<?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-11069746</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:08:24.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblings of a Weirdo/Freak!!! Hahahahahaha</title><subtitle type='html'>Just basically some ramblings about my stupid ass life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069746.post-5763323190647050734</id><published>2008-09-09T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:27:05.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to all MRT commuters</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The railings in the trains are for people to hold on to, not for you idiots to lean on. If you idiots were to lean on the rails, what am I going to hold on to when I lose my balance? Hold on to you motherfucking idiots?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you see that the train is already packed, do not force yourself in cos those who are already packed in the train have no more place to squeeze into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the train stops at a station, those of you who are standing in front of the door, please get out for a while and let those who are alighting to get out. Don't just fucking stand there like a big boulder! What do you expect us to? Move around you and then miss our stop cos we have to manoeuvre our way out?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are standing in the train and it's really packed, please don't move your head back and forth, unless you want to get a headbutt from the people standing behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do not read your newspaper when it's bloody full. The amount of space that you take for your newspaper is enough for a person to squeeze into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep left on the escalator. Can't you guys bloody read?! Even those who can't read knows that you have to keep to the left cos it's in bloody pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please move to the middle of the carriage/train and don't expect others to move in just so you can stand there like a prince/princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If your ears are plugged, please be very observant when the train hails to a stop at each station. It's pointless to say, "Excuse me", if you can't hear a shit. If you want to get a shoulder barge, continue blocking the way, lost in your own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While waiting for the train's door to open, don't suddenly squeeze your way infront of the people who's getting into the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While waiting to get into the train, please clear a passage for those who are alighting if you don't want to get shoulder barged by those who are alighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are lucky enough to get a sit on the train, please give up your seat when you see an old fogey or a pregnant lady standing in front of you or within your eyesight. Don't pretend to sleep or they're invisible. I really can't stand it when I see really old person having to stand in a packed train and got squeezed while some younger, fit idiots are sitting down, looking at others or catching some "eye shut" time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those of you with big arses (or those who thinks that they have big arses), please stop shoving your arse around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; More observations will be posted later. Adios, suckas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-5763323190647050734?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/5763323190647050734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=5763323190647050734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/5763323190647050734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/5763323190647050734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2008/09/note-to-all-mrt-commuters.html' title='Note to all MRT commuters'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-2184939231548561192</id><published>2008-05-23T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:36:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, I just fucking realise something... I can write poems! Was going through some of my older posts, and I can't believe some of the shit that I wrote. Hmm, maybe, now since I have lots of time, I can start writing poems again, but wait, it has to wait. I want to complete my games first and finished all the DVDS that I recently acquired, especially my Criminal Minds and CSI Miami series, and oh, not forgetting Shark and Gossip Girl... At least, there's some stuffs to take my mind off the situation right now.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, damn! Have to wait until September for the new seasons of GG, CM and CSI Miami. And fuck the fact that Shark won't be coming back. Fuck CBS! Shark's a fucking great show, and they cancelled it?! Fuck them! They had better not cancel CM and CSI Miami! Oh well, off I go to watch the last episode of Season 3 of CM, then back to playing on the PS2, trying to get my mind of, of the fact that my mum's in a coma. It's my way of releasing some steam. My dad's way is smoking more ciggies, my sis would be watching some Korean videos on the net, and my bro's would be surfing the net or playing on his PSP. I really wish that she'll wake up soon.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-2184939231548561192?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/2184939231548561192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=2184939231548561192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/2184939231548561192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/2184939231548561192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-i-just-fucking-realise-something.html' title=''/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-5233100374922788338</id><published>2008-05-23T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:25:18.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum's in coma...</title><content type='html'>My mum's in the hospital right now after my dad called the ambulance on Wednesday morning. To be honest, I had actually wanted to send her on Monday afternoon, after finding her on the floor, beside her bed, not knowing where she was and not answering when me and my dad asked her why she was on the floor. Luckily on that day, it was a public holiday cos I won't be able to lift her up on my own... My sis had to work overtime, and my bro was working part-time. It's like my mum's mind was somewhere else. She keep staring into spaces, and when my dad asked her why she was on the floor, she would answer, "huh?" and not looking at my dad. Then, she was back to her normal self after a couple of hours, after my aunt came and see her. She was ok until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the games that my aunt had just bought for me, and no, I hadn't sleep yet at that time, when my bro came into my room and called me. Luckily, my dad has to work the afternoon shift, cos me and my bro won't know what to do if was only the 2 of us, so my dad took an emergency leave on that day. My mum was staring into blank spaces and rambling some nonsense. It went for a while until she fall asleep, I think. Then, when she woke up, she start staring into spaces again. It went on until around 4 or 5 in the afternoon after my dad asked me to bath her using the water that my aunt had said some prayers over. She managed to eat and took her medicines, and she went  to sleep around 10. Then, around 6 in the morning, my dad came into my room and told me that he tried waking her up, but she won't wake up, and she had soiled herself. So, I woke my sis up and told my dad that we had to send her to the hospital. So, me and my sis cleaned her up, and still, my mum didn't wake up. After that, my sis called the ambulance, and when they came, they checked my mum's blood sugar and found it to be normal, cos they thought that she had fainted because of low blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my sis followed the ambulance while my dad had to go to the hospital on his motorbike cos there ain't enough space for him. They admitted her to a normal ward and then, they changed her to the ICU ward after the tests results came back. They told my dad and my sis that she has a minor stroke and a slight brain damage. And the nurse of the ambulance who normally send my mum to her appointments (cos my mum still haven't got her prosthetic leg yet and I'm not strong enough to carry her down the stairs on my own), wanted to scream at me (thank God, I wasn't there cos I might smash her face. I nearly did the other time, but I managed to calm myself) cos she thought that my mum wasn't taking her meds and not eating her food. The fucking thing was she took all her medicines on time, and she did eat, not much (I did asked her to eat more, but she said that she couldn't eat much), but she still eat. She thought that I wasn't taking care of my mum. Oh well, what does she knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, she's still in coma and the docs are still doing some tests on her. My sis told me that they had put more tubes in, yesterday. Hopefully, by my birthday next week, she's waken up. What I had wanted for my birthday this year was for to be able to walk, not this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-5233100374922788338?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/5233100374922788338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=5233100374922788338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/5233100374922788338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/5233100374922788338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mums-in-coma.html' title='My mum&apos;s in coma...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-7197058988158561547</id><published>2008-04-07T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:51:03.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graboid</title><content type='html'>To those of you who haven't heard of Graboid Video, you guys should check it out. It has great and latest movies and TV shows. It's free for everyone. And it also have some rare movies and TV shows which you can't find here. Here's the link to it for you to register and find out more from - &lt;a href="http://www.graboid.com/"&gt;http://www.graboid.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-7197058988158561547?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/7197058988158561547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=7197058988158561547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/7197058988158561547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/7197058988158561547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2008/04/graboid.html' title='Graboid'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-414238673698820846</id><published>2007-11-29T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:57:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was fucking right!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I was right! Things do happen for a reason... Yesterday, when I was going home, after visiting my mum, I met my best friend, whom I've lost touch with for some time. I was supposed to go home at around 7 plus since my dad has already arrived, but I got out of the hospital at around 8, just after the rain had stopped. It's not that I couldn't go home much earlier, had my mum's foldable umbrella in my bag, but I kinda find it a chore to carry an umbrella, out in the rain. I would rather just walk in the rain and get wet (like the other time - didn't know it was going to rain that heavily), than to use an umbrella. So, took the bus home, even though I could take the train - I just don't like the train cos...............(for me to know for you to find out), even though I could carry out my hobby, which was people-watching. You know, one of my former lecturers was right. You sure can learn a lot just by observing other people, and the great place to do that is in the train. And I would rather take the bus cos I like looking out of the window and see the bloody scenery (might soon change since the government are cutting down all these forest, trees so as to accommodate its growing population - it's getting too crowded here!). But my fave mode of transportation is the motorbike. Wanted to take a motorbike licence, but both my parents was against that idea. They would rather see me go for a driving lessons and apply for a car licence. A car is good but I would rather ride a bike down the expressway cos I can zig zag in and out from this lane to that lane, to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I reached the bus interchange and was walking home when I saw someone putting his arm out in front of me. I looked up and there's my best friend. So, we talked for some time and exchanged numbers. I told him that I was gonna ask his cousin about him, but then decided not to cos I wasn't sure if he knows where he was. So, yeah it kinda make my day cos I've finally managed to find my best friend just because it was raining and I was bloody lazy to use the fucking umbrella. Haha, now I have all my best mates' contact numbers! See, shit do happens for a reason. If my mum wasn't hospitalised, and I didn't have to go and visit her, I wouldn't have met my mate. See, there's always the positive from the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-414238673698820846?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/414238673698820846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=414238673698820846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/414238673698820846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/414238673698820846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-fucking-right.html' title='I was fucking right!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-7279973487033987455</id><published>2007-11-27T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:04:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens for a reason...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, shit does happens for a reason. I've finally figured out why I keep getting rejected for all the job interviews that I went for. Yup, I'm still jobless. So, why? Maybe, it was 'written in the stars' that I'm gonna have to look after my mum. That almost half of my mum's left leg's gonna get amputated. That my brother and sister are gonna be fucking useless... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, when I get that 'reject' letter, I'll be kinda down cos the jobs that I've applied for are those jobs that I really want and interested in. I don't give a fuck about the pay, to me, it's the interest that counts. It's a bonus if the pay's quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! One of the job interviews that I went for, I did blow it off on purpose cos it's a shitty job, shitty environment (a call centre in Ubi)... So, went in for the job interview, 3 at a time, not 1 (WTF!), and the 2 interviewers asked us 2 questions - Why do you want to work at a call centre and what's your previous job experience? I gave quite a reasonable answer which was "Cos I love challenges" and they asked, "Why do you think working at a call centre can be challenging?" My answer, "Cos you have to think on your feet and give a straightforward answer when a customer called. And you have to be patient enough to deal with difficult customer." How did I blew it? Well, in the job appln form, I put down my expected salary as $1500, when I've already know that the pay's lower than that. Why did I apply for the job? Didn't want to but some job agent from this company, that I signed up to, called me and persuade me to go for the interview. That's why. Haha, me in a call centre environment? Won't be doing my job, but will be sleeping on the job cos it's a motherfucking boring job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other jobs that I've applied for are government jobs and shift work, all except 1 are uniformed jobs. I would much rather apply for a shift work than a 9-5 job/office job cos to me, the latter would be such a chore and kinda like Groundhog Day, if you get what I mean. When you got to work everyday, you'll take the same train, see the same faces on the same train/bus, get in the same crowd, etc... If you were to work shifts, you get to see the same faces on the train for two day, another set of same faces for the other 2 days and your family and friends for the other, other 2 days. And when you go back home, on certain days, you don't get caught in the rush hour. I know some peole might think that it's a dumb reason for applying for a shift work, but that is 1 reason why I want to apply for a shift job. The other reason was on my off days, I can go back to the place that I was attached at during poly and visit all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 reason why I would apply for a uniformed job is because I don't have to spend hundreds of dollars to buy a totally new set of wardrobe cos I have to wear a uniform to work! I can spend the money on DVDs, CDs, helping my parents to pay the bills and a whole lot of other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind. Gonna apply to work at Certis Cisco like my dad. Besides, at the last job interview that I went for, 3 different interviewers asked my why didn't I just work with my dad, he can recommend me, blah blah blah... It was with Aetos, they offered almost the same services as Certis. I was applying for Airport Security Screening Officer (SSO), when my credential enabled me to apply for Auxillary Police Officer (APO). I applied for the SSO position cos I'll be working at the airport, I don't why but I love the airport's environment, even though the pay's much lower than the APO's, only about 2oo bucks lower. The 1st interviewer, an APO, tried to convince me to apply for the APO position cos my credentials are kinda too high for the SSO but fucking suitable for the APO, and I told her straight up that I wanted the SSO job. And she asked me why and I gave a bloody answer that I could cough up that moment which was I don't like handling guns. C'mon, then why the bloody hell did I apply for another job which requires me to handle guns? Haha, my heart was set on that job, that I cough up lots of other reason on why I didn't why to apply for that job. She gave up, another guy came in to "interview" me when in fact, he was trying to convince me to apply for the APO position. He was gonna lose his cool so he gave up, another guy came in. And he ask me why didn't I ask my dad to recommend me to Cisco. My answer? Cos I wanted to work as an SSO. And he too, tried to convince me to apply for APO, and I answered back, "Like you said, "If I wanted to apply for the APO position, why didn't I just asked my dad to recommend me for the job?" and besides my dad told me that if I wanted to apply for that position, he can recommend me." And that was enough to shut him up and end the interview. Told my aunt about it and she said that I was dumb not to follow what they said. I do believe in what I told them and I stand by my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I applying for the APO position with Cisco? I was actually interested to join Cisco since I was in secondary school but at that time, my dad and mum told me that my dad don't want any of his kids to work there, but now, he has a change of heart... Can't apply for it right now though cos I have to wait for my mum to finished her rehabilitation at AMK hospital, and after she's discharged, I have to wait till she's strong enough. Might be after Chinese New Year, that's what my dad said. My mum's been in hospital since September, since 19th Sep. Was discharged from TTSH on 2nd October, they only cut off half of her left foot, but was re-admitted bout 3 days later due to an infection to the foot. That's when they have to amputated that much, two days before Hari Raya. So, yeah, my family didn't celebrate Hari Raya this year. She might be discharged at the end of next month... Hmm, hospitalised for almost 4 months. That's a record I think, for any of my family members. I don't think my late grandma was hospitalised for that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's 1 positive thing that comes out of this - I've learnt how to cook!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-7279973487033987455?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/7279973487033987455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=7279973487033987455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/7279973487033987455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/7279973487033987455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2007/11/shit-happens-for-reason.html' title='Shit happens for a reason...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-807326914870446216</id><published>2007-07-17T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:29:51.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know... I've not been updating my blog regularly even though I have all this thoughts in my head. And I want to share the thoughts here, but I was afraid of getting arrested, my house getting raided or getting send to the shrink. Cos the thoughts that goes on in my head are rather dark. I don't know why I've been thinking the way that I've been thinking, but some of the thoughts that goes on in my head are quite funny and nice. Hmmm... Maybe, I should visit a shrink lest I lose my self-control and carry out all things that I've been thinking. It happened before in my primary school where I stabbed my classmate in his arm, with a, get this, a just sharpened pencil. Punishment? To stand outside the class for a whole period. I've gotten into lots of trouble in my primary and secondary schools for carrying out the shit that I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten into trouble for taking revenge on my juniors by locking them in this shipping container that has been turned into a place where the kids could hang out. That's what it was called, The Hangout. Stupid name... And I was the person-in-charge of that place, and it was kinda alright but making the schedule for the prefects to take care of that place was a bitch. Why? Cos some of them wouldn't report for duty and I have to do their duty. That was my greatest achievement, I think, when playing pranks on others. Why? Cos it was the most funniest one ever. The door to that place was lock from the inside and the padlock to lock the gate was hidden by one of the victims. So, how did me and my mates locked them? We used a strip of black electrical tape, and wind it into the hole where the padlock should go. Should be easy for them to break out, right? Wrong! They couldn't and they were banging on the door and what did we do? We were standing at the window laughing at them and when they start cursing at us, of course, we cursed at them back. We only removed the tape after we had our fun and luckily too. Cos my Design and Tech teacher came over, opened the door to the Hangout and asked them, what the fuck was going on... Of course she didn't see us. We were sitting at a nearby staircase, blocked by a wall. We quickly ran off lest she saw us. Of course, the next day, the teacher in charge pull all of those involve, in and we had a bit of an "Oprah" moment. And I had to put up a face and apologise to them. Fucking shit! What I did next? Didn't talk, didn't wanna see their face for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... That's the outcome of me carrying out all the shit that goes on in my head. But don't worry, I've been controlling myself, not to carry out all the shit that goes on in my head. If I had done so, I won't be here typing this shit. I might be in the hospital or six feet under the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's a bitch, then you die..." - a line from one of my fave movies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-807326914870446216?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/807326914870446216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=807326914870446216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/807326914870446216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/807326914870446216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-6680034914567965406</id><published>2007-07-17T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:04:50.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster's fucked up!</title><content type='html'>All of you who visit my Friendster account from today onwards, will realise that I've deleted all my pics... Why? Personal reasons; for me to know, for you to find out... And Friendster's really fucked up cos....it's jsut fucked up... No need for me to explain why I said that. My bro said so too. He told me recently that he doesn't have a Friendster account cos it's just fucked up... I would much prefer to log into my Myspace account rather than Friendster cos it's better and the people there are more mature and open-minded. And it's also used worldwide... Friendster? Basically, most Singaporeans immature kids uses it. Well, some of you might ask - Why the fuck did I have a Friendster account? Simple reason for that... So, that I could find my primary and secondary schools' friends and keep in touch with them. But, what was I thinking? I don't think I know any of these people anymore. Some of them have totally changed that I don't know who I was talking to. And then, there'll be those who don't fucking reply when I send them a message! These people, I'm gonna start deleting them. Maybe, I should just fucking delete my Friendster account. Hmmm... Not a bad idea! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm been using the Internet service at my community centre and I would see some of them logging into their Friendster account and for the 'minahs', they look for 'mats' and vice versa. And then, maybe, they'll send messages to whomever they find attractive and flirt with them. That's what I think that they're doing... Oh wait! That's what they are doing, I've seen them. And no, thankfully, I didn't get any messages from this arseholes. Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-6680034914567965406?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/6680034914567965406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=6680034914567965406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/6680034914567965406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/6680034914567965406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2007/07/friendsters-fucked-up.html' title='Friendster&apos;s fucked up!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-5012613814041076943</id><published>2007-02-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:13:24.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha... I know it's been so long since I last update my blog and also some time, since I even visit my own blog to read the tag box... What's this shit about idiots in school? I don't know a shit, man! Yeah, I'm totally clueless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough bout that! So, why have I not updated my blog for so long? Cos I'm a lazy bugger and cos my aunt's comp was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, now, I would update my blog if I feel like it, and wouldn't do so if I don't feel like it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-5012613814041076943?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/5012613814041076943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=5012613814041076943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/5012613814041076943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/5012613814041076943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-115087692495004255</id><published>2006-06-21T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:02:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I've learnt so far in my 20 years....</title><content type='html'>Here are some things that I've learnt so far in my 20 years of existence in this world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you want to cheat in your exams, do it on the last day of your last year. (No, there isn't any typo error here... That's what some idiots did - I'm not going to list any names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are your own worst critic. If you don't like yourself, nobody would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life is short. Enjoy it while you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;People tend to judge a person's personality based on their looks. (Dumb move)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your parents can lie to you - and some of those lies are not white lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Learn to appreciate what you have now cos when it's taken away from you, you may never get it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Being called weird is better than being a poser cos posers or 'clones' don't have their own freaking life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Making a fool of yourself is okay if you manage to make someone's day by cracking them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What you do to your life is up to you. Nobody can control your life cos it's your own bloody life! They have their own life and you are not one of their dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;People are born equal, but some are born stupid. And they'll always stay that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't fret when people are calling you names or creating rumours bout you. They're just bloody freaking jealous of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do not be afraid to speak your mind cos you might be called a hypocrite if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life is unpredictable. Shit can happens in an instance, anytime, anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Talking to yourself is better than talking to idiots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody's perfect! Everyone will prone to make mistakes in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What may seems funny to you, may not be funny to others, and vice versa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stressing yourself is the fastest way to get a heart attack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This list is purely based on my observation and my opinions. If you don't fucking agree with it or not happy with it, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BLOG?!