-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401600035655536722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally confirmed we were going to ecp, zj said that jill was coming along too. Which i thought was weird, cause she has a bf, and zj is kinda troubled so i thought maybe she oso got problems. SKALY... CHEY... Have homework. LOL Then must come out and do. HAHAHAHAH! Oh yar! When we met at ecp, jill happened to wear green. LOL! Then zj complain say we couple dressing! Damn nonsense lah he! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ms RP[CHEY MS RP SIA! LOL!] and i.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWnoYhS2I/AAAAAAAAADY/JBoaq1m5QGM/s1600-h/P1820_07-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWnoYhS2I/AAAAAAAAADY/JBoaq1m5QGM/s320/P1820_07-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401600041932639074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this picture! RAWR! STUPID ANTS! Bite me! When i nvr kill any of them! So i took revenge by killing them back. LOL! ZJ warned me that next life i become an ant and kenna step oso. Which i said... CONFIRM ONE! LOL. Yang Han earlier that day oso warned me. LOL WHICH I GAVE THE SAME ANSWER! HHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWoPoFHCI/AAAAAAAAADg/AQ4cOHVIA10/s1600-h/P1822_07-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWoPoFHCI/AAAAAAAAADg/AQ4cOHVIA10/s320/P1822_07-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401600052466883618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we were at ecp, there was bound to be kite-fliers around.:) And i caught this DORAEMON KITE! cool only! Got a couple of others, but they too high already, this lousy camera! hahaha! Got one still got lights on it sia! But too dark, and too high, i cannot take a picture of it. Sian.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm.:) Enjoy this DORAEMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWoZsRAHI/AAAAAAAAADo/xYE-XLbYs9w/s1600-h/P1820%5B01%5D_07-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWoZsRAHI/AAAAAAAAADo/xYE-XLbYs9w/s320/P1820%5B01%5D_07-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401600055168794738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we saw this indian family! DAMN FUNNY LAH THEY ALL! HAHAH! I feel quite sad for their son. LOL! They dug a hole, damn deep lah! Then they placed their son inside! HAHAHAH! The poor kid like gonna cry anytime like that! LOLOLOLOLOL! The kid in red is the poor guy. HAHAHAH!!! Oh well, all in the name of fun yea? HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL SAD CASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWo2o8a9I/AAAAAAAAADw/5CH05NagWJ0/s1600-h/P1832_07-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWo2o8a9I/AAAAAAAAADw/5CH05NagWJ0/s320/P1832_07-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401600062939491282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last picture of the day! At sunset! Jill helped to take a photograph of me.:) Which was like... Total failure! AHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly... Nice... AHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZb_u6nqFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Adv2z3jo6Gw/s1600-h/P1819_07-11-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZb_u6nqFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Adv2z3jo6Gw/s320/P1819_07-11-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401605953561274450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I GO EAT LUNCH FIRST! I GOT MORE THINGS TO SHARE LTR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4475998768800839044?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4475998768800839044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/slack-time-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4475998768800839044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4475998768800839044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/slack-time-haha.html' title='Slack Time. HAHA!'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/SvZWnQ_8UFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z4voa03UsIg/s72-c/P1818_07-11-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-8514231850121086691</id><published>2009-11-05T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:39:56.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so? Like Seriously.</title><content type='html'>OK. SO. I SHALL BLOG FIRST! For the past few days i just log in and nvr touch. LOL! Then everytime i see the time, like too late to blog liao. HAHHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TODAY FASTER BLOG FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So many things have happened and are going to happen. Damn sian over it. Like seriously sian over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off! Driving. This @#$^!%@# thing! FWAH LIKE... WAH LAO EH! So my tp exam is like on the 21st, as you all already know... And i have now booked 8 lessons in a row starting from this SUNDAY 8th of NOV. DAMN PACKED I TELL U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my UTs fall on a monday, which sadly, i already have lessons booked. And i just remembered today, that i have a workshop on monday too, which i CANNOT miss, if not i will not get any CE POINTS. And including that, my points get deducted! LIKE WAH LAO EH! Ok i think i will ask my frens to just help me write my student number down. [Hopefully can.