<?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-36352439</id><updated>2011-12-11T11:29:19.740+08:00</updated><category term='777'/><title type='text'>When the world caves in.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>834</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7528600219719528002</id><published>2011-12-10T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:29:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morale has been plunging since we returned from taiwan. i dont think my oc is the only one at fault. across the battalion everyone is feeling jaded. worn out. and just not quite ready for the 1 last mission that would mark the end of chionging suas. i dont even want to imagine how disastrous it'd be if jan comes and we head into atec in this state. all the good work or rather hard work. since we're not actually that excellent as they describe us to be. would be gone. holy shittt. but seriously. even i dont feel like giving a damn about this last atec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont get why everyone is in a hurry to grow up. we'll get there when we get there. we're just gonna end up regretting it when we look back. after the novelty of being a grown up wears off and the effects of additional shit slaps us in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*piak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly admire those that have the courage and determination to defy all odds to work for their dreams. its throwing everything away for that slim chance. and i hate that i do not have that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this getting sad and depressing. not so christmas-ee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7528600219719528002?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7528600219719528002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7528600219719528002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7528600219719528002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7528600219719528002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2011/12/up-till-now-when-im-at-certain-places.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5490206052153882464</id><published>2011-10-30T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:46:03.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd trip to taiwan in my short ns life. went to the roughly the same places. probably why i wasnt quite as hyped for the r&amp;r as i was in sispec days. knowing what to expect really takes the excitement away. usually i like to look out the window on long bus rides. and usually i do that. but this time i just slept through most of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was caught between longing for the comforts of home and not wanting to go back to the same mundane lifestyle in singapore. im pretty sure if i had the few items i needed i could have put off going home for quite some time. didnt use to be like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment life is pretty bleak. im not working towards anything but my ORD date. only thing i look forward to is that. can see myself being lost once i reach there. can see myself missing my army buddies. and army bunk life. not the training. just the times in bunk. and probably the sense of belonging. the same feeling bb gave me in sec sch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i dont know where im headed. only started thinking abt this after i entered ns. before that whenever i thought abt where my life is headed i just think about which school i shld work towards to. which unit i want to land my ass in in ns. but now i realise there's more to it than all that though i cant quite explain or put a finger to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh still feeling the nooooo i dont want to be back home feeling that you get when you return from a long trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5490206052153882464?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5490206052153882464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5490206052153882464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5490206052153882464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5490206052153882464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2011/10/2nd-trip-to-taiwan-in-my-short-ns-life.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5768661024061443389</id><published>2011-10-09T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:34:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just read some of earlier posts and i realised i was so damn friggin corny last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope im all grown up and less corny now. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell nobody believes me but thats alright. i'll just go cry in one korner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one week block leave just before taiwan has switched me to ord mode. its gonna be so hard to go back to combat mode man. im done with ns. enough liao la. ORD PLS. I DONT WANT TO GO BACCKKKK. noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civilians lead such wonderful lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to hate watching movies and reality shows. they paint the perfect picture. they put each of ur dreams into action just to give you a little glimmer of hope. a small sense that all that can actually be achieved. but we all know that most of us will just grow up to be another nondescript person. living a normal live. with our wildest dreams nvr fulfilled. and watching these shows just make it more painful becuase they are some lucky buggers out there who have actually living your dream. and these shows just tell you that its possible for draems to come true but just not for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mighty depressing post. no idea why. i used to be one of those people who would say hey its possible if you work hard enough. if you put your all to it. but i guess im just losing that kind of optimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which isnt good man. i'll find it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully that little optimism i just displayed with the above sentence doesnt disappear liek the rest of it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang man. life has gotta be a little more interesting. so boreddd  at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. lets see how long it takes for someone to realise there are still updates. hahahha probably never ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5768661024061443389?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5768661024061443389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5768661024061443389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5768661024061443389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5768661024061443389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-read-some-of-earlier-posts-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-542270877786554553</id><published>2011-09-05T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:16:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa running 21 km is no joke man. first time i run until my legs went cold. like can feel a cool sensation at my thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i know hitting the 9km mark at 40mins is too crazy a pace for 21km. hahahhaha. felt so good running at a crazy pace for a good 6km or so. then i died totally after that. ended up walking damn a lot. still a good experience though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have just stayed where u were. coming back did neither of us any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-542270877786554553?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/542270877786554553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=542270877786554553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/542270877786554553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/542270877786554553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2011/09/wa-running-21-km-is-no-joke-man.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1482552412755838013</id><published>2011-08-30T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:03:35.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its been almost a here since i posted here? just didnt quite have the time to update. and upon logging i realised i have a disturbing number of follwers that i dont know. lol. bet they're gonna spam stupid ads on my comments. hey doods. either pay me for that. or SCREW OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually a very nice person. pls dont be intidimated =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read a few of previous posts. i really sound like a retard at times. bet i still do. but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's beeen boring. monotonous. repetitive. and really could be better. why my unit does so much. i still dont understand. my thumb is getting smaller with each passing day. soon i'll really have 4 fingers only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i cant play pepsi cola 123. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite infuriating when u understand the need for somethign to be done. yet its still so painful to do it. isnt understanding supposed to take a lil bit of that pain away? at least i think it shld. damn u understanding. do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of army. really sick of it. not enough that i have to go outfield and do shit when i dont want to. i have to make ppl who are equally. if not more reluctant to do it with me. motivate them when im unmotivated. give them strength when im weak myself. and yet they question my every command. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little perks i get to enjoy are sustaining me. but i rreally want to ORD NOWWW. respect the men who have been in this unit since the start of the mono. but 8 months of this shit hole is keeeling me. especially with the knowledge of how alot of ppl from my batch are having a nice time in their own units. while im sitting in asrama digging shellscrape and feeeding mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very surprised i havent gotten dengue or anything that's mozzies transmitted considering the number of bites i get each outfield. not that im hoping to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to find it hard to talk abt non army related stuff with my frens. and now i find it almost impossible. its a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SIGN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i shld sign on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as epicmealtime says it. f***ing smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bacon strips are really damn delicious. no wonder they love it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bai bai. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1482552412755838013?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5114522619387296200</id><published>2010-10-31T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:28:03.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i was talented in something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5114522619387296200?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5114522619387296200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5114522619387296200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5114522619387296200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5114522619387296200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-wish-i-was-talented-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-667631841226033384</id><published>2010-10-31T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:22:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if anyone still checks this place for updates. but if you do. you're in luck. yayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aslc isnt quite as bad i imagined it to be. yeaa lots of outfield and range shit but still managable. life isnt that bad. bunks mates are pretty fun. commando pc is usually not around. so we can get away with slacker trainings. blah blah blah. but life is still very mundane. having a laptop helps alot though. laptops are really a morale booster and makes ns life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going taiwan for 3 weeks in 2 weeks time. people say its fun. but im not really looking forward to it. 7days field camp doesnt sound that fun to me. but 2 more weeks after the taiwan trip i'll be passing outttt. as a seargeant. finally. after getting this crappy posting while everyone else got nice posting im preparing myself for the worst possible posting. like guards or some shit. lets hope i dont end up there. they do crazy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really dont know what im doing in ns. we give shit standards and they just let it go simply coz of time constraint or whatever other reason. i mean its nice for us. but i dont think its right. since seargents are gonna be teaching and leading people. if we're screwed up. we really dont have the right to teach or yell at people next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it gets tiring to try. when saikang is allocated to us and nobody wants to dirty their hands. its tiring to always be one of the first few to say. hey lets just get it over and done with. while everyone stands where they are. wanting to siam and go slack. and when the usual people dont take the iniative. the saikang is left untouched and everyone gets a nice lecture and punishments like no nights out and all that. anndd then everyone starts to kp like. wa thats too much. then scold the OC for dealing such punishment. go back bunk and shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what the few that always tries goes down with the ship anyway. not fair right. but i dont like just leave things the way they are when i know we are supposed to do them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of trying. when people dont reciprocate. maybe its the signal to stop trying. or maybe you're taken for granted. or maybe they dont see it at alll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough with ns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just returned keith;s guitar. now i have no guitar. D= . kind souls out there with a serviceable guitar. please lend it to me. thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i havent talked to alot of people for quite some time now. sorry doods but SAF is a weekened monster that eats weekends. you know like cookie monster. nom nom nom. so dont have much free time and alll. think i'll get more time after i pass outt. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i started ns people's been asking questions. and their questions are starting to get to me. i believe. but i cannot explain. i cannot tell why. im having more doubts than ever. its shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its shaking" sounded kinda weird there. but anywayyy. bai bai. please sms me to go out. im very lazy to organize =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-667631841226033384?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/667631841226033384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=667631841226033384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/667631841226033384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/667631841226033384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/10/howdyy.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7865557495718384928</id><published>2010-08-30T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:52:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/CoSL_qayMCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7865557495718384928?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7865557495718384928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7865557495718384928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7865557495718384928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7865557495718384928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-8000971650708799899</id><published>2010-08-30T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:28:39.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wo hui lai le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. next week is the last week of bslc. damn fast siol. 28km route march tml starts at 1530. hope for nice weather. think i'll drill a hole on the top of my helmet or something. helps ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda sad now. from bmt to bslc. the same few people have been my bunk mates. now just when we're starting to really bond. we're gonna be seperated. D= awwwww. sian. then gotta make new friends again. thats unless we damn suay and all end up in aslc. same bunk again. really hope i end up in some nice vocation. with a camp thats near my house. and with people i know. hahhaha. that's the dream man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months of ns gone. 1year 6 months to go. im quite used to this life. not that i like it. just used to it. any situation can be fun. or funny.  as long as u're stuck with a bunch of people u can talk cock with. now after i get posted. i have to restart everything. find new people to talk cock. make new friends. and inevitably lose some of the friendships i've made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds very exciting indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book in lohh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8000971650708799899?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8000971650708799899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8000971650708799899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8000971650708799899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8000971650708799899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/08/wo-hui-lai-le-hahhaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3329798866387103625</id><published>2010-07-25T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:06:09.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1/4 of scs done. the past 2 weeks was just lessons lessons and more lessons. starting from next week schedule's gonna be more packed. more tiring stuff coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inception was good. (y). sometimes i think im dreaming too. hahaha i should make a totem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book outs for next 2 weeks will be on sat and monday. 2 looong weeks ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this 2 weeks im burning my money like free. i draw money when i book out. and before the day ends. im left with just 5 bucks. and i cant really remember where all my money hsa gone. noooo. please dont take my money away~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been using ns as an excuse. to delay somethings i dont want to deal with. things that are hard to decide. hard to deal with. when in camp my mind is cleared of all these things. because i've other stuff to worry abt. but all this things are just gonna come back and haunt me sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya. why cant everyday be saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJtZ5w29se4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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disappeared. im quite sure we're gonna get screwed once the high key events start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now. we can order macs/kfc/pizza or whatever thats orderable at night. if we have the time. hhahahhaha. we wouldnt even dare to dream abt that in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training will prolly be tougher. gonna run 3km almost every morning. but seriously. tougher trainings in exchange for less regimentation is totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still dreading book ins. even though life has gotten better. still dreading army life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant everyday be saturday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2171379255078643485?