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;That said, HAPPY READING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for anyone to agree with what I have to say. You have your own mind, I have my own mind! You may think this way, while I might think the other way! Other than that, I'm just trying to pass my time until 1800 and trying to keep myself awake, cos I'm meeting my aunt to collect my magazine!!! Woo hoo!!! Adios suckers!!!!!!! Peace out!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-115087692495004255?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/115087692495004255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=115087692495004255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115087692495004255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115087692495004255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-that-ive-learnt-so-far-in-my-20.html' title='Things that I&apos;ve learnt so far in my 20 years....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-115087552156178120</id><published>2006-06-21T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:38:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that I'm crazy....</title><content type='html'>Hee hee... Guess what?! I just asked my aunt to buy an imported magazine for 11 bucks.... Hahahahaha... The last time it was 18 bucks, and now.... it's 11 bucks.... All because............... THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS ARE ON THE COVER PAGE!!!!! Hahahahahahaha..... 29 bucks down the drain and I was actually saving up to go to Philippines (hopefully) next month, cos they're having a concert there... But never mind, I'll tell my aunt to delete that 11 bucks from my August's pay... Am I spending too much money on my fave band? No, I don't think so!!! I've spent 48 bucks before on a CD.... It was the Liberty X's second album and I could only get it from HMV. Thus that means having to pay outrageous price for a piece of disc that I could easily get for almost half the price if I had waited for a bit longer... Bought that in January and they came here in February and almost all the other music stores had imported that disc... So, it was selling for bout 18 bucks... See, I don't care if people call me dumb cos I spend so much money on buying 'useless' stuffs... I don't find them useless. To me, it's just a show of my liking of that particular artists that I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the magazine... Yeah, it costs so much cos it was imported (Damn those local magazines! They sucks big time! Please bring back Smash Hit and TOTP!!! Even though they do cost almost 10 bucks!!!) Haha, even the storekeeper remember my aunt. Not because she usually buys her newpapers there, it's because she bought the other mag for me, from the same stall... The one that cost 18 bucks.... Hahahaha... I was on the phone with her and she was telling me that the storekeeper remembers her as the one who bought the 18 bucks mag, and she was asking my aunt if she was buying it for her daughter, and my aunt replied back, "Nah, it's for my niece!" And the storekeeper was like, "Is she a big fan of music?" to which my aunt replied with a yeah... I told her, next time, you should just said, nope, she's a fan of the Pussycat Dolls.... Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo.... 29 bucks down the drain.... Now, imagine what I could have done with that 29 bucks..... *trying to imagine*.......... Hmmm.... Nope, I can't think what else I can do with that money... Buy food? Nah, I don't eat that much, I'm not like my sis or my bro... Buy clothes? I can ask my parents or my aunt to buy them for me... So, yeah, I don't know what to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Luckily, this time, my aunt didn't nag at me... The other time she did... Actually, I didn't really use my money to buy that mag. My aunt ask me to get back that amount from my mum... Hahaha... As if my mum would give me 18 bucks just to spend on one mag, but she did, cos I told her I using it to buy some book... hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! That's how big of a fan I am!!!! Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-115087552156178120?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/115087552156178120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=115087552156178120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115087552156178120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115087552156178120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/proof-that-im-crazy.html' title='Proof that I&apos;m crazy....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-115027281169407659</id><published>2006-06-14T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:13:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Cup!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woo hooo!!!!!!!!! Finally, it's here!!!! Yes, one month of not having enough sleep, and one month of drinking lots of coffee.... But, wait..................... I'm not working yet, so, hahahaha, when others are working, I'm 'working' too...but in my dreams... Hahahahaha... Yeah, my day starts from 6 p.m. and ends at 5 a.m. the next morning... But if I were to come to my aunt's house (like today), then, it'll starts at 8 a.m... So, only 3 hours of sleep for me today... Actually, it was less than that cos it was so bloody cold, and I didn't even use a fan or air-conditioner when I sleep. Since I'm sleeping on the upper deck of a bunk bed, I would leave the windows open. And it was so bloody cold that even after covering myself with my blanket, I was still shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, the World Cup started last Friday and the opening match was a great match, but the most of the other matches are such a bore that I found myself channel surfing. The England match was such a bore after they got  a goal, but who cares as long as they win. Go England Go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn! The graduation will be next month on the 4th of July (US Independence Day) and phew, luckily there's no matches on that day. So, I'll have my beauty sleep and won't have any eye bags during that day... Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to keep a close watch on the games cos I'm having a friendly wager with someone in England. We're predicting who win the matches or which matches would end up in a draw. So far, I'm leading 9-8... Hahahaha... And I'm also having a friendly bet with another PCD fan from Singapore on who'll win the trophy. She's supporting Germany and me, who else? Of course it's England!!! If I lose, I'll have to treat her, and if she lose, she'll have to treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO ENGLAND GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-115027281169407659?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/115027281169407659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=115027281169407659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115027281169407659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115027281169407659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html' title='The World Cup!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-115026973899628758</id><published>2006-06-14T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:04:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone asked me to do this.....</title><content type='html'>7 Random Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;2) I love my music&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm addicted to the internet&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't get bored watching my collection of PCD videos&lt;br /&gt;5) I love watching soccer&lt;br /&gt;6) I like going out to the beach&lt;br /&gt;7) I don't give a fuck about what others have to say bout me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Scares Me:&lt;br /&gt;1) Being admitted to the hospital (yeah, I am afraid of that)&lt;br /&gt;2) Being in a room full of hypocrite bitches&lt;br /&gt;3) Losing me cat&lt;br /&gt;4) Losing my friends&lt;br /&gt;5) Being able to plan my life for a week, a month, etc... (I live my life day by day...)&lt;br /&gt;6) Waking up to find that my most fave bands are splitting up&lt;br /&gt;7) Being close to snakes (they are freaking digusting creatures!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Music At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1) Buttons - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;2) Mas Que Nada - Sergio Mendes feat Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;3) Cannonball - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;4) No Tomorrow - Orson&lt;br /&gt;5) Soul Suckers - Amos Lee (thanks to someone that I came across that song)&lt;br /&gt;6) The Road I'm On - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;7) Tied Up Too Tight - Hard-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Like The Most:&lt;br /&gt;1) My bed&lt;br /&gt;2) My discman (Yes, I'm still using my discman when others are using mp3 players)&lt;br /&gt;3) My friends (that includes my online friends)&lt;br /&gt;4) My cat&lt;br /&gt;5) My autographed Liberty X poster and album&lt;br /&gt;6) My CDs&lt;br /&gt;7) Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say The Most:&lt;br /&gt;1) Fuck&lt;br /&gt;2) Bugger&lt;br /&gt;3) Doll Domination (I know, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;4) Wait&lt;br /&gt;5) PCD (Now, most of the times... I've been bitten by the PCD bug...)&lt;br /&gt;6) I don't know&lt;br /&gt;7) Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People I Want To Do This:&lt;br /&gt;1) Schenelle&lt;br /&gt;2) Sarah&lt;br /&gt;3) Anybody&lt;br /&gt;4) Anybody&lt;br /&gt;5) Anybody&lt;br /&gt;6) Whomever is reading this&lt;br /&gt;7) I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-115026973899628758?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/115026973899628758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=115026973899628758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115026973899628758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/115026973899628758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-asked-me-to-do-this.html' title='Someone asked me to do this.....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114965503778437079</id><published>2006-06-07T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:39:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not happy with what I have to say?!</title><content type='html'>Haha... There are some jokers who visit my blog... If you're not happy with my honest opinion, do you see that little red box with an 'X', at your top right hand corner of your computer screen? Well, you should click it and get your arse out of this blog. I don't fucking care about what you have to say about my opinions. Wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think you're a fan of Paul Twohill, and I'm sure you're freaking pissed off that I criticise your fave... Awwwwwwwww.......................... Do I give a fuck? Hahahahahahahahaha.......................... NO FUCKING WAY!!!! What?! You think I'm going to apologise to all you Sinagpore Idol fans? Haha, HELL NO!!!! I hate Singapore Idol and that's it! Do I want to join the show? Haha, no, cos I'm quite a humble person. I like to share my talent with my family only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are haters and lovers of the Singapore Idol, and I'm a hater. But that's not surprising cos I'm not at all patriotic to Singapore... And I've been known to speak my mind about stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to someone with a comment (a coward who can't even post under your own freaking name. Huh, I hate cowards!), I don't care what you have to say! And when did I joke about, in that posts? Haha, are you blind or dumb? *Sigh* I'm wasting my time replying to you, coward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! My blog's becoming more and more famous... Even people whom I don't know, are visiting my blog and leaving useless comments.... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114965503778437079?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114965503778437079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114965503778437079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114965503778437079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114965503778437079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-happy-with-what-i-have-to-say.html' title='Not happy with what I have to say?!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114922763603734812</id><published>2006-06-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:53:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol = Joke</title><content type='html'>Ok.... Suzi was watching the Singapore Idol results show and there are a few words to describe them... Ready for them? Well, they are - joke, lame show, plain dumb, none of them can't sing and it's a total waste of time... Phew! Luckily, I was at my comp on Wednesday so, I didn't catch the Piano show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, to all the contestant, please correct your pronunciation of the words of the lyrics to the song that you're singing. I don't freaking understand what you guys are singing! Then, what's up with that Paul Twohill (I don't care how to spell his surname) guy? Trying to be like the lead singer of My Chemical Romance, Gerald something? Well, get this - you are not him and don't try to be somebody else. And what's up with the covering of your eyes with your fringe? I sure the audience can't see your eyes. Hmmm.... Maybe, you don't have any self-confidence? That's why you covered your eyes cos it's like a curtain to you... Hahahaha..... Then, what's up with them for only having 3 Malay contestant? But then, the others were rubbish... And none of them have looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with the audience booing Ken yesterday? He was being honest and you idiots should accept the fact that the person whom he was criticising can't sing... And it's plain dumb that for two weeks, I couldn't watch CSI cos they were having this 'encore' telecast of the stupid, dumb show. And they're calling the repeat shows, encore telecast! Encore my arse! Don't they know the meanig of encore?! Bloody hell!