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I. Am. So. NOT CONFIDENT AT ALL PLZ! I don't even know most of the regulations i must follow in order to pass my driving lah! But that problem seems like it's gonna be settled tml, cause shi ping [TEMPORARY SAVIOUR / CHAO HONGSTER] has offered to lend me his driving manual or wadeva shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money... That one.. My mom ask me give me the price, which fizli calculated for me to be AT MOST $512. SO EX! And that is like excluding the exam fee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K now about school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today... Ok ar. Not bad. Although i late. RARITY. HHAHHA! I met YH together with Angel and Shaw [BEST NAMES! HHAAHAH! One Tien Shi and One Shopping mall :p] for first breakout or a.k.a first "study" period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH NVR BRING THAT REGULATION MANUAL FOR ME! LAZY BASTARD! HHAHAHAHHA! Although i could've taken it the night before, but it was getting late and i was tired. :p I called Angie [Latecomer No.2] too, she ar... POWER like wad only! HAHAH! YH [Latecomer No.1] was already reaching sch when i called her. And guess where she was? SHE WAS AT HOME! HAHAH JUST WAKE UP SOMEMORE! HAHHAHAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN A AR! OK SO ANGIE! STEADY AR! IF I GIVE WAKE UP CALL U BETTER COME SCHOOL ON TIME AR! YANG HAN OSO AR! I MAKE SURE I KEEP CALLING U UNTIL 8AM! IF BOTH OF U NVR WAKE UP.... TWO OF U OWE ME LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I shall pause for now. Time to chiong my RJ for the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-8514231850121086691?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8514231850121086691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-so-like-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8514231850121086691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/8514231850121086691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-so-like-seriously.html' title='Why so? Like Seriously.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-4059767338168934843</id><published>2009-11-03T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:49:21.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>I want a pause button plz. Can i have a pause button plz? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. My TP is like on the 21st of Nov. Ok it's not like. IT IS!! Well, i don't really bother much about exams, but this exam is like different plz... It's a freaking $150 exam! And if i fail, wah lao eh! I must like wait so long again, and pay another $25 to renew my PDL [Provisional Driving License]. Plus, I've only had like 4 hours worth of driving experience?! 3 and 1/2 to be exact. Shit man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking is like... Zzzzz Failure to the absolute max. Turning all this still can make it. Just that those wad S turns and shit i cnt go very fast. Then U-turn, HAVEN'T EVEN LEARN YET! Circuit i still DAMN NOT CONFIDENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just do something plz. Argh... Today oso, my dad said the other day that he will lend me his car to do parking. BUDDEN JUST NOW I ASK, HE SAY CNT! SAY I MUST GO LEARN MORE! T.T The reason why i'm asking to lend the car, is so that i can practice wad!!!! First time i like frustrated over a frigging test. TP, can u like become a real life dummy, so i can smack your head till my hands swollen? PLZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$@! Pek Chek. I think i go sleep liao. I'll continue to try and solve this tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-4059767338168934843?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4059767338168934843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4059767338168934843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/4059767338168934843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1552969100049015047</id><published>2009-11-01T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:04:59.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day New Challenges.</title><content type='html'>Another Sunday... Tired like hell today. Haven slept enough yet... I reached home at like 7 plus this morning. Was at Kino's Pre-Birthday Party.:) He's actually turning 18 this thursday, so, it wasn't legal ytd. LOL! BUT WHO CARES! If rules can be broken, break them.:) Just don't get caught. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met kino for dinner first before we left for his party at boat quay. We had dinner at HWARAKU! [However u spell it... HAHA] Sort of surprised Yang han. Ok, there not bad. Still got free upsize for my noodle. LOL! After we finished, yh and i went to meet angie first, while kino left for his party. Angie wanted to makan first, so we went to BK COFFEESHOP! HAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought back alot of memories sia!! HAHAHAH! The coffeeshop where i slumped into my chair and laid my arms and head on the table and laugh like crazy like that. HAHAHHAHHA!!! I wanted to take a picture, but alah, i forgot. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLUSH BAR&lt;/span&gt; to "party", hahaha! We actually went into and play their kiap kiap machine thingy. HAHAH! I forgot wad it's called. Aiya. Anyway. I caught one on my first try. POWER OR WAD?! HAHAAH! Then we gave kino as his birthday present. Then we went to try again, this time... WAH REALLY AR. SO NEAR YET SO FAR! The toy dropped JUST beside the hole sia!!! Wait this one i got picture. HAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Su1ZdxDxNlI/AAAAAAAAACo/_gVuZMq8S6Q/s1600-h/ALMOST!"