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2171379255078643485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>POP LO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. onto fresh helll. muahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better not end up as a man. i might burn cmpb down if i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad. i was just beginning to like bmt life a little bit. and now im out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hair was just beginning to grow to a not so short length. and they had to cut itt. on the weeek of my pop. on TUESDAY. now im back to botak one. i mean square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to future recruits. bring EVERYTHING back on the week before pOP. i mean EVERYTHING. dont just open ur cupboard. see that its quite empty and say. hah. i think i can squeeze everything into my bag. and it'll still be quite light for my 24km route march.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wont be. my bag was hugeeee. like everyone else's. got even bigger with my helmet and lbv inside. thank goodness i didnt have to take public transport. i'll be fat. smelly. and everyone will pinch their nose and stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember how it feels like to have hair. cant remember how it feels like to rub my head and not feel the prickly feeling. cant remember how it feels like to sweep my fringe from my forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i miss you. my dear hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months. not a very long time. but enough to make me see things differently. enough to build back the mental strength that i lost since i went jc. enough to make me appreciate my parents more. and enough. to make me tell them that i do appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this section mate. that signed on. his parents were getting a divorce and his mum didnt have enough money to pay for a new flat. his bro will not have enough money for uni either. so he signed on. for the money. to help his family out. he just threw 6 years of freedom away. for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt my own problems were so small after hearing that. i felt so sad for him. he told me he didnt mind army life. or not booking out. since he doesnt have a home to go to even if he did book out. made me very very grateful for everything i ahve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is. i never heard him grumble abt his problem. he just put his best in whatever he did. to secure a spot in ocs. so he can sign on and help his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly if i were him. i dont know if i can do the same. or be as strong. he had all this personal problems outside of army. and still he doesnt complain. he just takes the bullshit life throws at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect this guy man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6105734461473596628?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6105734461473596628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week of bmt. last book in to tekong. think i'll miss sitting on the ferry. its kinda fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10weeks of bmt isnt that long after all. at least it doesnt feel that long. hope i get into sispec. not man or ocs. then another 6 months of bmt upsize and i'll bee outttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i go back to bmt as a seargent. its gonna be damn slack man. or at least thats what i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward to block leave. havent played soccer since i entered army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhh. although this week's the last week. its also one of the most tiring week. the entire week is packed with physical activities. got rehearsal for the parade. bcct. soc. agr. then friday the 24km route march. sssiaanxxorrsxsxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ns men should have more sleep. we expend so much energy during the day. and we sleep like 6 hours. sometimes slightly lesser. somedays i wake up with a dinosaur stomping around in my head. realllllly feels like crap. more sleep pls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbbooookk in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-309660021002276574?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/309660021002276574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=309660021002276574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/309660021002276574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/309660021002276574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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before my turn. the whole range blacked out for 2 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by the time we finished shooting and went back. we reached our bunks at abt 410am. slept at 430am. and woke up at 6am. WOOO shiok ah. had a power nap after breakfast. but really. it didnt help much. but thankfully we had nothing to do for the whole day. so we just zombied around. cleaned out rooms. and took naps here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riggghttttt. this coming week is full of soc. and 16km route march! wooooo. gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k book in liao. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8158669464843774865?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8158669464843774865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8158669464843774865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8158669464843774865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8158669464843774865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/06/need-moar-fooooood.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-6237854781700967927</id><published>2010-06-06T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T12:47:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bacckkkk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week my morale was at an all time low. i dont know why also. i just felt so drained and depressed. and i was getting really sick of being around people. just wanted time to be alone. by myself. really. you dont get any of that in army. anywhere u go there's people. even after lights out u still hear ur bunk mates talking/snoring/moaning/moving around on their bed/ or in some cases the music they listen to coz they switch the volume to like 100000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went for my 12 km route march with my all time low morale and i almost died. it started around 2pm in the afternoon. you know how hot that is??? for the first 4 km. i almost died. like seriously on the brink of falling out. my brain was cooking in my helmet. the stupid vest i was wearing was trapping all the heat. it was the hottest i've ever ever ever ever felt in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our break our o.c came to scold us. and my morale went even lower. thankfully the next 8 km was as hot as the first 4. somehow i maanged to push through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realllllllly thankful that i made it all the way through 12km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tekong seriously needs to invest in clouds. like get a cloud making machine or something. there's always clouds around tekong. but not above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i got a one day book out. i have a essay abt the defining moment in my ns life to write. but it feels really good to be alone in my room. just myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. thats how good i feel. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have a normal 5day week next week. havent had one. dont know how it feels like. dying to try. hahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey. all but one of my high key events are cleared. no more sleeping in out field or what. at least for the rest of bmt. (Y) YEAAAA. lots of physical training coming up next. (y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. everyone says they lose weight after outfield events. and i gained 2 kg after field camp. hahahahha. but the little tummy i grew during the hols is goneee. and i can do like 7/8 pullups. WOOOOOOOoOOOOoOOoOooOoOoOOOoOOOooOOOooOOOooO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i deserve a reward from everyone that reads this. hahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the sit test(situational test. something used to assess recruits to see if they are suitable for command sch ). the assessor asked if given the choice. would i go for ocs. i said not sure. and im still not sure. i think i will die there. but i'll definetely learn more. experience more. and hey i'll get more money too. hahahaha. but do i wanna push myself thatt hard?? nvm. 1 more month to decide. not as if im already in alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing soccer. i havent talked to some people since i've entered army. i havent done some stuff since i entered army too. now that high key events are out of the way. lets hope i ahve less confienments. and more time to do all this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty mighty. see you guys next book out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6237854781700967927?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6237854781700967927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6237854781700967927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6237854781700967927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6237854781700967927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-bacckkkk-again.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-2401967322515756001</id><published>2010-05-29T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:19:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a time for patience. for strength. for growth. and for learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goal for this week. cut down on vulgarities. if i fail. no ice cream for myself when i book out. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2401967322515756001?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2401967322515756001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=2401967322515756001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2401967322515756001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2401967322515756001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-time-for-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7166123450398097345</id><published>2010-05-29T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:50:05.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 2nd book out. and guess what guys. im done with half of bmt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field camp really wasnt as bad as i imagined. it definetely could have been alot worse. im very grateful for the nice commanders that we have and very pissed with the people who dont know how to appreciate the niceness and try to do all sorts of stupid stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhah btw. i saw wild boar during camp. its friggin friggin huge. seriously if we killed it and ate it. can feed like 20 people. and my buddy fainted from heat exhaustion. i covered shit holes. etc etc. interesting experience. but i really prefer not to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. abt 1 more month to POP. im alive and well. healthy. did 6 pulllups today. could have done more though (y) and i've grown abit tougher. all of this i am very thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays its hard to talk abt anything besides army when im out. there's just nothign else to talk abt. cut off from everything. all i know is army. all i see is army. and all i do is army stuff. sianxors. lets hope this isn't the way it'll be for the rest of my ns life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english is getting lousy. tsk. k tired. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7166123450398097345?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7166123450398097345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7166123450398097345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7166123450398097345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7166123450398097345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-2nd-book-out.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-8513967807977637445</id><published>2010-05-15T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:30:45.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just read my own post and i realised its full of angst. im just ranting abt the bad stuff in army. i realised i havent really gave thanks for the good stuff i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nice bunk mates. very nice to get along with. all nice kids. none of them are like guai lan or anything. thats VERY impt. i mean. 7 more weeks to go. nice bunk mates help make army more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. for the 17 days i've been inside. seargents have been VERY nice to us. VERY. other company get 100+ push ups. we barely hit half of that. and since i've been sick for the better part of those 17 days. that is really a blessing. think i would have died if they were nasty everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. we get washing machines (y) hahahahah self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are the few i can think of for the moment. lazy to think. im gonna complain less. tank more. and grow. army is a time for growth and learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa that sounds so mature. very unlike me. hahahahha see. i've grown alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one more thing to rant abt. and thats the tekong cough thing. if everyone gets it. and 240 people in the company starts coughing. then i think its a serious problem. how can we train when everyone is coughing. tsk. they seriously need to purify the water or seomthing. we shouldnt just think ah its ok. everyone gets it. so leave it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should be the army theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/616Li6wJA8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/616Li6wJA8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah play taht everytime we move. then the seargents will sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE YOU TO MOVEE~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8513967807977637445?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8513967807977637445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8513967807977637445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8513967807977637445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8513967807977637445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-read-my-own-post-and-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3857691527650669772</id><published>2010-05-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:37:38.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do you know if an army dude is serving in tekong. or some other part of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check if he's coughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought the "tekong cough" thing was bullshit. still thought so on the first day. then on the second day i had mild cough. by the end of the first week. it felt like my lungs were gonna fly out everytime after i ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that i had sorethroat and fever twice. eventually almost the whole company came down with the cough and sorethroat. we sat in the lt for some talk and there wasnt. i repaet. there WASNT a single second that nobody was coughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im back on lovely singapore. i see traffic lights on the road once more. loving my 4 day break. damn sad for the other dudes who book out on fri. coz they only get 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS 3 WEEKS DOWN. 7 WEEKS TO GOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and confinement next week again. D= blooody field campp. honestly im really quite scared for field camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing sucks more than being sick in camp. really. people who have yet to enter army. pray that u stay healthy. and dont get all this crap. running when u hvae a retarded cough is one of the most torturous things i've eveer done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think everyone i've talkeed knows how i feel abt my bunk and inefficiency of army as a whole. so i'll skip that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda liking my botak head. its amazing cooling. takes very little maintenance. and doesnt get in ur face like how fringes do. however. even though i kinda like how it feels . i'd want to have a little more hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my next book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is. 2 WEEKS FROM BOOK INNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the bmt would be over!! damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT cannot bring biscuit. no strepsils also. at night hungry just eat grass or eat dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i learned a handy dandy new technique during this 17 days. and thats powering down ur brain. and going into semi auto mode. especially used when u're doing a monotonous and repetitive task like marching a long distance. ur body continues to move as it's supposed to. but ur brain goes somehwere else. it helped me get through lots of boring times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my finger stays obedient during field camp. and my mind doesnt power down at the wrong time. so i wont ever ever misfire and get myself confined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. since tekong is screwed up. it doesnt have clouds. it only has when it rains. so instead of hoping for no sun. i hope theres wind. and rain. the weather is really. DAMNN HOT. and with long four. i get heat rashes. which is some burning sensationn on ur skin. it gets quite unbearable sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who have not gone it. pray for good health. and stay away from all the stupid illnesses. all of the illnesses makes it a lot tougher to cope and adjust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim zui ho ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3857691527650669772?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3857691527650669772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3857691527650669772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3857691527650669772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3857691527650669772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-know-if-army-dude-is-serving.