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dan the man should shave off his goatee cos it looks ridiculous on him. And please stop wearing those sleeveless shirts. It's okay if you have bulging biceps, but face it, you don't! And Gurmit, why the hell are you trying to act as if you're in your early 30's or late 20's? Accept the fact that you're an old fogey! So, please act your age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhh!!!!!!! Suzi's being mean today! Hahahahaha..... Who freaking cares?! Ai yai yai.... There won't be much to watch on Wednesday and Thursday at 8 p.m...... Hmmm.... Luckily, i have my PCD vcds! Or I could just go to sleep since I'm a lazy bugger..... Mwahahahahahahahahahaha.............. Singapore Idol totally SUCKS BIG TIME!!!!! SINGAPORE TV and RADIO TOTALLY SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to migrate somewhere else when I have the dough to do that! Adios, suckers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114922763603734812?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114922763603734812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114922763603734812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114922763603734812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114922763603734812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/singapore-idol-joke.html' title='Singapore Idol = Joke'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114922568165665961</id><published>2006-06-02T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:26:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mediacorp radio censored the new single by The Pussycat Dolls!!!!!!! Like, wait a minute! There's nothing wrong with that song, there isn't any swear words in that song! Why the hell did they bleeped out the word 'fall' in that song?! Ok, it does sounds a bit like fuck, but it isn't. 'sides if Nicole were to sing, "Hardly the type I fuck for", it just doesn't sound right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for their info, here's the lyrics to the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Buttons (Featuring Big Snoop Dogg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Snoop] What it do baby boo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah I know mamma u lookin good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I see u wanna play with a playa from the hood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Come holla at me, you got it like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Big Snoop Dogg with the lead Pussycat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I show you how I flow that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah I wanna grow that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me and you one on one, treat it like a showdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;U look at me, and I look at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm reaching for your shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What you want me to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Chorus] Im tellin you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But you keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin what you gonna do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm tellin u to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But u keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin what u gonna do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I ain't seen nothin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Verse] Typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hardly the type I&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I like when the physical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dont leave me askin for me more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im a sexy mama (mama) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What I wanna do is spring this on ya (on ya) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back up all the things that I told ya (told ya) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You been sayin all the right things all nite long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I cant seem to get you over here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To help take this off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baby cant u see (see) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How these clothes are fittin on me (me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the heat comin from this beat (beat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im about to blow I don't think you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Chorus] Im tellin you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But u keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin what you gon' do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im tellin you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosin up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But you keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin wat u gon' do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Verse] You say you're a big boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I can't agree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cause the love you said you had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aint been put on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wonder (wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If im just to much for you to wonder (wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If a kiss dont make youu just wonder (wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What i got next for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What you wanna do? (do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Take a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To recognize that this could be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just like most guys that your game don't please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baby cant u see (see) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How these clothes are fittin on me (me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the heat comin from this beat (beat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im about to blow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I dont think u know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Chorus] Im tellin u to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But u keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin what u gonna do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im tellin u to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But u keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin wat u gonna do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Snoop] Now you can get what you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I need what I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now let me tell u wats krackalackin befo' I proceed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ima show u what I put on that PCD on me, yeah I thought I saw a pussy cat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now roll with the big dawg, all 6 a ya'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On me, now tell me how I feel baby doll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ashley, Nicole Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ya feelin me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[PCD] Loosen up my buttons babe (Loosen up my buttons babe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baby wont u loosen up my buttons babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loo-sen up my buttons babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Come on baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Loosen up my buttons babe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baby wont u loosen up my buttons babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loo-sen up my buttons babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[Chorus] Im tellin u to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But u keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin what u gonna do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im tellin u to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But u keep frontin (Uh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sayin wat u gonna do to me (Uh huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I aint seen nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! There you have it (I know there's some spelling mistakes but I'm just to plain lazy to change them. I just lifted them from some lyrics website which some people who are not as lazy as me contributed that lyrics...) I highlighted the word that was bleeped out. Like how dumb can they get? Does fall sounds like fuck?! I heard the song being played on Malaysian radio and on Power 98 and they didn't bleep out that word. I guess they're smart enough and make the effort to search for the lyrics on the net. I was kinda pissed off when I first heard it on Perfect 10 and heard that they bleeped out that part. So, what I did was I e-mailed them, twice, about that, until I realised it was not only them. I was listening to one of the Malay radio stations, Ria (yes I was listening to it cos my bro or my sis would turn the TV channel to Suria at bout midnite when all the shows ended and they put the radio on...), and they played the same version... Hahaha....... I can't believe that they're so freaking dumb. But then, what do I expect? This is coming from the same place that ban the sale of chewing gum. We're gonna be the laughing stock in the world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114922568165665961?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114922568165665961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114922568165665961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114922568165665961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114922568165665961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/06/wtf.html' title='WTF?!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114724718440288382</id><published>2006-05-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:46:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some random thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... I have to admit that I'm kinda scared to go for the x-ray cos it seems that I do kinda have a phobia of hospitals... Hahaha... I don't know why though cos I do like to go to hospitals to visit, but the other time when me mum was admitted, I kinda felt queasy going into the ward... Hmm... I am scared to be admitted to hospital cos I don't want to have visits from the 'people' that I can't see, but could only feel the presence... Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... I have to stop watching the Buttons video... I have been watching it for some time now, but I can't help it. Those dance moves in the video is totally fabulous and it's now New This Week on Perfect 10... And now, since I've just bought a new CD burner for my comp, I've burned the Buttons video and some of their latest performances into a VCD  yesterday and now, if there's nothing on TV, cos Singapore TV totally sucks big time, I can watch their videos!!!!! Mwahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhh... My cousin's in US right now, in Chicago and.....the dolls had a concert there on 6th May.... Lucky guy... And he's gonna be back at the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got back my results last week and, phew!!! I managed to pass all of the modules... Haha, I was expecting to fail, especially my marketing paper, but I managed to pass it with a D+... Hahaha... That's kinda lucky, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!!! Gotta say. PCD are fabulous performers and their concert is totally awesome!!! Was watching some of their footage on youtube and what can I say? FANTASTIC!!!! Hahahahahahaha....... Alright, I think I have to stop writing about the dolls... Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114724718440288382?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114724718440288382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114724718440288382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114724718440288382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114724718440288382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-random-thoughts.html' title='some random thoughts....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114673266006521413</id><published>2006-05-04T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:51:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>Ok... I think some of my mates are dead!!!! Why did I say that? Well, texted a couple of them a couple of weeks ago, asking if they're still alive or dead... Only 2 of them replied, so the others are dead!!!! Hahahahaha.... Oh my god!!!!! Oh yes!!! I'm being sarcastic here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are some people still playing with Tamagotchis? They are so last century!!! Only kindergarten kids play with them, not secondary school kids!!! What the fuck? And do you guys think that the whole bus is for your school? When did your school chartered the whole bus just for you idiots? Because you idiots, I have to walk all the way to the bus interchange so that I can take the bus!!! It's ok though cos I have to burn off some of the fat. Haha... Hopefully, the whole lot of you Yishun Town Sec idiots don't conquer the bus today cos I'm carrying my VCR home. Yes, I brought my VCR to my aunt's cos I was thinking of taping TRL, but damn, I don't have any idea on how to connect it to the cable box....