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Su1ZdxDxNlI/AAAAAAAAACo/_gVuZMq8S6Q/s320/ALMOST!" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399069896207316562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we managed to catch it in the end.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K after that.. Drink here drink there. Ok lah. Only drank like 3 cups? LOL! The aim was to make KINO [KINO AR! NOT KIN TOH AR!] drunk.:) Which wasn't successful. HAHAH Kino just vomitted. And kenna someone's car. LOL! I REALLY PITY THE OWNER! HAHAHAHAH! FUCKING FUNNY PLZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JUST as kino was like struggling already, then RAGU!!! came! HAHAHA! My stomach was quite uncomfortable already at that time, partly cause i hungry. Lucky angie oso hungry, so we pulled ragu to buy food. We bought cup noodles! Mine chicken flavour, angie one if i rmb correctly is seafood. Then angie funny lah... Haven even eat halfway, she run inside with yh to sing song. HAHHAAH! Cause they waited quite long for the song. Then come out, the soup left so little. HAHAHAHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Ragu, Yang Han, Angie and i went to PRITPAL's Dad's Club. HAHA! The indian club! Then we ask for english songs. :p But we had to wait lah. Then while waiting right, one of the staff solo dance. Then all of us cheer like crazy, HAHAH! she was dancing to shakira's hips don't lie. Then when she finish right, DAMN FUNNY LAH I TELL U! Got one person shout : "VERY VERY GOOD DANCING~" Indian club, so just guess how it was said.:) EVEN RAGU LAUGH LAH! WAH LAO! HOW CAN WE NOT LAUGH U TELL ME?! HHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wait wait here, shake shake there. THEN PITBULL! WHOO!! We waited like damn long already, plus i was really really sleepy, then when the song came on right i was like *lightbulb lights up* TING! HAHAH! then do some tck! HAHAH! But can tell my body too tired already. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, obviously, i wasn't even tipsy. 3 cups only sia.. So i had a tequila and a few cups of chivas mixed with coke.:) Whoo... Like... No difference only. LOL i still felt like sleeping. Body too tired liao. Ragu had to leave at like 5 to meet his fren, cause apparently there was a problem. Then Angie, Yang Han and i waited for a cab at 6 to go home. Wah yh, power ar. Go steal cab. HHAHAHAha! NICE ONE LAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when all free lets go again ok people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1552969100049015047?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1552969100049015047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-day-new-challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1552969100049015047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1552969100049015047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-day-new-challenges.html' title='New Day New Challenges.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/Su1ZdxDxNlI/AAAAAAAAACo/_gVuZMq8S6Q/s72-c/ALMOST!' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-136761860756746323</id><published>2009-10-31T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:22:19.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just feel AVERAGE today.</title><content type='html'>So today... Is an EXTREMELY SIAN DAY. And i've spent the entire time reading MLIA A.K.A My Life Is Average. Funny shit. Seriously. HAHHA! So i'm here to share some of the interesting stuff people write. ENJOY.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This. Will. Be the longest post EVER.:)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was staying after to do a multiple choice quiz. My teacher was standing over me, watching me choose with what looked like a recorder in his hand. I was struggling with the last question, so I guessed and put C. I then hear "stop, in the name of love" begin to play then stop. My teacher gave me the thumbs up. Then I put B. I heard "its gettin hot in here" Finally I put A. Then he played we are the champions. I got a 100. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I WISH FOR MY FACI TO DO THE SAME FOR MY UT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in English class, we have to make code names for our essay's so the teacher doesn't know who's paper she's grading. I put the name 'Dixie Normous'. When she handed them back, she announced "Alright...who's Dixie Normous?", I stylishly replied "Right here", everyone laughed. She didn't get it. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COOL SHIT AR!!! HAHAHAHAH! Those that don't understand, it say's who's dick is enormous? HAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realized that if you tilt your head back and put a tic tac between your lips and blow gently you can make it levitate. Guess what I spent my entire physics class doing? MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am gonna try this soon. LOL&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on campus I saw a person dressed as scissors, a rock, and paper. The person dressed as the rock proceeded to run across the field and tackle the scissors. It was the most epic game of rock, paper, scissors I have ever seen. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We should do this at chalet or something. I wanna be ROCK!