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1724990995409674603</id><published>2010-04-24T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:26:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week i've been spending more time out of the house than in it. and im friggggggginnn tired now. sleep deprived. but all for a good cause. and thats spending time with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been spenind alot alot alot alot of money eating alot alot alot alot alot of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2 more days my scalp is gonna say hi to the world for the 2nd time since i was born. yes just in case some of you were wondering. i've nvr been bald. BUT i've been on board before. ahhahhahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tuning my mind to prepare myself for the different stuff there. but really no amt of tuning will really help. so i shld just go there. die. and it'll get tuned. nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my army phone has no snake. NOOOOOOOOOOOoooOOoOOooOo. neither does it have bounce. NOOooOOOoOOOoOoOO damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k updates on this blog will become a weekly issue now.&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye ay ay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1724990995409674603?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1724990995409674603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1724990995409674603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1724990995409674603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1724990995409674603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-this-past-week-ive-been-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7378329862652383694</id><published>2010-04-21T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:14:58.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the things you cant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so easy to fall into the trap of mulling over what you cant change instead of trying to change what you can. so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that the saturday of the first week of my ns is labour day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which meanss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CONFINEMENT! WOOOOOOO seriously. our batch of jc kids are lucky retards. feb intake had no confinement coz of cny. now april intake also no confinement. nice one la public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me dread the coming of next monday less by a teeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think there's a probelm when you dont have anything much to look forward to in the future. it's a problem right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new discovery. what do you get when u flip ftw over? wtf!! hahhahahahaha opposites both in spelling and meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7378329862652383694?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7378329862652383694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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of days to ns is going down to single digit sooon. im a little scared. because my fitness isnt quite back yet. i just hope the weather decides to be a little more kind on me while im inside. and i hope i get a buddy i can get along with. nice people in my bunk. and maybe a seargent who doesnt have a screw loose in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not asking for alot right? haahha hope there's decent food too. nothing sucks more than being dead tired and eating crappy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually looking forward to stuff like throwing grenades. or live firing. paintball gave me a glimspe of how it feels like to fire a gun. and damn it was fun coz i hit joel's head 3 times on the same spot and it swelled up later in the night. hahhaahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe if i can. i'd like to try to . i dont know maybe fire a bazooka or like the cannon on the tank. hahahhahaha wa damn cool la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those stationary machine guns would be cool tooo. always loved them in video games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play paint ball again. the guy said that if we got 16 people we can get a 3 hour slot. prolly gonna be damn ex. but its damn fun. and 1 hr is too short alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pew pew pew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8557961306703739699?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8557961306703739699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8557961306703739699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8557961306703739699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5239500635630344050</id><published>2010-04-12T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:46:22.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a few months since she last had a face. now every time she pokes into my dreams i can nvr remember her face. its nvr the same. i wake up and she becomes faceless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when oh when is that face gonna appear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5239500635630344050?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5239500635630344050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i gotta feeeeling~ wooooooooo~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that tonight's gonna be a good good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a feeeeling. wooooooooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeeeeling's got more feeeeel if you put in extra Es. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared to mix with strangers. especially if we're not doing a common activity. or doing a common activity that requires lots of interaction. i become self conscious of my actions coz i dont want to look like an idiot. but ultimately i become too self conscious and look like an idiot anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if just ONE stranger mixes in a whole bunch of people i know. i get really uncomfortable. it kinda shuts me up. so next time you know when wen jie's talking too much nonsense just get a stranger to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT unless if the stranger is a guy similar to me. or is just as much an idiot as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put me in an environment when i know nobody and i'll probably melt into a puddle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure they have a term for this. sociophobia? is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i just typed all that. but it helped save me from typing a whole paragraph of bull crap that's swimming in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn how play harmonics on guitar. i tried it by myself and all i've made is noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty mighty goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1033278122194391961?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1033278122194391961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1033278122194391961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1033278122194391961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1033278122194391961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-gotta-feeeeling-wooooooooo-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4515808473912267795</id><published>2010-03-22T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:14:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOTHING feels better than a warm and full tummy on a cold morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even a cool and full tummy beats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had my warm breakfast the other day then i sat down on the sofa with my warm and full tummy. and it felt so great i didnt wanna get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand. nothing feels worse than having a double cramp. not menstrual. but cramp on both of my legs. waaa worse cramp in my life siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol fun bun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4515808473912267795?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/4515808473912267795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=4515808473912267795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4515808473912267795'/><link 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content with what i got. considering the fact that i was actually expecting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not quite sure what i wanna do. have a few courses in mind. environmental engineering and material science engineering. but dont know if i shld take engineering or not. no one seems to be applying for engineering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how brown cow? should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engineers to be/engineers/engineereds ( retired engineers ) pls tag. wanna know moree abt engineering from someone whos actually studying. rather than the dudes at the open house who can only offer very vague answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u had just one chance to change one aspect of yourself. whatever aspect. like maybe the amt of nose hair u have. or the colour of ur eyes. what would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll choose to stop imagining stupid things. like my billion dollar prostitute enterprise that will be based in the jungles of malaysia. hahahaha old joke. btw nat. u're still the main star for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the random people from all the across the world reading this. i've no idea how oyu actually found this blog. but thanks for reading. hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7534253428489700049?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7534253428489700049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7534253428489700049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7534253428489700049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7534253428489700049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-8459865261574282986</id><published>2010-03-03T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:08:22.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i kinda erased myself from everyone's radar for this hols. looking back i've just been spending alot of time alone. doing things that i always said i'd do but nvr got abt doing. and i must say it feels satisfying. the loner in me craved this peroid of solitude. not that i dont get enough usually. but sometimes i need a little more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for some weeks i go out like maybe twice or just once a week. but still i dont feel bored. or whatever some people feel when they dont go out enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure i will get bored soon though. when even the loner in me gets sick of being with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fryday. i might get fried. i still dont have a clue of what im going to do for uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if i get fried it kinda makes it easier to decide since i wont get many options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still hope i dont get fried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i could just chase a dream. perhaps i might get somewhere. or screw myself up for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly the latter sounds alot more likely to happen than anyhting else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been wondering why my fire for bb died. why? was i just in for the fun only? or maybe coz most of the other doods are not committing too. or maybe i grew tired of it? anddd nope i've still no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 3 keys made for one lock. one's stored away. used sparingly. one's away. to be back someday. and one broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to fix that last key. but no one's there to use it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken key for sale~~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8459865261574282986?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8459865261574282986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8459865261574282986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8459865261574282986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8459865261574282986'/><link rel='alternate' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont watch the vid. it involves a bodyless head of a female singing. just listen to the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to 2 dudes who just went in army in feb. its march today. less than 2 monnthhhshsssss leftttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/peGlSq3KiTg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/peGlSq3KiTg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5972084914877006617</id><published>2010-02-20T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:04:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just found out my blog has 1 follower. wow. and some dude from mexico i think. the link on his profile goes to some mexican blog. o.O amazing ah. random people from everywhere reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. cny's gooooood. ate alot. alot alot. somehow cny this years feels abit different. it has a lil  bit more of the cny atmosphere. and i like how the streets are quiet during cny. hardly any cars. and everywhere is quiet and peaceful. not like the usual weekdays where all i hear at home is the traffic. and every few minutes the loud rumbling from the mrt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shld get a full 15 day holiday for cny. hahaha. 15 days of peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when i grow old i'll just go to some country side in some random country and live there. well the place must have a teevee with cable though. need to watch soccer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will there still be countrysides left by then? think by the time i grow old. everywhere will be cities. or l4d would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being old is very far awaayyyyyyyyy. though not so for my body. im 18 but my body feels like 50+. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rainbow now only has 3 colours. far from complete. D=.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5972084914877006617?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5972084914877006617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5972084914877006617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5972084914877006617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5972084914877006617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-found-out-my-blog-has-1-follower.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7398601983583583858</id><published>2010-02-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:23:07.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cny= pack room. eat eat eat. take ang bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and usually when u pack your room. you dig up some interesting stuff that u havent seen for quite some time. and the stuff u dig up usually falls into 3 main categories. 1. keep. 2 . throw. and the third is right in the middle of the first 2. u're just not quite sure of what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. you chuck them back into where you took them from. usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i just want to postpone the decision making. like. aiya. nvm put there first. deal with it when i've got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next time i see it will be the next cny. and the cycle repeats itself. just today i dug up some stuff from 5 or 6 years ago. and i shoved them all back into where they came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you again next year =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dug out a chunk of sec4 stuff that i kept. in case anyone wanted them. and threw them all away. since hte syllabus has changed and i really dont think anyone will want my books that are peeling like peel fresh. LOL. and replaced them with the 40odd books of new comics that i just got. k not new. second hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupboards look alot more awesome when they're filled with stuff you like. rather then junk that u dont know what to do with. and dont want to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. happy cny in advance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd. ba gua is getting very oily. to the point that the ba gua drips oil when i pick them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7398601983583583858?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7398601983583583858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7398601983583583858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7398601983583583858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7398601983583583858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-pack-room.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7608678687831409285</id><published>2010-02-08T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:00:22.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that other than the anonymous dude that posts ads on my blog. there's another anonymous dood that actually comments proper stuff. becoz usualyl i just skip over comments made by anonymous ppl. so i didnt actually notice it till like a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello anonymous dood. nice to meet you. would be nicer if i actually knew who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my admin job is at this survey company. that well. does surveys. the particular survey/project that im working on is like a survey to tourists. so i get to see quite interesting stuff like what people from other countries think abt singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting stuff they like no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostitutes in hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting stuff they like no.2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a few of them wrote weather. bet they came during the 5 days out of the 365 days where singapore is actually nice. cool. and not warm and humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or they live in even hotter places like australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want faster fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7608678687831409285?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7608678687831409285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7608678687831409285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7608678687831409285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7608678687831409285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-realised-that-other-than.html' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped by keith's house a few days ago. returned him his nice acoustic guit. and borrowed yet another guit from him. and he showed me this awesome vid. that u see above. hahha if only i can play half as well. and loook at the capo he's using. its a HALF capo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who sells half a capo? i cant even learn the song even if i want to. coz i dont have a HALF capo. hahaa. cool pool dude. go look at his drifting vid also. this was posted like 4 years ago and i only just saw it. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME FIND OUT WHERE HE LIVES. i'll go learn from him. and get a half capo. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half capo. sounds fun tos ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half capo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half capo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half capo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fun to say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half capo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6579210146733848399?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6579210146733848399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6579210146733848399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6579210146733848399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6579210146733848399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/02/popped-by-keiths-house-few-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-2194965945482202989</id><published>2010-02-03T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:51:02.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUUUUrst day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring. all i was touching was the mouse and the number pad. its just keying in numbers non stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for like 9hours. i was actually assigned to do some stuff at like 1030. for the WHOLE day. i finished it before lunch. by the time i knocked off i finished like 3 times of the original assigned workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tml im told to report later for work. i assume its coz i did some of tml's work today.i dont know if thats good or bad. while i'd like to work a lil less. coz its damn boring. i also want more money. but if i do more work any slower. i risk falling aslp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they allow me to use mp3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. 1 day down. abt 4 weeks to go. hahahhah but after that i'll have a good bit of money to spend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my office is really really really quiet. i see the offices in drama. movies. or whatever. people are always talking to each other and stuff like that. but there's nothing like that in my office. nothing at all. SILENCE for 9  housr. the lady mentoring me. i didnt even see her leave office for lunch. and she was still working after i knocked off. imba robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people. especially the males look so stern. when they look at me they just stare at me. no smile. no nothing. just a hard stare. before looking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies are a lil nicer. they smile and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. ah well wan an&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2194965945482202989?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2194965945482202989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=2194965945482202989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2194965945482202989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2194965945482202989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuuuurst-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-2138053697037532259</id><published>2010-01-27T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:02:06.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a loooooooooooooooooong time since i last posted. few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im not working at daily scoop. they didnt take me. D=&lt;br /&gt;2. im starting work next week. some admin job at chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll only be working 2 weeks a month for 3 months. so abt 6 weeks. find it very nice. coz i get time to slack in between every 2 weeks. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you jean for introing the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have remained jobless. and i dont really mind. somehow i've been able to find something new and interesting to keep my occupied whenever i get bored. so it really isnt that boring anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite hooked on a type of guitar playing. not sure what its called. think its fingerstyle picking or something. its like you play every note of the song. and well as the picking suggest. u only do mostly picking. and usually they use classical guits. so veryyy naicee. since i only have nat's classical guit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i've borrowed for a very very very long time. thank you nat if you;re reading. i'll return it before ns. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tabs for such style of playing is very hard to find. well if u're willing to pay like 5bucks per song that its easy enough. but im not. sooo. if u ever find urself with too much money that u're on the verge of spending it all on something stupid. dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it to me. i'll make good use of it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately joy has been in short supply. not the girl joy. but the JOY JOY. get it? everyone seems dead. half dead. or somewhere there. except for lanning sessions. u cant be dead when u play left 4 dead. coz u're alr left for dead. k bad joke. anyway. since ppl start working. they seem to be less joyful. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. my job is mindnumbingly boring. but the good thing is there wont be much interaction with any other ppl in the office. i'll just be left only with the com and a whole list of codes and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is goooood. imma loner. no interaction. neverrr. and there's a grumpy lady sitting behind where i'll be working. no interaction with grumpy lady. NEVERRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the people in the office seem nice enough. though there's an obvious generation gap. hope everything goes well. and my brain doesnt get too numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to travel after army. like what some of you doods did. go overseas maybe for 2 weeks. stay at diff places. chillac and stay away from singapore for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barttt then. long way to goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2138053697037532259?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2138053697037532259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=2138053697037532259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2138053697037532259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2138053697037532259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/01/howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-8213298249763094109</id><published>2010-01-18T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:20:11.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to go overseas. i want a change of surroundings. i want a change of attitude in me. i want a purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8213298249763094109?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8213298249763094109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8213298249763094109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8213298249763094109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8213298249763094109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-go-overseas.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-9050709827048715515</id><published>2010-01-13T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:53:30.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O levels results were released just a few days ago. reminds me of 2 years ago. where i was the one waiting for those results. 2 years have gone by really quickly. can still remember the last few days of sch.and day when results were released. everyone went around saying goodbyes and stuff like keep in contact.meet up next time. but 2 years from now. some of these friendships have alr drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a good friend. i've had best friends in my life. 2 in fact. but now i dont even talk to them coz we failed to keep in contact. and similar things have happened quite a few times. all of which could have been prevented had i taken a little more initiative.cared a little more. and tried a little harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you probably can tell. my blog isnt quite as interesting or stupid or funny anymore. other than impt stuff in my life im prolly gonna stop updating. and there aren't many impt stuff coming up. sooooooooooooo. too bad if this was ever ur source of entertainment. u'll have to find another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just talk to me directly. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh btw. job interview tml. for daily scoop. (y) hope i get the job. if i do. come visit me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MIGHT give u a bigger scoop. if im scooping that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty mighty. bai gais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-9050709827048715515?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/9050709827048715515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=9050709827048715515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/9050709827048715515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/9050709827048715515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-levels-results-were-released-just-few.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3755130098050137667</id><published>2010-01-10T07:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:07:07.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im corny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOoooooooooooOoOOooOooOo. how can i be corny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had the most gory nightmare ever. always watch teevee then see ppl wake up in the middle of the night coz of their nightmares. always thought they're just bluffing. like how can it get so scary. now i know it can happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here's how it goes. first i was getting beaten to pulp by i dont know who. i can only see the fists. i was beaten so badly that the skull on both sides of my head fell out. like around the ear there. and im stil alive (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN i got home. for some reason  i didnt go to the hospital instead. and realised i got some infection thats turning me into MUDMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the malay kind. but literally mud. so half my body was rotting. turning into sludge. sides of my skull was missing. can see abit of my brain. and when i got home my mum said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take a nap. u look like u're in a pretty bad shape" (in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. so i took a nap in my dream. its weird. sleeping in ur dream. then i woke up. parts falling out of my head. and my mum calmly said. eh something dropped out of ur head. put it back. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the dream involves me looking in the mirror and trying to tape up my head with SCOTCH TAPE. and im still alive! even if things falling out of my head. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not very smart in my dreams ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway sorry if u;'re having u're meal while reading this. but can u imagine it? now u're reading it in words. i SAW it in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhh. cant get the picture of out my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3755130098050137667?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3755130098050137667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3755130098050137667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3755130098050137667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3755130098050137667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-corny.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7224041959628945582</id><published>2010-01-06T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:12:00.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye my beep beep&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my friend&lt;br /&gt;you have been the one&lt;br /&gt;you have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been with me since the start. miss you.my beep beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. beep. i'll never love you. not even if u give me 50cents rebates. NVRR u hear me? ionly love beep beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beepbeep. i hope i hear u again when i grow old. and use elderly concession. till then. byebye my beep beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus rides have become veery very painful.sinec i have a habit of not tapping whenever i alight. each time i do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOFF&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mymoney disappears. and before i know it. i have to top up my card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear the beep beep my student concession makes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7224041959628945582?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7224041959628945582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7224041959628945582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7224041959628945582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7224041959628945582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-my-beep-beep-goodbye-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7799453417411357263</id><published>2010-01-01T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:19:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of 2010. i must say im quite glad 2009 is gone. even though i;ve to go army this year. but the last 2 years was really one of the not so nice years. on top of that there was A levels. so im quite happy all of that's behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&amp;2009 wasnt nice. but i think i learnt alot throughout those 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im a little more certain of what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've taken baby steps towards achieveing certain stuff i want in my life. it isnt much. but at least i started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. hello 2010. and army. and the 2 years of rotting for my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i hope the 4E chalet isnt the last in my life. coz it certainly feels that way. CHALETS ARE DAMN FUN. if. there'ssomething to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE POLAR BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go for chalets again. and play polar bear. screw mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLAR BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels damn good when u cook with ur frens and all of u sit around the same table to eat. yea. u eat together all the time. but it feels a lot different when the stuff u eat is prepared by yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking is fun (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll become a cook next time. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7799453417411357263?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7799453417411357263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7799453417411357263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7799453417411357263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7799453417411357263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-6956311011395497159</id><published>2009-12-27T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:03:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the third day of christmas &lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FRENCH HENS&lt;br /&gt;TWO TURTLE DOVES&lt;br /&gt;AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont know whats a partridge.and of all trees.why pear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so inadequate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i change topic in my post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up* i refrain from using (y). incase some ppl dont know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat chicken noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6956311011395497159?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6956311011395497159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6956311011395497159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6956311011395497159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6956311011395497159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-third-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3760016359947860042</id><published>2009-12-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:54:52.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the second day of christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TURTLE DOVES &lt;br /&gt;AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says u cant pour water out of an empty water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since theres no snow in singapore.it rained monkeys today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet there'll be snow in singapore in the next few decades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3760016359947860042?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3760016359947860042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3760016359947860042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3760016359947860042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3760016359947860042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-second-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7409247374655408597</id><published>2009-12-25T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:35:06.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the first day of christmas &lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PARTRIDGE in A PEAR TREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7409247374655408597?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7409247374655408597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7409247374655408597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7409247374655408597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7409247374655408597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-first-day-of-christmas-my-true-love.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3366775141110101677</id><published>2009-12-24T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:15:11.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i attended my niece's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap thats right.my niece. she's at least 5 years older than me. im an uncle alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a grand niece/nephew hiding somewhere on this world. im sure i've one. just nvr met him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me granduncle. at age of 18. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like im gonna start giving out ang baos soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3366775141110101677?