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! I'm so happy!!! Beep hit number this week on three radio stations - WKRZ91.3, Power98 and Perfect 10... Yahoo!!! Buttons will do great on the chart. And Singapore is so damn freaking slow!!!! Some of the Malaysian radio stations have started playing Buttons, and it's not the album version. It's the one with Snoop Dog on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap! I've not been having enough sleep since last Thursday. It's all because of the stupid election that's going on rite now! I think I've only clocked about 20 hours of sleep for this whole week!!! It's like about 3 hours of sleep per day, and how I manage to make it through the day, is still a mystery to me... Hahaha... Those stupid lorries, going round nearly every hour asking us to vote. Don't they ever use their brains?! They waking up the voters is not a damn good idea! Luckily, I don't have to vote this year. Phew!!!! It's like I had just fallen asleep about 5 mins when this other party would come around and wake me up... And when it's gone, this other would come around and wake me up again... Tell me. how am I going to get a good nite sleep? It's not like I'm sleeping at 10 or 11 at nite... My bedtime is now at 4 or 5 in the moring cos haha, I'm not working yet!!!! Hahahahaha to those who are working now... It's not that I'm not really working... I get paid by my aunt 70 bucks a month for ironing hers and my uncle's clothes and doing some house work for her. And I only have to work for 4 days a month... And now, my mum's starting to pay me again 10 bucks per week for ironing her clothes... Woo hoo! In one month, I could get 110 bucks just by doing some simple work... Hahahahaha... I know, to some of you, it may seem so little, but I'm contented with that. Besides, what do I have to buy? Most of the time, I use the money to buy cds or to buy some stuffs that is not that expensive. Even if I wanted something that's rather expensive, I will save up... Maybe, it's due to my upbringing... Like I said, having lots of money doesn't buy you happiness... I'm happy being the way I am, living the life I'm having now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think I'm rather immature cos I'm being obsessed with PCD or Liberty X, but I'm having the time of my life talking to the people on their official websites... The fans are open-minded, unlike some people... And we don't always talk about the bands. We do joke around about stuffs, just like normal friends would do... And they accept you for who you are... That's what's great about them.. And some of them are even younger than me... And there's this group of people that I'm good mates with, who are a couple of years older than me... Some are my sister's age, and one of them is even 13 years older than me... And there's also bout two of them who's about 14 years old and their thinking are way more matured than some people that I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do accept the fact that some people think that I'm crazy. I admit. I am a bit crazy, maybe not a bit, but really crazy. My mind can't stop working, even when I'm going to sleep, all this crazy thoughts would be in my head. Not that crazy though until I have to be admitted to Woodbridge... Nah, I'm not that crazy that I'm going to start killing people. Those people are psychos... I'm not that psycho, if I were, I would be wearing a straightjacket right now...  Haha, I wonder how it feels to be in a straightjacket? Oh wait! I know how it feels cos I was wearing this hoodie sweater of mine and the sleeves are rather long. So, for a joke, I put my arms in the jacket and left the sleeves dangling. I forgot who it was, but I think it's Schenelle. She took the sleeves and tied it up so, it's like a straightjacket and Rosli was like, "Suzi, what the hell are you doing?" Yeah, I always make a fool of myself... But it's okay though as long as it makes people laughs... I like making people laugh. I don't know why though.... but I could be serious at times, just don't expect me to be damn serious when I'm in this crazy, cheeky mood... And, yes, i do have a short-temper. I can be really pissed off in just a few mins...and then, back to this cheery mood in a few mins... Woo hoo! I'm a bit of a schizo... Hey! Maybe, it has to do with my horoscope cos I'm the twins!!!!! Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! I'm writing too much today!!! But who cares? Since no-one is reading, I think so... And besides, I'm trying to fight off my sleepiness.... Woo hoo... There's a big fight on the PCD website now... I like!!! Well, who's it between? It's between us, amigos against these fucked-up fakers and their supporters... Why are we fighting them? Well, they posted someone else's pics and claimed that it's them. Fucking posers!!!! Well, you're right! I'm anti fakers/posers!!! Down with fakers and posers... If you want to see abunch of fakers here in Singapore, go down to Orchard Road on weekends and you'll see a whole lot of them. That is one reason why i don't really like going down to Orchard Road and that's why I don't want to apply for a job at HMV cos I'll see lots of fakers!!! Fakers who don't have an identity of their own!!! Fuck you, fakers and posers!!!! I hate you! I HATE YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bwahhahahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... I'm sure Ashley would be really confuse cos the fight is happening on her comment's page. She'll log on and see all this shit and she would be like, "What the fuck is going on here?!" Hahahaha, bless her! I wonder why the fight don't happen on the other girls' comments page, but on Ashley's.... Hmmm..... Nicole has not been online for two months now, and the others don't really come online that much... Maybe, that's why, or maybe, it's because she's part of the amigos.... Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo... i just realise that I've been writing so much... So, brain, do you have anything more to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brain: For the moment I don't think so.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since my brain said that it doesn't have anything else to say, I'm finished here for the moment.... Hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Life is short - enjoy it!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114673266006521413?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114673266006521413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114673266006521413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114673266006521413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114673266006521413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114672868097418761</id><published>2006-05-04T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:44:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Don't watch me battle my duel, a cold hearted bout&lt;br /&gt;Hear the screams as you shout while you're flat on your back&lt;br /&gt;You know there's no turnin back&lt;br /&gt;You wanna piece of me, you ask for beef with me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sequel to me, you gonna make it your best&lt;br /&gt;You try slash my chest, I'm badder than the rest&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know I'll defend&lt;br /&gt;Clash straight to the end&lt;br /&gt;Next contender try to contend&lt;br /&gt;My arena&lt;br /&gt;Step into my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;No emotions no commotions, there is no feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm the favourite&lt;br /&gt;As well ya know cos there's no hold&lt;br /&gt;Barred and anything will go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114672868097418761?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114672868097418761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114672868097418761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114672868097418761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114672868097418761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114672816618039807</id><published>2006-05-04T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:36:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok..... I lied....</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahahahahaha....... Ok, I lied... I said that I'm going to have a haircut 3 weeks before my birthday, but I just went for a haircut on Sunday, 4 weeks before me birthday... Hehehe, I lied!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Can't wait for this Sunday cos they'll be showing Las Vegas, one of my fave show, and one of my most fave band, the Pussycat Dolls (the other being Liberty X) will be on it!!!! How cool is that?!!!!! And, yeah, I'm at my aunt's now cos I wanted to watch TRL which, as you guessed it, has PCD in it.... And they even showed a sneak peek at their latest video (who cares? I've already watched it a dozen times). And as I said before, and as they sang in that video and in the Don't Cha video, it's HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, people, I'm finally getting my results slip today or tomorrow!!! Hope that I manage to pass cos I'm a idiot. People might think I'm that smart, but, nope, I'm not.... I'm only smart in wasting my time away and pissing others off or playing pranks on others.... Hahahaha.... Life is short, why should I really be concern with my studies? Well, people might say that I will get a good paying job with a degree and all that shit, but, honestly, do you think so? Look at Bill Gates. He doesn't have a Master's but he's still a billionaire. Besides, what's the use of having lots of money? When you die, can you take your money along with you to the grave? Of course not!!! Duh!!!! What's the use of having lots of money and leading a miserable life? So, that's why I spent my money on stuffs that people might think is useless... Besides, I don't spend much of my money on food... Hahahahahahaha............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Life is short - enjoy it!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114672816618039807?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114672816618039807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114672816618039807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114672816618039807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114672816618039807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-i-lied.html' title='Ok..... I lied....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114595618999979394</id><published>2006-04-25T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:52:25.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.......I'm bored!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha.... 4 entries in a day!!!!!! Woo hoo!!! Go, Suzi, go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm so freaking bored. That's why 4 entries in a day.... Right. What should I talk about now? Hmmmmmmmm.......... Ok, here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've met some nice people on the PCD website. Now, they're my close mates. I'm part of this gang that we called the amigos. Wait......have I talked about this before? Hmmm, ah, who cares? Well, they really fun to talk to, unlike some idiots here who are not open-minded. Not you guys. Only me knows who they are... Hahaha, am I going to tell you who they are? Hell no! Not that I'm scared to get myself into trouble, it's just that I'm not bothered with these arseholes... I've known two Singaporeans who are really great, and most of the peeps that I've been talking to, are really great and damn funny! Yeah, most of them are British... But I've talked to some Americans, Filipinos, Croatians, Aussies, a New Zealander.... And all of this would not have been possible if I've not like the PCD... Thanks to them, I got to meet all this nice people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, I lied. I'm gonna have a haircut next week, 3 weeks before my birthday. Hahaha, you suckers!!! Well, it seems that coward is really a coward! No more of her stupid, fucked-up comments... Yahoooooo!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help to wonder, why are my parents not risk-takers? It seems that they're afraid to do some stuffs... Like, I remember, once, I had to be a witness for my friend's molestation case. Not that I want to be one though. It's just that this stupid, fucked-up arsehole told the cops that I know more than him, when it was him who told me about the case. Stupid wuss!!! And my parents were like pissed off with me cos I have to butt in and be a witness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this other time when me and my mum were listening to the news on the radio in the kitchen, when she made a comment about how most of the new PAP candidates are lawyers. So, I told her that I want to be a lawyer too, and she replied back, "So, that you can join the PAP?" And my reply was, "Nope... I wanna join the opposition party". Her reply? "You don't have to say it out loud! Do you want to get arrested?" So, there you have it... Hmmm.... I wonder from who I got this characteristic of being quite bold and not that afraid to take risks? Was it from my aunt? Maybe, since I'm quite close to her... My dad? I don't really think so. Besides, he's quite short... Yeah, my parents are quite short... Only their children are tall... Hahaha, another shot at the short people. If you haven't know, yes, I like the fact that I'm quite tall. I'm even more happier when I found out that the dolls are shorter than me. Hahaha, shorties!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then! I think this will be my last entry for today. My right wrist is starting to hurt again... Hopefully, my mum would send me for an x-ray next month, but I'm dreading the fact that I might have to go for an operation... Yikes!!! Yes, people! I have a phobia of hospitals... Not the building though, it's just the rooms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114595618999979394?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114595618999979394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114595618999979394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114595618999979394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114595618999979394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/okayim-bored.html' title='Okay.......I&apos;m bored!!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114594918347166627</id><published>2006-04-25T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:13:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahaha</title><content type='html'>I don't believe this.... Some of the dolls can't spell for shit.... Hahahahaha.... I'm not bragging or saying that I can spell better than them, but it's just funny that they spelled 'their' as 'there' and 'here' as 'hear'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,ok... Some people may said that I'm pissed off with the dolls cos I'm freaking jealous that some people who left a comment on her comments page once a while, got a comment back from her, while me, who've been like leaving nearly all of them, a comment nearly every week, didn't get a comment or even a shit fom any of them.... well, guess what?! I'm not!!! I'm not that petty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..... Actually, it's not only them though... Liberty X don't even know how to spell for shit. Sometimes, when they're online and left some messages at the forum, I don't understand what they're talking about... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would like to say I'm not bragging or think that I'm better than some people... You know, sometimes, being confident of yourself, can be seen as being cocky by someone else... But, who cares? I know myself and my true friends know how I am.... I've had enough of people judging me or assume that I am someone whom I'm totally not... I am me, and I won't change for anyone unless, if I want to change. And for the moment, i'm happy just being myself... hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my arse, you suckers!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114594918347166627?