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my dad tried to get my little brother to stop sucking his thumb so he told my brother that, if he continued, his stomach would grow large and eventually pop. Sure enough today in church we sat next to a 6 month pregnant woman. After church my brother walked up to her with a serious expression and exclaimed, " I know what you've been doing!" The look on her face was priceless.MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can totally imagine. LOL&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was walking down a street and I saw a sign stuck to a wall, it read "Look Down", there was a sign on the ground that read "Look Up". After several minutes of looking up and down, I stopped due to dizziness and then noticed small writing on the first sign. It read "You are now an official headbanger". Well played, sign. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Like wtf?! I wanna put that sign in my room or smt. HAHA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was talking to my 7-year old cousin on what kind of job she wants when she's older. She responded with, "I want to be a blow job, because people are always saying they want one. I'll never go out of buisness." I still haven't stopped laughing. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kids. Darnest things huh? LOL&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was helping an elderly man pick out a new laptop at the electronics store that I work at. When I asked what he would primarily use it for, he answered "to watch kung fu in HD and play WOW." He restored my faith in senior citizens. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanna be as cool as him when i'm that old. HAHA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I begged my dad to take me to Taco Bell at 2 in the morning. When he asked me why I would wake him up for such I stupid request I continued to tell him that if I didn't get this taco that I would tell mom what he did. I'm now eating three tacos and wondering what my dad did. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotta try this on my parents. LOL &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , I decided to tell my family a riddle that goes like this: "When you have it you want to share it, but when you share it you don't have it. What is it?" The expected answer to the riddle is "a secret", but my little brother said "Virginity?" I love him a little more now. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHA! BUT TRUE WAD!!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was singing in my room. I noticed birds were flying around a tree and tweeting happily through my open window. This made me wonder if I'm secretly a Disney princess. That thought disturbed me a little, as I'm a guy. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOL WTF SIA THIS GUY!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a little kid that looked to be about five came up to me. He asked me,"Wanna see me run to China and back?" I said yes, thinking he was going to stand in the same spot and say,"Wanna see me do it again?". Instead, he ran down the street and disappeared from sight. I haven't seen him since. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First time got someone really serious. LOL!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, My mom told me that when I was little, I lost a tooth on christmas eve and started crying because I was scared that the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause were gonna start fighting. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Both don't exist plz..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was walking down the high street past a highly frustrated mother desperately trying to get her hysterical toddler back into her pram. Eventually the mother pleads "If you just get in, we'll sort out ANYTHING you want!" The toddler immediately stopped the screaming, slowly climbed into the pram, strapped herself in, folded her arms and, looking the mother right in the eye calmly says "I want to get out". MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This kid. Power. HA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my school celebrates Halloween dress-up early. I came to school dressed up as Pikachu. Half-way through English class, something hit me really hard in the back in the head. I looked down to see what it was. It was a miniature pokeball. I looked around to see who had thrown it. It was my professor, he was dressed as Ash Ketchum. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that schools here need to work harder. HAHHA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to get my pillow from my parent's bed. My mom was asleep on it, so my dad pulled it out really slowly until it was free. She grunted but didn't wake up. Then my dad looked at me and whispered, "Jenga, mom version." I love my dad. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOL! Funny.:)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in the car with my mom, stuck at a very busy intersection. Some guy cut her off, so she honked loudly for 5 seconds. I heard cheering so I looked over, standing near the sidewalks were a bunch of people holding "Honk if you're horny" and "Honk if you support the gay community" signs. My mom didn't notice, but everyone around her did. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHAH! TOO BAD NO ONE IN SG DO THIS! OR WHEN PRIT DRIVING I SURE PRESS THE HORN!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of my 2nd grade students birthday. Kids can bring in friendship treats for their birthday and are encouraged to bring in healthy snacks. He brought in peanuts in the shell. We passed them out and were having their treat when another little boy says to the class, ‘I just love suckin’ on my nuts!’ I had to leave the room. MLIA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHHHAHAHAAHHAHAH!!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friend was teasing me about the fact that I have to use crutches because I clumsily broke my ankle. As he pretended to be me, limping with crutches down some stairs, he fell and sprained his ankle. Now he has to use crutches too. Justice is served. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm sure clement hopes that syahiran kenna something like that, provided he even read until here. HAHAH!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my parent's aniversary. I found out that Dad had proposed to Mom on April fool's day so if she said "no" he could claim it was a joke. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now that's a plan B. HAHA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in my room doing homework. I started hearing my mom and dad make weird sighing sounds and muffled screams. Then my mom starts yelling "Pull it out! Pull it out!" Turns out they were playing operation. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This will be really weird if it happens in my house.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I wrote a letter to my pen-pal from a foreign country. I told him basic things about America. Today, I recieved a letter from him asking, "What is a Hannah Montana?" I plan on telling him it's a species of Gorilla. Your welcome, MLIAers. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No comment for this. LOL!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I told my friend that seventy-nine percent of people will believe anything you say that has a percentage in it. He asked me if this was true and I told him yeah. He laughed and said, "Wow, those people are stupid!" MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AHAHA EVEN MORE STUPID!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was talking to my friend on Facebook, and he was telling me that he wanted to ask me a question and that it may ruin our friendship. I was worried that a love confession was coming up, instead he asked, "Which do you like more, burger king or mcdonalds?" MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RANDOM! I LIKE...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my parents came home to find their lawn covered in pink, plastic flamingos. They found a note on the door explaining that they could pay $5 to have the flamingos removed for good, or $10 dollars to have them moved to the neighbor's yard. Turned out it was a class fundraiser. I love my school. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lets try this people! At those bungalows!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took my kids to cut firewood. As my chainsaw started cutting into a tree, I heard screaming. I stopped and turned around to see what was wrong. My daughter was standing there, silently watching me. I went back to cutting, and heard the screaming again. I then found that my daughter was "screaming for the tree beacause it couldn't for itself". My daughter is 17. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOGIC! HAHAHAH!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had exams, and the Professor had earlier said that if you can carry it in, you can use it to help you. One kid actually carried in a post-grad student. The Professor held fast to his word. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POWER I OSO WAN!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was watching television with my brother when an ad for Dick's Sporting Goods came on. My brother excitedly yelled out, "DICKS! I love Dicks!" He still does not get why I was laughing so hard. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHA LOSER SIA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at a debate tournament, and my opponent stood to rebuttal. He said "my opponent's arguement is like a bikini, what it reveals is very interesting, but what it covers is crucial." I lost the debate but I think he deserved it more.MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seems true huh. LOL!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I walked into a bookstore to research on different psychological structures between males and females. As I went past the display stand, there was a book called 'What Men Know About Women'. I opened it, and discovered that it was completely blank. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This. Definitely true. LOL!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my friend changed all my contacts in my phone. I have been texted by Batman, Donatello, and Hermione Granger. I have no idea who they are, and it doesn't upset me at all. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wah if got a fake emma watson sms me i oso happy. LOL&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my little brother was trying to convince our mom to let him go to a party, stating that "everyone's going!" She asked him, "well if everyone jumped off a cliff would you do it too?" He replied, "Yes, because their bodies would cushion my fall." My brother rocks. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOM OWNED! HAHAHA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friend and I decided to watch home videos from when she was around three . Her mom, behind the camera, asked her to count to five and she did . Her mom then asked her if she could count higher . She then proceeded to stand on her chair, raise her hand in the air and count to five again . It made my day . MLIA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Talk about literal. HAHA!