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3366775141110101677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3366775141110101677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3366775141110101677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3366775141110101677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-attended-my-nieces-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-8322291311593430985</id><published>2009-12-22T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:17:41.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you. man who smokes on the escalator in the underpass. NO smoking in the underpass right.somemore the escalator going upwards. so all those behind u get to enjoy your fumes of death. you continue to smoke even though 2 uncles behind u were going AHEM AHEM very loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. girl. for stopping ur friend from smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i waited for a record breaking 40 mins for the bloody 166. the first 30 mins passed by quite quickly. coz i had my IRIVER.WOOO travel companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it died . and i realised wth i've been seating at the bus stop for 30 mins alr?! i actually counted the buses i saw. 3 143s. 2 145s. 4 60s. 2 30s. 1 165. and i cant remember the reest. WHERES MY 166?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i began a little debate with myself. its raelly quite useful when u got too much time to spare. was there a traffic accident? bus breakdown? bus got hijacked? or was the bus driver just kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. last option sounds most possible. lets see. since the bus driver is kinky.he'll tend to drive slowly. coz. well he's kinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this went on for 10mins. i was so focused on the crap that i nearly missed the bus when it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pretty pointless post. not funny. nothing nice to read. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year the festive season seems a little duller than the last. last time i used to get quite hyped for stuff like CNY or christmas. whatever. i'll stay up. with family. friends. or even myself to count down. then hop around for a while when clock stikes 12. and pretty much for the whole day i'll be hyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noww. festive season means i need to do spring cleaning. do this do that.help my mother claen fan. or cupboard coz im the tallest in my family. LOL can u believe that? im kinda of like a giant in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galileo. galilee. aiya whatever the giant's name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the chores kinda take the gloss and glitter from these occasions and make them seem a little duller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa if this continues. by the time i have a family and kids. i'll probably sink into depression during festive seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello santa. even though u're not real. pls drop a new computer at my doorstep for christmas.thanks. i can be ur reindeer for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee horr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8322291311593430985?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8322291311593430985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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rice. sambal sotong and prawn. oreo cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo i made all those today. anything u cook yourself tastes awesome. bet if i gave it to my mum she'll be like orh ok. nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. but its quite awesome.really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i cooked something that isnt maggie mee for dinner for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can post your food request here.and i'l try to cook it. hahaha cookng is really quite fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3146808473858650584?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3146808473858650584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3146808473858650584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4yApQzAsqk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4yApQzAsqk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get me the tabs for this and i'll treat you lunch. im too lazy to figure it out from the vid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i master it. i'll treat u dinner. lolol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-350701758518047755?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/350701758518047755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>think i shld buy some celery for myself too. just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been kinda unlucky this few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. my com broke down. 3rd time in 3 years. and every single time it breaks down during my holidays.sigh. my com's warranty finish alr. and to renew it i'll have to pay 300. wth man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind souls reading this. you can consider getting me a new com for christmas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. the daily scoop at sunset way which i was planning to work at caught fire like 4 days ago. just in case u dont know. daily scoop is an icecream shop. icecream shop catching fire. what are the odds man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd.went down to telok blangah for soccer 2 days ago. when i got there i saw like 30ppl there waiting. there were like 5 teams. so even if i got to play. once my team lose i'll have to wait like 1 hr to play again.nice. after 30mins it started raining. so ended up playing in the rain. and i played so badly that honestly i dont think there would be a difference if u just took me out. haha.no alex im not blaming u.not ur fault. chill pill with bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. i bet i accidentally broke some mirror. im on a jobhunt. any one with nice job offers. pls tell me. thanks you very much. no gigolo job pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth is wrong with my english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope no other ice cream shop catches fire again. or the sunset way daily scoop rebuilds everything really quickly and reopens next week.LOL . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think he's right. even though its the hols. im feeling quite tired. its not abt a particular thing. dont really know how to put it also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only the canal at bouna vista had fishes. i'll go there to fish like once a week.fun bun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7462787680780788914</id><published>2009-12-14T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:22:10.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im scrapping my plans to slack for 4 months. its too boring. as much as i dont like it. im gnna look for a job. bloooody job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first non-instant diy lunch was quite a success. u cant see. but im putting my thumbs up. baked pasta. woooooooo. and freak. i only prepared a handful of pasta. i thought would be less than enough for myself. turns out to be more than enough. but it tasted quite goooood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vary naice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw the job. i'll just open my own restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7834248170143321296</id><published>2009-12-12T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:09:19.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW_JMBWd-c4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW_JMBWd-c4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jaw is very sore. got a knock from playing soccer. and i say knock coz it was unintentional. cant imagine how painful it'll be if i really got elbowed in the jaw intentionally by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN STILL EAT MCSPICY. wooo. mouth could open big enough for that. shaker fries too. so soccer + fast food = no work done. lolol. nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7834248170143321296?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7834248170143321296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7834248170143321296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7834248170143321296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afgsGbJVM6A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my fav songs. always thought the woman that pops out of the coffin looks damn freaky. so i always skip that part. reminds me of dolls. which reminds me of chucky. the freaky doll killer show i watched when i was really young. and ever since then i had a mini phobia of dolls. especially those that blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they actually blink? holy shit. or is it just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh u. dont laugh. i can sense u laughing behind the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy caramel coated outing. rotten inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze me chang he wan an~&lt;br /&gt;so long and goodnight~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-2586825624864161984</id><published>2009-12-09T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:09:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>restrung my guit. finally. the string broke before As ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction. not my guit. nat's. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 15 mins to unwind like 3 strings. before i realised there was a much faster way that would have taken me at most 5 mins. by then my thumb was sore from turning the bloody knobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strings feels good. but gets out of tune if i leave it for like 3 hours. damn irritating. i take 5-10 mins to tune it back coz i suck at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went running for the first time since very very very long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little kid on a small bike beat me. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought he was slow. since he's small. his bike is small. so i shld have no prob whopping his ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got ass whopped instead. wth u shld have seen his legs. peddling at turbo plus nitro speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright. time to start exercising regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2586825624864161984?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2586825624864161984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=2586825624864161984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2586825624864161984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2586825624864161984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/restrung-my-guit.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5195516748300303265</id><published>2009-12-08T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:36:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel like doing anything. except for soccer. or any form of exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having determination in the wrong stuff isnt admirable. its stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-965741471391945659</id><published>2009-12-08T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:50:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just nice. full stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all it'll ever be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-965741471391945659?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/965741471391945659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=965741471391945659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/965741471391945659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/965741471391945659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-damn-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4167731417985361118</id><published>2009-12-02T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:17:20.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i gotta filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this bun is gonna be a good bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this bun is gonna be a good good bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i goota a filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( charsiew~~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mess with my bun&lt;br /&gt;lets live it up&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go study bio. bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4167731417985361118?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/4167731417985361118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=4167731417985361118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4167731417985361118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4167731417985361118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gotta-filling-that-this-bun-is-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5996687547932065112</id><published>2009-11-29T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:39:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i weigh the same as i did before As. 60kg. but im significantly weaker and less fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscles ---&gt; fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to reverse it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been soccering quite a bit this week. screw the bio mcq. if i ever work in moe. i'll make sure no student has to wait 10days for their last paper ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why. people in their "golden years" . years where they're supposed to sit back and enjoy life. actually end up working as cleaners. and the best part is sometimes people mock them. they dont even get a thank you for doing the kinda stuff everyone doesnt want to do. sure. they're paid to do it. but it wouldnt kill to show a little gratitude to those who clean up after you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5996687547932065112?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5996687547932065112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5996687547932065112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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either  a baby frog jump into my ear and is croaking there or something's loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've got a screw loose. hmm. sounds logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LEVELS OVERR. ignore the bio paper1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k guys. expect to see me turn darker by a few shades. soccer non stop. woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like metal thats exposed to water and air when i play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRRIIGGHHTT. wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;br /&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2423528529325900123?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2423528529325900123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>harlow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the feeling of the electric shaver when the barber uses it to shave my sideburns. you know they got 2 shavers. one bigger one that's always plugged. and the smaller one that's always charging. i like the smaller one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+1 not always equals to 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 4 more papers to go. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had lots to say when i opened this page. stuff to do with 1+1 not always equals to 2. but i suddenly dont feel liek saying. mood swing. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore's getting colder/hotter for the respective "seasons" . soon it'll be snowing in singapore. it'll happen in our lifetime. hahahaha. it'll be quite fun ah. and while we'll have snow in the cooler parts of the years. the rest of the year will be like droughts. so singapore will turn into the ultimate retarded place where u get screwed by the weather all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stillh ope it snows. it'lll be funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to all the A level doods. just a bit more to go~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5198514370567856720?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5198514370567856720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5198514370567856720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5198514370567856720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5198514370567856720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/11/harlow.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1623131438916131594</id><published>2009-11-11T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:53:03.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok A levels just grew legs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1623131438916131594?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1623131438916131594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1623131438916131594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1623131438916131594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1623131438916131594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-levels-just-grew-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-6596564348641642447</id><published>2009-11-10T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:27:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh guys. A levels actually damn easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels got no legs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kick la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6596564348641642447?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6596564348641642447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6596564348641642447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6596564348641642447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6596564348641642447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5036522252837061710</id><published>2009-11-09T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:29:41.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fusion polishes/washes/scrubs/mops their damn floor every day. their floor gets more attention than hayley williams hair when she's stuck between 1million people with black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As start tml. woo. cant wait. for it. to be over. hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just keep your head above&lt;br /&gt;and swim~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a skinny dood. not much muscles to begin with. and now im left with no muscles. besides the ones that i must have in order to survive. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. my brain is shutting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh nooooo. cant remember what i wanted to say. k. time to sleep bai gais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alll the best for As =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5036522252837061710?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5036522252837061710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5036522252837061710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5036522252837061710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5036522252837061710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/11/fusion-polisheswashesscrubsmops-their.