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114594918347166627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114594918347166627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114594918347166627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114594918347166627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahahaha.html' title='Hahahaha'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114594828852176212</id><published>2006-04-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:58:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought......</title><content type='html'>Why do some girls like to wear their jeans or pants or skirts really low that when they sit, I could freaking see their butt? Have they ever heard of belt? Or buying your jeans or pants or skirts at the right size? I don't want to see your freaking butt. 1, I'm not interested. 2, I'm not jealous. 3, if you have a nice butt, it's ok. 4, even if you have a nice butt, I repeat, I don't wanna see your freaking butt!!!! Do you think it's that cool? Nope, it's not! It's freaking digusting!!! By the way, I'm not talking about the PCD here. At least they have brains not to show off their butts even though they've worked hard to get those butts.... Hahahaha.... It's just something that I've observed here in Singapore. And it's always the girls who are doing this... I have not seen guys having their jeans really low that I can see their butt. At least, they have the brains to wear their undies, so, if their jeans are hanging really low, at least, I would see their undies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that brings me to a second thought... Don't these idiots wear their undies?  Hahaha, you know what?! I don't think so.... Ewwwww, that's digusting!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe, they're too poor to buy a belt. Oh, and don't say that you're wearing a hipster jeans, so that's why I could see your freaking butt!!! Cos, that's just plain bullshit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok.... Why am I writing all this crap? Who have piss me off? Why am I so angry? Hahaha, for goodness sake, it's just an observation. I'm quite an observant person, to the extent of being called a stalker by someone (*cough*Kak Ain*cough*).... Hahaha, nope, I'm not a stalker... Even if I am, who would I want to stalk here? There's nobody interesting here to stalk, unless if I were to move to US, especially California (*cough* The Pussycat Dolls*cough*) or UK (*cough*Liberty X*cough*).... Man, that would be really fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! For the record, I'm addicted to the Buttons video. It even make me feel much better when my cold was getting worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Life is short - enjoy it!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114594828852176212?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114594828852176212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114594828852176212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114594828852176212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114594828852176212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought......'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114594727429817745</id><published>2006-04-25T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:00:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humbug........</title><content type='html'>Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..........................&lt;br /&gt;Suxxxxxx........................ &lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off right now.... I'm not going to say why though...... Ok, ok..... I miss my most fave doll just by  a few mins..... That kinda sucks big time cos I want to ask her when she's coming to town......... aarrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh............... Stupid me!!!! Why did I have to be freaking late and why did the comp have to be damn slow? Ooopsss, it's my aunt's... Sorry, auntie... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..... Maybe, she has something against me? Cos she signed off the moment that I signed in.... But what did I do to piss her off? Maybe, that time I posted that she was the 2nd hottest doll, based on the amount of comments they got.... *sigh* who knows..... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Hopefully, my letters do reach them. Well then, will have to wait and see if they do reply... Maybe, they're unlike Liberty X.... Hahaha, who knows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114594727429817745?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114594727429817745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114594727429817745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114594727429817745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114594727429817745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug........'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114560274889178382</id><published>2006-04-21T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:59:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh man!!! That video is really cool and really hot!!! But what's up with Nicole? She keeps on fondling her boobs.... Hahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha.................Those dance moves are really cool!!!! Never seen anything like that before!!!! Woooooooooooooooooooooo............... All of them dressed in black....... with them looking so fierce........ looking mysterious too........ This could be their best video thus far.... It is up there with another of their video, Beep, and A Night To Remember from Liberty X!!!!!!! It is so freaking nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114560274889178382?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114560274889178382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114560274889178382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114560274889178382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114560274889178382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114560203739819452</id><published>2006-04-21T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:47:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Pussycat Dolls video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo!!! Finally, the video is premiered on TRL (not here yet though... In two weeks time only, then'll most of us here would get to catch a sneek peek)... Even though, I have not watch that episode yet (gotta wait for 2 freaking weeks!!!), I've already managed to watch the video... Nyah, nyah to those who haven't watch it.... Hahahahahahahaha..... It's a bit like soft porn though, them stripping in the video... Hahahaha, I like that!!! Hahahaha.... Sorry, a bit sick today cos I'm currently down with a slight cold... So, whenever I'm sick, my brain don't function that well so, you'll get all this crap from me... Hahahahahahahahahaha......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! Finally!!! Woo hoo!!! Their new video!!! They look so damn cool in black and if they're selling that black hoodie, I'm going to buy it!!! But, they don't freaking ship to Singapore just because of blahblahblah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... Should I share with you guys the video? No way!!!! Hahaha, if you guys are smart enough, go and search for yourself. Besides, none of you are interested in the PUSSYCAT DOLLS.......... Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I describe the video? Ok then... Lots of dancing, sexy dance moves, lots of singing and blah blah blah..... Go and search for yourself or just wait till they show it on MTV....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! I'm going to watch the video over and over again... Hahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114560203739819452?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114560203739819452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114560203739819452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114560203739819452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114560203739819452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-pussycat-dolls-video.html' title='The new Pussycat Dolls video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114526579258388427</id><published>2006-04-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:23:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... I was just thinking... Should I keep my hair long or cut it? Hmmmm..... yes, no, yes, no.... It's already quite long now (to my standard, it's long)...  Rite, one of the reason why I keep it short is cos it's easier to manage. I don't have to comb my hair cos now, I have to comb it. And the fringe keep covering my eyes...Besides, with short hair, I can pull a prank on others. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm thinking of taking a motorbike lesson... Yeah, motorbikes are fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then.. I'm going to cut my hair two weeks before my birthday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114526579258388427?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114526579258388427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114526579258388427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114526579258388427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114526579258388427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114526241957787009</id><published>2006-04-17T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:26:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>Crap!!!! Why can't I post videos? Stupid, stupid.....link? Or is it me? Or was it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if any of you manage to watch the advert for the Singapore Idol where they have this two people chasing Jacintha while singing Don't Cha.... Yeah, at first, I didn't find it funny, but now, I can't seem to stop laughing whenever I watched it.... Haha, "Don't cha wish your salad was raw like me?" Hahahaha, nope I don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching some of their concert footage and there's this one part where three of them - Ashley, Jessica and Kimberly, was dancing to the Pink Panther theme... Now, now, I've always been a fan of Pink Panther (the latest movie sucks big time cos Beyonce's in it. Yeah, I hate her. haha) and...I have to be honest. It's like watching soft porn! Haha... With their dance moves and their costumes and their expressions, it's really like soft porn... I'm not a pervert, I don't watch porn, just to make that clear. But the way they dance, it's freaking sexy... Oh, oh... Their concert is not suitable for kids under 15!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, did they not have a concert here? Hmmm.... Maybe, I should migrate to UK or to US so that I could watch them perfrom live!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhhhhh............. And Nicole is not leaving the band!!!!!! Ashley said so... By the way, for those of you who don't know which one is who, let me educate you...... or should I just let you guys find out for yourself? Hmmmmm....Yes, no, yes, no..... Ok then... Well, Jessica's the gothic-looking one. Carmit's the one who looks like a guy (haha) with the red hair, Nicole's the lead singer, the hispanic looking one (She's not. She's filipino-hawaiian-russian), Melody's the african-american (she's mexican-african-american), Kimberly's the blonde, the one looking edgy/punky, the one with the mohawk and the cool dance moves. Finally, there's Ashley. She's the sweet-looking blonde, the one with the mischievious look... So, there you have it.... Who's who in the PCD!!! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry blog... I'm writing about my fascination with the PCD here cos my sis don't wanna to listen (She's more interested with Korean artists. I don't even think that she understands what she's singing about most of the time. haha)... So, yeah, this is where I'm going to write about some crazy stuffs that I have going on in my mind when I have no one to share them with.... hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114526241957787009?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114526241957787009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114526241957787009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114526241957787009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114526241957787009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='.............'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114526096770327766</id><published>2006-04-17T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:02:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Alrite, alrite.... It's official! I'm really obsessed with the Pussycat Dolls, but not in an unhealthy way though.. Haha... By the way, if I'm not straight, why did I ignore this best friend of mine from primary school when she gave me a letter with some contents that doesn't seem right to me? Yeah, this girl who was my neighbour and my best mate since primary one, gave me this letter, which doesn't seems right to me during our last year - Primary Six... So, when I read that letter, I was a bit, haha, shocked! It's not that I'm homophobic (if I were, I would not have a best friend who's a gay in Secondary school), but when it does involve me, I don't feel at ease... So, yeah, I started ignoring her (What do you expect me to do? I was 12, have not experience such stuffs before...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;li {padding:5px 0px}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="'Title'" style="'font:bold"&gt;&lt;h1 style="'font:bold"&gt;Watch Videos:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" style="'display:block;width:300px;border:solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/watchvideos.php?c=31584_179266_11001_336052_24924_865362_6966_264416_18014_123626_36763_472614_56_791674" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" src="'http://www.videocodezone.com/playlist/3/1/5/31584_179266_11001_336052_24924_865362_6966_264416_18014_123626_36763_472614_56_791674.asx'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" width="'300'" height="'300'" autostart="'true'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beep (Pussycat Dolls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance, Dance (Fall Out Boy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stickwitu (Pussycat Dolls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sway (Pussycat Dolls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don'T Cha (Pussycat Dolls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sos (Rihanna)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Road I'M On (3 Doors Down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.videocodezone.com/'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Video Codes by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; A list of my fave video... Youtube doesn't seems to work for me... Stupid me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my obsession...It's not like I have a shrine devoted to them or like some of the fans, posting the same comments a hundred times in a row... Nah, I'm not that obsessed, more like addicted to watching their videos and listening to their cd.  