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw a sign that said "Attention Dog Owners: Please pick up after your dogs. Thank you. Attention Dogs: Grrrrr, bark, woof. Good boy." It made my day. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOL THIS ONE REALLY WTF! HAHAH!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and heard my parents arguing. The problem? Every time my mom would listen to "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift on her ipod, my dad would interrupt her to play "Heartless" by Kanye. I love my parents. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some parents are just awesome.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in the checkout line when I saw a mother and her four year old son. The son was screaming his brains out in hope to get a candy bar, but his mother wasn't taking the performance. He proceeded to scream, "If I don't get my candy bar, I'll tell grandma you put daddy's peepee in your mouth!!". The mother dropped all her groceries, grabbed her kid, and stormed out of the store. I've never laughed so hard. You go, little dude. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOM PAWNED!!! LOLOLOL!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-136761860756746323?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/136761860756746323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-feel-average-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/136761860756746323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/136761860756746323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-feel-average-today.html' title='I just feel AVERAGE today.'/><author><name>DouDou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164025199074025822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8iwwWqz5-w/S6RdCdJl6TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GscOycikhm8/S220/P1730_27-02-10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7836528586046152450.post-1716908269913892079</id><published>2009-10-26T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:57:59.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAKAE SUSHI'/><title type='text'>Simply Put. Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>K i just came back from dinner. I had dinner with Fiz, Ron and Jared. LOL Idiotically funny dinner lah. Like. WTF + LMAO + Paiseh! HAHAHAH! All thanks to Ron / Ronald / HUI RONG AR / Wei Rong / Wei Yong / ENG WEI YONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Sakae Sushi at Causeway Point, simply enjoyable. As usual... We were up to our usual nonsense at this buffet for four. HAHAH! Ronald ar... Really ar. No Hui Shan, No camera, NONSENSE LIKE HELL. I tell u. AKU CEKAP [However this is spelt]. Wo Gen Ni Shuo. U really MUST see it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE MAGNIFICIENT RONALD ENG WEI YONG AT HIS NONSENSICAL BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3417811cbe4eb8dc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3417811cbe4eb8dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B1B1E6F2C6A4B127A5CDE98E6DF45D891B30F2.45A968024C9D12CFFE2E601133E78D9EED50CD97%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3417811cbe4eb8dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWWR7CYU4ZLEdiEH3mv5E6dIFiww&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3417811cbe4eb8dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B1B1E6F2C6A4B127A5CDE98E6DF45D891B30F2.45A968024C9D12CFFE2E601133E78D9EED50CD97%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3417811cbe4eb8dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWWR7CYU4ZLEdiEH3mv5E6dIFiww&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first video. Headphones ARE advised, can't make out what was being discussed. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7dcd16d5ecbc5cc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7dcd16d5ecbc5cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDA35BACE669107D1B7E4CAFE6419C09B47B49AD.DC825132671CFF07B9D4EB3BCB44D7E1CB7CB53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7dcd16d5ecbc5cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D56tVSWqF6oY9OVQpnFphHlR9VYc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7dcd16d5ecbc5cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDA35BACE669107D1B7E4CAFE6419C09B47B49AD.DC825132671CFF07B9D4EB3BCB44D7E1CB7CB53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7dcd16d5ecbc5cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D56tVSWqF6oY9OVQpnFphHlR9VYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the FINAL video for Mr. Ron. HAHAHAH! Nonsense sia. Seriously HAHAHHAH!!!! RONALD! WATCH OUT AR! If u piss me off... These vids go on Facebook, Twitter [I'll create an account JUST FOR IT.:)], Msn, Or wadeva Public stuff. HAHAHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leverage here.. Leverage... Nothing much.:) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7836528586046152450-1716908269913892079?l=tckwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1716908269913892079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/simply-put-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1716908269913892079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7836528586046152450/posts/default/1716908269913892079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tckwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/simply-put-enjoy.html' title='Simply Put. 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