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-997912127737517694</id><published>2009-11-08T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:31:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DESTROYER MODE YEAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's THE day. watched a squirrel fight a bird. realised squirrels dont run. they leap. damn cute. i'll kidnap one and keep it as my pet. i'll buy a house with a huge garden so it can leap around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks auntie is very nice to me. she sees me studying there everyday and decides to give my drink an upsize. using her own quota. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's THE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diagonally to my right sat a gay bapok man. and diagonally to my left a pretty girl. for some reason or other i found myself looking at the bapok more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noww hold on a second. just before you think im gay. i was just amused and wondering how the hell can a guy wear a shirt with a giant flower embroided across his chest. skinny shorts that almost look like the kind of shorts girls wear. think they call them hot shorts or soemthing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a holy cow pair of ugly shoes. on top of that he had the manners of a lady. covering his mouth shyly while talking on the phone etc. wont elaborate. or it'll instantly transform my blog's rating from a friendly G to a M18 or R 21. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa. i was quite tempted to shove my pencil in his face. then smash him with my file. and blend his shoes with the blender in starbucks. after scrutinising him for a good few minutes. amusement wore off. and the disgust started to sink in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went back to DESTROYER MODEE YEAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very unprepared. even though i've been studying. rawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. today's THE day. i saw a man in suit leap like the squirrel i saw earlier. he was leaping all the way down the escalator and to the toilet. looks like nature was calling. but he could have ran right. he looked quite ridiculous. hahaha stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he got possessed by little red riding hood. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a big bad wolf waiting for him in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FEAR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big bad wolf lost in the story. so im sure in real life he'll lose too. some courageous dood will pop out and save the. damsel? dood? in despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAA once again score of red riding hood vs big bad wolf is 1-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHWWOOOOOOOoOOOoOOOo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-997912127737517694?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/997912127737517694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=997912127737517694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this. dont want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how people can inspire others by just doing what they do. just being who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-2604654752062081308?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/2604654752062081308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=2604654752062081308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2604654752062081308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/2604654752062081308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1325706831603488084</id><published>2009-11-02T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:30:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's done. its turning into a double cycle. in other words. bicycle. unless i do something. it'll become a tricycle. i'll get a trishaw. yay. i can earn money buy peddling my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a magazine more to A levels. in case you didnt get that. 8 days more to A levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost entirely sure it is gonna be hard. still. im thinking of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy go lucky people. think 90% of dover people. or those who spend more than 10 years of their life in dover are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1325706831603488084?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1325706831603488084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1325706831603488084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1325706831603488084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1325706831603488084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-cycle.html' 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april 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO LATEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket. ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8995957764273176890?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8995957764273176890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8995957764273176890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8995957764273176890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8995957764273176890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/10/26-april-2010.html' 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years were one of the most wasted years of my life. and i really think i havent done anything to change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's perhaps not the time for regrets. since there might be more and bigger ones coming soon. like in a few months time if i dont study hard enough. but i seriously regret not making the best out of my time in ac. in fairfield it wasnt so hard. i was kinda placed in positions to help me make the best out of my time. i didnt really have to go out of my way to get it. i was. in other words. blessed. things just fell in place nicely for me to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in ac. i had to reach for the things i want. and frankly speaking. i dont think i even tried. i just stayed in my comfort zone. coming up with excuses after excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beauty of it all. is that even i see it. or we see it. we just keep doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think the last 2 years i've changed for the worse. maybe u guys cant see it. but i know it. vulgarities start to slip out of my mouth when im angry. and thats when i've showed great restraint to hold them back. so imagine what goes on inside my head. my temper's erratic. i dont blame others if they think wth is up with this guy. coz sometimes i dont actually know when i'll blow up either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been too good a friend either. i think i should bold that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. i wanna play soccer. pls ring ring me if there's soccer anywhere. preferably in the morning so i dont waste the whole day away. thanks you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3020159439999656151?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3020159439999656151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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what charmed lives we lead. do we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6903891936389388272?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6903891936389388272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6903891936389388272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6903891936389388272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6903891936389388272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-dont-realise-what-charmed-lives-we.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3464250946824103089</id><published>2009-10-12T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:35:18.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have this proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rather crazy one i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently looking for shareholders. i've yet to talk to some of the potential shareholders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no hurry this plan will take at least 10 years before it'll work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa. if. it actually works. it'd be really amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the plan is. when the whole bunch of us. meaning the bb guys and some other dudes we're close to. are old enough. got stable jobs and spare money to spend. we'll invest in an apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the apartment we'll have allllll the fun stuff. like nice teevee for soccer matches. pool table. jamming room. etc. everything a guy would want. it'll be the hang out place for the us. and a getaway place if we ever need one. i mean having a proper place to go beats hanging out at some other shady places right. hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our future gf/wives wont be too happy abt it. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. looking for at least 20 shareholders. 20's not alot. we just have to make sure we dont all go at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming out loud. literally. hahaahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll probably forget abt this when we grow up. and we probably wont have that kind of spare money to spend on an additional apartment. but hahahaha. this kinda discussion makes sch life fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine how messy its gonna be when one of us decides to pull out. or when we decide to sell the apartment? how are we gonna divide the teevee? sell it then split the money? or cut it into 20 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stating the obvious. but the point is it'll be a nightmare getting everything in place. and out of it. when we decide we no longer want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still. good to have dreams right. hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im spending too much time day dreaming. hence. all the rubbish abt me becoming a billionaire. and now this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYOHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3464250946824103089?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3464250946824103089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and i could write a song a hundred miles long.&lt;br /&gt;well that's where i belong&lt;br /&gt;and you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;the streets you're walking on &lt;br /&gt;a thousand houses long&lt;br /&gt;well thats where i belong&lt;br /&gt;and you belong with me~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know those taiwan variety shows? they have this distinctive trait. they always invite artistes to be judges for some talent shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw. i dont like to watch them. the only time i do is when they play it during dinner time. coz my parents are big fans of such shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the judges will each have a mic. a comfy seat. and a nice paycheck for attending the show. and all they have to do is squeal scream shout exclaim loudly into the mic when the performers perform. even if the act is not so fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becomes like a natural background noise. kinda makes background music redundant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they shld hire me. because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im cool. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have a wider variety of noise. like i can do the normal scream. squeal. shout. growl. meow. woof. and on top of that i can chirp! how many artistes out there can chirp like a bird? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what good is it to live with nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like uniforms. think i will miss wearing uniforms next time. but no i wont miss it so much that i'll become a security guard just to wear uniform everyday. no chance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read mence's blog. and he kinda inspired me. hahahahah. im gonna try to flipping eggs the next time i fry egg for my maggie mee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so many things i wanna do after As. lets hope i actually DO them. and not like after Os. waste my time away ay ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how long the crack can last. i've been on crack for quite some time now. lets see when it wears off. hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4287213608033934564?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/4287213608033934564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=4287213608033934564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4287213608033934564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4287213608033934564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-could-write-song-hundred-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1618972824282247309</id><published>2009-10-08T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:17:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you think i disclose too my info abt myself sometimes. then maybe you shld go to derrick's blog. and read his most recent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a post abt toilet paper. and in the post he tells you how many units of toilet paper he uses when he goes to the toilet. and how he keeps his ass sparkling clean after pooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more details. go to daniel sim's blog at www.disenchanted-.blogspot.com. look for a link that says alvin. click on it. you'll go to another blog. then look for another link that says derrick. and there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never remember his blog add. so thats how i get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yeap more juicy details there. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's ending soon. and honestly this is the first time i want it to end earlier. back in sec4 and p6 we're all so sad that sch was ending and we're all hoping the last day never comes. but now nobody even wants to go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really feel attached to ac. prolly coz im not really involved in any ac thing at alll.besides entree. WOOO ENTREE FTW. but still the past a year and half have been kinda fun. with retarded classmates that talk abt all sorts of nonsense ranging from COOL names like ACOOLSTICK. to girls. to cows. to everything thats under the sun. even stuff above the sun. if thats possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even stuff IN the sun. woot. we talk abt hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. i tell you. corniness has a direct relationship with age. you grow more corny as you age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im proud to say i've influence some ppl. and they're on their way to becoming like me. =D hahahahahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. im glad sch's ending. i really could use more sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HOLY TOAST. IM IN AN OVEN. NEED TO ESCAPE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh noesss. my gingerbread man died D=. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im building a secret tunnel that goes straight from my house to fusion's toilet. takes only abt 5mins if you use my secret tunnel. which is btw a secret. so shhh. dont. tell anyone. dont say it. PEOPLE WILL HEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'll tell you guys when its done. maybe i'll build one that leads to town or other places after As. i'll start planning soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i shld just go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i shld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1618972824282247309?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1618972824282247309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1618972824282247309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1618972824282247309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1618972824282247309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-think-i-disclose-too-my-info-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7232255072104700283</id><published>2009-10-06T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:55:08.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acoolstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS COOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has a funny way of jumbling up bits and parts of our life. such that sometimes things you want dont come when you want it most. but it pops up randomly in some other part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really like alternative splicing of DNA. it gets cup up nicely by spliceosomes. then joins back in a totally different order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only bio essay was like creative writing. think i'd score full marks for it. hahahhhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember. watch out for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACOOLSTICK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7232255072104700283?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7232255072104700283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7232255072104700283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7232255072104700283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7232255072104700283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/10/acoolstick.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-6288155859890057516</id><published>2009-10-03T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:28:32.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i've got a feeling if i sing this loud enough&lt;br /&gt;you will sing it back to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing eh. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahah. im still on crack. paramore's new album is quite nice. i can send you. if u ask me nicely.or if you sing it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the lines overlap~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get an intersection point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ba da ba ba da ba ba da&lt;br /&gt;ba da ba ba ba da ba ba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did everyone gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a dream anymore~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are feeling more and more realistic nowadays. i dreamt i was aslp. like wow. and dreaming. WOW. then i could smell something burning. so i woke up to check. and i found my kitchen burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up in real life. i jumped out of bed. picked up the phone and was abt to call my mum to tell her that our house was burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised wth its a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it remain a dream pls. i still want my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6288155859890057516?