Yeah, I've spent most of my time watching their videos over and over again... And when I'm bathing, there this portable boombox in the kitchen and I would play the cd out loud (especially if I'm alone at that time) Haha, I'm sure my family is sick of me playing their cd... Hahaha!!! Who cares?! Wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I think I'm obsessed with them... GO, PCD, GO!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114526096770327766?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114526096770327766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114526096770327766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114526096770327766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114526096770327766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114465489352101754</id><published>2006-04-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:41:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it really means....</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha.... Ok, one of my fave song in the PCD album is Beep, so, I was so freaking bored one day, that I came up with what they were trying to imply in that song, the bleep out parts... Hahaha, beware, it's uncensored..... Ready? Ok, here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the (fuck/sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your (boobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your (butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your (&lt;em&gt;I have no idea what they're trying to imply&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a (fuck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keep looking at my (boobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my (butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your (dick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Every boy's the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Since I been in the seventh grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;They been trying to get with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Trying to (Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;They always got a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;To be my one and only man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Want to hold me with their hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Want to (Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I keep turning them down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But, they always come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Asking me to go around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;That's not the way it's going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cause they only want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Only want my ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Only want what they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But, na, ah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Na, ah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the (fuck/sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your (boobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your (butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a (fuck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keep looking at my (boobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my (butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your (dick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you know that no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Don't mean yes, it means no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So just hold up, wait a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Let me put my two cents in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;One, just be patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Don't be rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Like you're anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And two, you're just too aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So try to get your (Ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do you know that I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And I don't want to go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Only want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Only want my ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Only want what they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But, na, ah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Na, ah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the (fuck/sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your (boobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your (butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a (fuck/ or maybe even damn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keep looking at my (boobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my (butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your (dick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Will.I.Am]Boomp-boomp, Omp-omp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Boomp, boomp-boomp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Boomp-boomp, Omp-omp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Boomp, boomp-boomp[Repeated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[PCD]Ooh, you've got it bad I can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You want it bad, but oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dude, what you got for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Is something I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Something I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Will.I.Am]It's funny how a man only thinks about the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[PCD]I don't give a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keep looking at my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm proving some people right. I do have a 'dirty' mind. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who haven't watch the video.....What are you guys waiting for?!!! It's a freaking great video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114465489352101754?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114465489352101754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114465489352101754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114465489352101754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114465489352101754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-it-really-means.html' title='What it really means....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114465286868585976</id><published>2006-04-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:07:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been some time.....</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's like one month since I last updated my blog... Well, what has been going on for me? Nothing much, still the same old, freaking, crazy, weird-ass person..... Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've re-discovered my love for S Club. Hahahahaha. But I still love Liberty X and The Pussycat Dolls!!! Well, what else can I say here? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............ NOTHING MUCH!!!! Haha. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114465286868585976?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114465286868585976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114465286868585976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114465286868585976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114465286868585976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-some-time.html' title='Been some time.....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114163392506200766</id><published>2006-03-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:32:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my sign says bout me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your sign is that of witty Gemini, the third sign of the zodiac, the sign that is characterized by communication. Geminis are very intellectual individuals, and are forever interested in broadening their horizon - they are eternal students! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mercury, the planet of communication, rules your sign, and makes you an articulate and versatile person. You are outgoing and sociable, and due to your lively attitude, you are the born entertainer. Clever and ingenious, you usually get what you want with your charm and wit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First of the three air signs, you are a dexterous, multifaceted, and flexible individual. As the most diverse and eloquent sign of the zodiac, you crave mental stimulation above all. Your curiosity, combined with your ability to synthesize information, makes you the messenger of knowledge and information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As a Gemini, you rule the third house, the sector of your chart that describes how you perceive, process, and communicate facts. It also has to do with short journeys, siblings, neighbors, and anything within arm's reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your sign is a mutable sign, responsible for keeping information flowing. You are gifted in adapting to situations and making compromises. Of all the zodiac signs, you are the peacemaker and troubleshooter who actively finds solutions to tricky situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your strengths, dear Gemini, lie in your cleverness, inquisitiveness, and openness to exploring new ideas. Once you have found something that interests you, you proceed with logic and scientific precision. However, as soon as you've consumed a subject, you are also able to switch your focus to a new topic. With your naturally practical and skilled approach, you excel in whatever you put your mind to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of your main weaknesses is that you can be shallow and hypocritical in your dealings with others. You can confuse people with your unpredictability and cynical attitude, and they might not trust you completely. Since your brain works so quickly, you tend to be nervous, restless, and anxious, which sometimes leaves you highly irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that is so true... It is so me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114163392506200766?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114163392506200766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114163392506200766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114163392506200766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114163392506200766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-my-sign-says-bout-me.html' title='What my sign says bout me....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114162899671090284</id><published>2006-03-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:04:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gratitude goes out to these people...</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, folks... I'm gonna going to die yet or anything. It's just that I feel I have to thank some people for the way I am now, today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to thank Allah, for creating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My parents for taking care of me (and giving birth to me)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My late grandma, a friend and a listener. Even though she isn't my mum's real mum (she adopted my mum from her elder sister - yeah, it's rather confusing). She always back me up and looks after me(that's what my mum said).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My aunt whom I'm very close to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My family, well for being my family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My primary and Secondary school friends for being my mates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sumarni, Sharifah Sarah, Halawah, Arif Saini, Rafi, Wei Jie, Michelle Choo, Farah Kamsani, and those whom I was really close in secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The stupid bitches in my secondary school - You guys tried to break me, but you failed!!!Hahaha, look who's laughing now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;One of my senior prefect, Faujiah, who taught me not to be afraid to carried out my duties, even though the person that I was going to be a bitch at, was way bigger than me, or a bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My poly friends, especially DMTM 3A/22 (2005-2006) and some peeps from DMTM 3A/21 (2005/2006) such as Siok Huang, Angeline, Sharon, Wen Jie, Chun Mun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Liza, Schenelle, Saliha and Sarah - you guys are the bomb!!!!! Especially Liza for humoring me when I was bored and called her up. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To those people from MPA - the Mercantile Marine Office dept, Shipping Registry and the Admin Dept. I've learnt so much life lessons in the six months that I was posted there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Celeste for being my mentor there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tamrean - the person there who share almost the same taste in music as me. So, we end up talking about music and soccer, and even joking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cik Rosnah, for being like my mum there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kak Ain and Kak Emily, the two people that I was really close with and still keep in touch up till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My teachers in primary and secondary school, some who didn't have faith in me and some who does, like Ms Soh - the reason why I managed to pass my Maths after losing interest in it in Sec 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My lecturers in poly, who taught us a lot of stuffs and shared their expereinces with me and my mates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, to all those people who thought I couldn't make it in life. Guess that I've proven you guys wrong!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, I forgot! Liberty X for being the one whom I look up to. You guys managed to prove all your critics wrong by winning the Brit Awards and even having a number one after all those shit that happened. And now the Pussycat Dolls too. (Well, why would I look up to them?! I'm not telling any of you. hahahahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.S. To those people that I missed out, it doesn't mean that I hate you guys or not that thankful to you guys. It's just that I forgot. Quoting from Liza, "I have short-term memory"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114162899671090284?