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6288155859890057516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6288155859890057516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geepee burned a hole in my brain. first time in my life i took a nap for 5-10mins during a test coz i was too tired to think. very nicee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the hole in my brain is making me thinking abt stupid stuff. so i'll sleep and let my brain repair itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE AH. maybe. you never know oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can just hope ope ope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the pope ope ope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k really need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5814911882295278038?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5814911882295278038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5814911882295278038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5814911882295278038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5814911882295278038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/10/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4327570460649628176</id><published>2009-09-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:26:16.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark&lt;br /&gt;Love of mine some day you will die&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be close behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white&lt;br /&gt;Just our hands clasped so tight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the hint of a spark&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule&lt;br /&gt;I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black&lt;br /&gt;And I held my tongue as she told me&lt;br /&gt;"Son fear is the heart of love"&lt;br /&gt;So I never went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt;From Bangkok to Calgary&lt;br /&gt;And the soles of your shoes are all worn down&lt;br /&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt;The blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down for teh vid of teh song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want teh bing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4327570460649628176?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7574524887811154103</id><published>2009-09-28T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:24:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a dream thats all too far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like me dreaming that i'll be a billionaire when i grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever do become a billionaire. i'll donate money to charity. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then buy over arsenal. and invest in necromancy or genetic engineering. to resurrect or clone another wenger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went arnd asking people what they wanted if i became a billionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat wanted a taylor guitar. derrick some aeroplane runway or something along those lines. and there were alot of other answers. but only sy said he wanted my friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh corny sia. hahahhah. but he's the only one that said something like that. tsk you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say aim for the stars right? so if u fall at least u fall among the clouds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope the clouds is becoming a millionaire for me. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya enough abt money. its such retarded thoughts that helps time pass when lessons get really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 40days away. i think you stopped caring. i hope you dont self destruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some day. maybe we'll meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope we all become rich in the future. not just financially. but in spirit and character too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA PIZZAA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7574524887811154103?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-254622114674834653</id><published>2009-09-27T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:21:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooh wooo who is your lover?&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt tell&lt;br /&gt;when hell freezes over&lt;br /&gt;that whens i'll tell~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll take awfully long. it'll prolly nvr happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its damn irritating when u got a song stuck in ur head. even worse if its just ONE line. then it keeps replaying itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having very fun dreams recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday i dreamt that i was fighting a rattle snake. the first time i got owned. i tried to run away from the snake but the snake was faster than me. so i decided to step on its head. but it owned me instead. bit my calf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dream repeated itself. but this time i owned the snake. i attacked from behind and smashed its head against the wall till it died. muhahahha. and i saved a damsel in distress whos face i cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet its a sign. the snake's A levels. so i must start revising from the back. then i'll own A levels. and some how save a damsel in distress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa good deal ah. own A levels and save a girl in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the girl is me. maybe im just saving my ass from getting pwned. thats why i cant remember the face. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and. if you ever go to the toilets at commonwealth or queenstown. or anyway near the region. make sure u dont use the urinals. only applies to guys btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless girls use urinals also la. then. erm. well. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. everytime i go. i'll see some uncles at the urinals. and they'll be there for FOREVER. i go in. they're there. pee finish. wash hand. wash face. get tissue dry face. touch hair. wash hand again. dry hand. THEY"RE STILL THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they always peek at ppl next to them. dont think i need to elaborate what they're peeking at. definetly not at ur fancy iphone. or your bling bling belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember. use the cubicles. or just pee behind some bushes. at least in the bushes nobody would be peeking at u intentionally. hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-254622114674834653?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/254622114674834653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=254622114674834653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/254622114674834653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/254622114674834653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooooh-wooo-who-is-your-lover-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4427763891741238551</id><published>2009-09-24T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:39:01.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhh sweet lungs dont fail me nao~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. sweet eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46/47/48 days more. not a lot. but i believe i can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u dont believe u can. most likely u wont make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i lived at heritage/dover park view. i can just walk down to the clubhouse to study. i dont have to walk soooooooooooooooooo long to fusion. dont have to spend money either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its best this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like every inch of me is bruised~~&lt;br /&gt;bruised~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could use more sleep. rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4427763891741238551?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/4427763891741238551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>dont believe them when they say veggies give you good bowel movements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee does the job 4 times better. maybe its just my weak stomach. but freak man. coffee is like 2 tonnes of fibre for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k stuff u didnt have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving the door open. just to see if you'll care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking is a form of relaxation. like i walk home everyday after studying at fusion. and i feel like refreshed. but if i take a bus/mrt home. i'll reach home and feel like a blob of jelly. wobbly wobbly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fusion's getting crowded. my spot is constantly taken up. so shoo people. fusion is a bad place to study. sucks like shit. ppl there suck. drinks there suck. seats there suck. so go awayyy. u dont even have a straight bus there. dont go tehre anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's harder to face ourselves at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-2623624199679322150</id><published>2009-09-18T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:05:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got quite abit to do. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of posting my results. it'll serve as a morale booster to everyone else. but i'd really rather not do it. and the scary thing is im not all that affected by it. maybe coz i know i didnt study half as hard as i could have for prelims. but still. i used up my last life. no more life. if i die then gg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the machine wont have the CONTINUE? thing with the countdown timer anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll jsut be GAME OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im not gonna let it be GAME OVER. screw u GAME OVER. im going for YOU WIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for bio paper 2. they give u 2 essay questions to choose. so for my paper it was ques 8 and 9. u're supposed to choose either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did 8a. was pretty confident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went on to do 9b and 9c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahha. the marker wrote on my paper " no combining of questions" hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey i was quite confident of 9b and 9c. hahaha but the marker didnt mark. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always thought north korea was quite screwed up. i only realised how screwed up it really is after watching this documentary during geepee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl in north korea got no cell phones. no trains. no internet. very few cars. no measurable amt of freedom. and they've got the world's 4th biggest army. they're totally in their own world. people worship the dictator kim jong ill guy like he's some god. everything that happes to them. they give him credit. they bow to his picture. they cant even lie down when they;re infront of his statue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant effectively sum up everything the documentary showed. but some parts showed me how adults can be really childish at times. even politicians. presidents or whatver big shots. south korea wants to return bodies of dead norht korea soldiers they found. they have to use a megaphone to shout the message across because north korea refuses to pick up the phone. and when they shout the message across the north korea soldiers simply ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth man. its amazing how they totally brainwashed everyone in north korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. politics on wen jie's blog. first time. not bad not bad.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4777369320681322396</id><published>2009-09-17T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:37:23.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>received my cca/cip thingy yesterday. on it says entree council. the cca that gave me 80 hrs of cip and ensured that i dont have to do any additional cip activities for 2 yrs of my jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a good deal eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welllllllllllllllll. its through times like this you learn. compromise and it'll come back to haunt you somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey. &lt;br /&gt;dont look back in anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems so dull recently. D: gloomy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i shld buy a brown cow. like a soft toy. since everyone says how now brown cow. if i have a brown cow. i can actually ask the brown cow. instead of directing the question to no one. which happens most of the time. since i believe none of us have brown cows as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you have. then good for you. free milk and butter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what econs do to people? econs is dryer than eating cereal with no milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half my post is related to cows. brown cow milk and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cow fetish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4777369320681322396?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4146423628140479939</id><published>2009-09-14T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:53:39.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYsKoUkat1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYsKoUkat1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a fan of michael jackson. but this vid is wth man. imba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4CR3GoB3YY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4CR3GoB3YY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this lil dude here is another imba sick shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4146423628140479939?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/4146423628140479939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=4146423628140479939' title='0 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just take a step back forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 WEEKS TO A LEVELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. nobody likes to see countdown timers. but this is just to wake any doods that are still in their lala land. i just got out of mine a couple of days too. and you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think fusionopolis will become my 2nd home in the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats up with you. i dont think i ever will. but does it have to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like to see you have your wayyy~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like cooking. like recently i just have this urge to cook. but when i open my on the brink of exploding fridge. i dont know what to use to cook what. think i'll start experimenting every weekend. so guinea pigs are welcomed. even for ppl like derrick. i'll mail it over. and if by any chance it doesnt go moudly before it reaches you. do comment on my cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhha. i bet i'll be too lazy. and sleep in instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schuu schuu schuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's bushy&lt;br /&gt;i like sushi&lt;br /&gt;teacher's so pushy&lt;br /&gt;and you look like a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. poet in the making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-9136671393997640691?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/9136671393997640691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=9136671393997640691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/9136671393997640691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you the cashier girl. is either drunk. on drugs. retarded or possessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just stood there and kept smiling non stop. so i thought hey cheerful girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : can i have a zinger meal &lt;br /&gt;retard girl : ssuuureee~~ 1 zinger meal ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said it in a funny tune. almost as if she was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like okkk. REALLY cheerful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: can i replace the coleslaw with cheesefries?&lt;br /&gt;retard girl : ssureee~~ &lt;br /&gt;retard girl : *shouts to ppl in the kitchen* ONE CHEESE FRIES. WOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. wth. then she started humming to herself and giggling abt i dont know what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started out amusing then it got creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her colleauge was like " EH you gila(crazy ) ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just continue giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was then i started loooking around for hidden cameras. just in case this was supposed to be a tv show like candid camera or singapore version of just for laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so throughout my whole time in kfc i was waiting for some guy to tap me on the shoulder and point me to the hidden camera. but it never came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freak. im not on a tv show and the girl is really retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got myself injured again!! wooo. u heard it so many times its starting to sound cliche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen jie got injured. bahh thats so cliche. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the exact same scenario and exact same injury. just different place and different people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think mence is right i better quit sports. if not at this rate i'd be crippled before im 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HECCKK. soccer ftw. wooooo. i wanna improve. wanna improve = need to play more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haahaha maybe u guys can buy me a wheelchair for my 30th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-417423382344757225?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/417423382344757225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=417423382344757225' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/417423382344757225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/417423382344757225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-tagboard-died.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7504783750264660601</id><published>2009-09-10T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:48:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi guys. just in case u havent noticed. i actually have a tagboard! haha loook to the right ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of sammi. thanks you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7504783750264660601?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7504783750264660601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7504783750264660601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7504783750264660601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7504783750264660601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1155065838725845587</id><published>2009-09-10T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:03:05.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbYuxDavky0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbYuxDavky0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbYuxDavky0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbYuxDavky0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lead singer has gay expressions when he sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbYuxDavky0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbYuxDavky0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada. proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took full advantage of&lt;br /&gt;being taken full advantage of~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1155065838725845587?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1155065838725845587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1155065838725845587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1155065838725845587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1155065838725845587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/lead-singer-has-gay-expressions-when-he.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-581395048377747879</id><published>2009-09-10T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:08:43.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='777'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my  777th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at some point of your life you're bound to have loads of questions on your mind. not simple brainless question like which came first. egg or chicken. but stuff like what do i want in my life. what do i really want. how i want my life to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it signifies growth. or maybe enlightment. like a sudden realisation that hey i cant take life one day at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was supposed to be some happy occassion. like yay sending robin off to army. happy for us. boo for him. coz well its army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these questions started popping into my head like pop corn. yummy. im still a lil hungry btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i want? what do i need? and which is the one i shld get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds a lil general isnt it. if i dont give a context. but really i cant really give one becoz there's so many aspects to consider. maybe coz i havent been thinking abt my life enough. or started early enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's absolute. there's no white or black. there's only grey. everything's relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know's not gonna be an answer i can use for much longer. at some point im gonna have to say i know what i want. and i know how i'll get to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but till then. i've got much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-581395048377747879?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/581395048377747879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=581395048377747879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/581395048377747879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/581395048377747879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-777th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-1279580770406232690</id><published>2009-09-09T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:27:34.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Result:  You're too Hung-up on someone who isn't giving you the time of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking and that person you always have to contact first before they call you could really care less about you. The time is now to drop them. Give that person up because it's wearing you down and making you dull. There are a thousand other fish in the sea, sound familiar, and all you have to do is put up a sign that you are open for business. Sometimes we as humans can become infatuated with someone when we think that person is our only option. Here is the Wake Up Call: You need to get out more. Pull yourself out from under that rock you've been hiding under and get to work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faceboook ftw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-1279580770406232690?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/1279580770406232690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=1279580770406232690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1279580770406232690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/1279580770406232690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-result-youre-too-hung-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3118154627833375441</id><published>2009-09-08T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:11:53.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Chua Wen Jie, below are your PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY test result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the crowd... a party animal! Too many “friends”, you can’t easily tell which among them is real and not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide your emotions... Sometimes pretending to be always happy. Sometimes, not giving even a hint of what you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search for love... you’re a hopeless romantic and every time you enter a relationship, you give your all and believe “this is the One.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many ideas in mind... You’re creative and aggressive! If you want something, you’ll do anything to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re an ideal boyfriend/girlfriend... You don’t care if your partner doesn’t really love you as long as you love him/her. You give your all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re undoubtedly good-natured! Most of the time, people are confident to approach you because they know you will consider them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love actions... with the hero-like taste! You focus on your strengths and use them to protect persons/things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah from facebook. wooo im a party animal. hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook rocks. boredom killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people without facebook should really go get an acc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bomchikachikawawa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3118154627833375441?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3118154627833375441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3118154627833375441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3118154627833375441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3118154627833375441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-chua-wen-jie-below-are-your.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5976900275226046872</id><published>2009-09-07T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:01:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i nvr used to get sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i got sunburned was during OBS. when i decided to roll up my sleeves during kayaking so i can even out the tan on my arms. hahaah. bad choice. got cooked under the sun. and my arms got so badly sunburned that i had to leave my sleeves up coz it was friggginnn painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4hours of soccer didnt used to make me peeeeell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im peeling after every soccer sesssionn. NOOOOOOoOOOOOoOoO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peel = tan gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan gone = time under sun wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back my tan. its just like how it was in sec sch. hahah. who cares if i look indian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI PADI KAMU KUSU VIDUVAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like A levels are already over. im totally in holiday mooood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backk to stardeeing twomorerowowow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5976900275226046872?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5976900275226046872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5976900275226046872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5976900275226046872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5976900275226046872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-nvr-used-to-get-sunburns.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5167756508941963646</id><published>2009-09-04T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:26:18.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look but not see. hear but not listen. touch but not feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently many ppl read my blog. including those i nvr thought would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AhHHhHhHhH stayover at seryang's place was funbun. im pretty sure i was invited coz the place was a lil dark and they needed a light bulb to light up the place. hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not hurry curry fluffy puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you. eating sotong prepared by shumei and co. is 2 times better than going to the gym or playing soccer. its so freaking spicy that u'll perspire like a cow. even more than you would if you spent 2 hrs in the gym. friggin good workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was capital M E~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5167756508941963646?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5167756508941963646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5167756508941963646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5167756508941963646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5167756508941963646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-but-not-see.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-4924426109495030602</id><published>2009-09-02T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:15:21.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its like playing passing with the wall. the pass you get back is either equally hard or a lil softer than the pass you give it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u dont pass straight it'll pass it back to you at a weird angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to play passing with the wall anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anyone catch my analogy? hahahha im telling you nobody will get it. but who cares i love making up analogies. even if no one gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is quite profound. bet if i explain ppl will go ORHHH WAA DEEP SEEHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;larst papurr twomorerow. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;succer on thurs. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeeeling nooose. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and barbekill on thurs too. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll install a sun in my house next time. so i can even out my tan. maybe one in my shower also. cool ah. if i have a bathtub it'll be like suntanning at the beach. except without the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel's right. i look like im always wearing socks. coz my feet are so pale. need transparent shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-4924426109495030602?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/4924426109495030602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=4924426109495030602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4924426109495030602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/4924426109495030602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-like-playing-passing-with-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-6075304754774846551</id><published>2009-08-31T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:32:06.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really quite stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine if i was you. i'd probably be thinking wth this guy's a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rightly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing your eyes to your problems dont make them disappear. closing ur eyes to the world dont make it spin the way you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you see it. it amounts to nothing if you dont act. and at times. seeing. is a whole lot worse than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like seeing a plane hurtling towards the ground but not being able to do anything. nice feeling isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really think im insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-6075304754774846551?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/6075304754774846551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=6075304754774846551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6075304754774846551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/6075304754774846551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-really-quite-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-8450643591955852586</id><published>2009-08-29T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:31:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;''New managers come in and vanish after a couple of years so there's no longevity. Now it is just the two of us, so we will probably ride out in the sunset together.''&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir alex said that on an interview. referring to him and wenger. i knew it. always knew there was something fishy going on between them. now they're gonna have a hot date and watch the sun set. tsk tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-8450643591955852586?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/8450643591955852586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=8450643591955852586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8450643591955852586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/8450643591955852586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-managers-come-in-and-vanish-after.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-3812907864698365878</id><published>2009-08-29T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:54:06.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in need of back trasplant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone at the height of around 170cm. both males and females are fine. preferably males though. must have healthy back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a 70yo grandfather la. back dammnn sttiiffffffffffffffffffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;premature ageing. paradox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-3812907864698365878?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/3812907864698365878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=3812907864698365878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3812907864698365878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/3812907864698365878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-need-of-back-trasplant.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-7360390649363771111</id><published>2009-08-27T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:17:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched some show abt mediacorp artistes going down to imporvished areas to help etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think maybe we've been seeing too much of this on tv. so much that we are no longer surprised. this things no longer have an effect on us. i forgot what the word my geepee teacher used in class. prolly coz i was half aslp. but thats not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like u switch on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its just another show abt poor people. nothing much la. they're everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in similar fashion maybe we've been seeing too much of little sins. little things we arent supposed to do. you know you see everyday. it becomes so common it doesnt feel wrong anymore since its well everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure we're all guilty of small stuff like this. arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alll the written papers are over! left with bio p1. and thats on next wed. really why they need to cram 6papers in the first 3 days and give us like5 days till the last paper? why? wth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysteries of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-7360390649363771111?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/7360390649363771111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=7360390649363771111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7360390649363771111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/7360390649363771111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/08/watched-some-show-abt-mediacorp.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5462827961443587423</id><published>2009-08-26T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:41:24.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in holiday mood. woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see the day turning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5462827961443587423?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5462827961443587423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5462827961443587423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5462827961443587423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5462827961443587423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-holiday-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36352439.post-5680466656306742658</id><published>2009-08-26T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:04:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said you dont know. but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like you found it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope only brings you so far before u have to finish walking the rest of it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like a pregnant woman again. wth. since i woke up i've been feeling nauseous. maybe i shld go check if im really pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36352439-5680466656306742658?l=weeee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/feeds/5680466656306742658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36352439&amp;postID=5680466656306742658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5680466656306742658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36352439/posts/default/5680466656306742658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeee-.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-said-you-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>wj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612347103288474811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