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114162899671090284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114162899671090284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114162899671090284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114162899671090284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-gratitude-goes-out-to-these-people.html' title='My gratitude goes out to these people...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114162681881479192</id><published>2006-03-06T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:39:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reply to the idiot.....</title><content type='html'>Yawn...........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;You know, you don't have to be shy to tell me that you're freaking jealous of me.... Trying to hurt me, huh? You don't even have the guts to post under your own name. Have the guts to post such remark but don't even dare to post it under your own name... Fucking coward! Don't think that I don't know who it was when you post under anonymous... Haha, what a joke... See, I know who it is. See, don't you remember I've got a similar text message from you, bitch? The language used is also the common language of a minah... Fucking minahs!!! "Oh, I'm not a minah. Don't associate me with them..." Fucking bullshit! My advice to you - go back to kindergarten. Can't even spell a simple word like weird and that word was also in my blog... Do you know how to spell weird? It's not w-i-e-r-d, it's suppose to be W-E-I-R-D! Dumb ass! Oh, why am I wasting my time entertaining such arsehole, who's a freaking coward too? *sigh* Oh, c'mon! Just tell me that you're jealous cos you don't have an identity of your own and you're just like every other minahs that's walking around like zombies. See, you're jealous of me cos at least I have an identity of my own, but you don't! So, that's why you wrote that crap! Don't think that you can break me again, whore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, now I know why your language is so bad and why you've become so wayward, like fucking around with guys... Cos your parents can't be bothered with you. Well, I'm not surprised! I'm so lucky that my parents do freaking care bout me, so, that's why I don't sleep around like you, biatch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm not gonna waste my time anymore, so, adios, fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114162681881479192?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114162681881479192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114162681881479192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114162681881479192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114162681881479192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-reply-to-idiot.html' title='My reply to the idiot.....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114111309397764217</id><published>2006-02-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:51:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, this post is not meant to be sarcastic - just have too much time on hand and this post was in the works for already like a couple of weeks. Cos I'm pissed with people trying to change me into someone that I'm so freaking not!  And I was also reminiscing bout my past 19 years in this world. I am me, and you are you. Hahahahahahahaha.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am weird. I know that. And I love being weird. I also like the fact that I have this unpredictability factor goin on for me. I am one of a kind. I'm still trying to fix my 'short fuse'. I don't care if the others are going to be pissed off with me just because I don't wanna continue the feud between me and Aishah (By the way, we've talked on msn - I was online when she was on). Like I don't freaking care if people think that I'm not straight just because I like the Pussycat Dolls. I don't care if people call me weird just because I like the music that they've never heard before or even like. I know that I can be angry at one time, and really crazy at another. I know that I am mean. I don't care if people don't get my joke. I know my joke could be rather hard for some people to understand. I can be quite stubborn, even though I'm not a Taurus (just a few days short). Like I want to say that I'm the person that I am due to me being a Gemini, but some people would say, "Oh, I like to sleep in class just because of my horoscope!". Hahaha - trying to be sarcastic to me? Yawn, I'm so freaking tired trying to be someone that I'm so freaking not. I'm always the one compromising just so to please the people that I thought were my friends. People just have to accept me for who I am, and not try to change me into someone that they like. Well, gotta end here cos my wrist is killing me... (how am I gonna get a job when I can't freaking type for so long?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be the change you wish to see in the world&lt;/span&gt; (Kimberly PCD's motto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life is short - enjoy it!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Just realise I've not been putting my motto in most of me post... Hehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114111309397764217?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114111309397764217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114111309397764217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114111309397764217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114111309397764217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/me.html' title='ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114111139342985821</id><published>2006-02-28T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:23:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Am at my aunt's house rite now cos didn't have cable tv at home and Pussycat Dolls were performing on TRL on MTV, even though I just returned home yesterday... Yeah, slept at her house on Sunday cos was watching the matches and irritating my uncle who is a big Liverpool fan... Teased him when Man Utd beat Wigan 4-0, while his beloved Reds beat Man City 1-0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reached my aunt's house bout 11.50 (10 mins before TRL), and by luck, someone requested for Stickwitu, and then, they played Because Of You after that... Haha, both are my fave artists, other than Liberty X... That reminds me - was listening to Power 98 fm, one late night, and they played Beep, and rite after that, Walk Away... How great is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the performance. It was totally freaking great! They performed Stickwitu and their 4th single, Buttons. Love that song!!! It was a Valentine's special - Yeah, it's like what, 2 weeks late? But, who cares?! As long as I get to watch them performing... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for Ashley to come online yesterday, which she finally did, but I had to wait for 8 hours for that... The good thing is she's well rite now. While waiting for her to come online, 2 other dolls were online too... First, it was Carmit (at about 8 something in the morning) and then, Kimberly, who was online 3 times... She was even online a few minutes before Ashley! Well, Ashley was finally online and in her blog/journal, she even give a special shout out to us amigos... Haha, finally a part of the amigos! Woo Hoo!!! By the way, all time mentioned are in local time, cos the US are like 17 hours behind us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, rite now, I dunno wat to say. Damn it... Oh, just remember. Thought of sharing this great song by Blazin' Squad (none of me mates heard of them). Look closely at the lyrics... It has a great meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, here's the lyrics to that song, Where The Story Ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where The Story Ends - Blazin' Squad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just want you to listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;troubled minds of the troubled times, keep yourself together, don't listen to other peeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cause a lot can happen on the streets, and peer pressure is a killer so listen to there wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;words that i preach, it aint safe out there, i know this from experience, coz this is serious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and that's how lives get messed up, i took this time to, just eight bars to explain to the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;whats up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're livin in dangerous minds, dangerous times, thug life, you're growing up on the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;all that crime, i've been there before, i've been through it, i realise the pain, im drawn into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it, it feels terrible, when you're on another level, to the rest of them, trainers, clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you're not in with the trend, it's just a teenage beef thats bothering you, its just a phase in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;life you'll have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You know i never will amount to you, but is it pain you gotta put me through, you know i never will live up to you, and all that you do, you never tell your enemies from friends, and life will never be the same again, you never know where the story ends, thats right my friend, thats where the story ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I hear these things again and again and again, dress to impress for a friend, all it does everytime i hear will it ever stop, it just sends me round the bend, it ain't easy to be a teenager, i should know it puts your life in danger, do you ever really think that it will stop, all the muggings and the bullys and wepons i think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can sit and write lyrics all day, but my teenage problems never fade away, my fashion sense never lead astray, my smell, my phone is what portrays, the person that i am, the person that is me, whatever you believe, imagine or percieve, a brethren or a chief, educated or naive, my popularity brings, friends and enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Teenage life you've gotta deal with it somehow, no point in complaining gotta live with it somehow, unfair job but you're still with it somehoe, it aint fair but you've gotta get through it somehow, all the teenagers that have had enough, that are tired of scuffs and just want love, just take some time unleash your mind and you will find it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What's wrong kid could be making it, teenager in trouble and you're hatin it, you wanna leave the crowd your with, lead your own life, but i know you're scared of it, in a week there's 7 days 168 hours and a million ways, everyday's different but your life will change, trust me it will never stay the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Growing up seems so hard when you're young, you never wanna listen always wanna have fun, try to make things right but it soons wrong, people say the best years come when you're young, you never listen to what people say, always wanna try and do things n your own way, never think straight always play life as a game and in the end it's another life thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Teenage troubles thoughts that run through your head, trying to impress cause of what your mates said, wanna get in the crowd you aint got the clothes so you're out for a teenager thats what lifes about, the pressure of the drugs violence and racism that faces them its a part of life dont ruin it for yourself or you might end up by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You think about back in the day, of what you could have had but you threw it away, to be the top boy on the street, to be the boy everybody wanted to be, cant you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[repeat chorus to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, for my next post, I should list down all the songs that have really meaningful lyrics or a great meaning behind the songs... Yeah, that would be great...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114111139342985821?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114111139342985821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114111139342985821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114111139342985821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114111139342985821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114101421490680299</id><published>2006-02-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:23:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for Siti Nuraishah Bte Sha'aban</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm not being sarcastic here by posting your full name in the title. I'm just scared that some other Aishahs would think it's for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to say that I feel flattered that you took the time to find my blog, read it, analyse it and then comment in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, let's end this feud between us, cos to be honest, I don't know what this beef between us... I don't know what we're fighting about. So, I'm extending a hand of friendship to you and it's up to you to accept it. I know this may not seem sincere enough, but trust me, it's from the bottom of my heart that I want to end this feud between us. I've been thinking bout it for some time and I realised that I didn't know, at all, why the both of us are fighting. So, between the both of us, let's be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, good luck in your future endeavours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114101421490680299?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114101421490680299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114101421490680299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114101421490680299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114101421490680299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/specially-for-siti-nuraishah-bte.html' title='Specially for Siti Nuraishah Bte Sha&apos;aban'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114101103346749329</id><published>2006-02-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:30:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ITP story...lol</title><content type='html'>Ok, well, like I promised... Here it is.... This is my side of story, and I'm not making any of this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you know, I was attached to MPA, with somebody (I shall not mentioned the name, besides, I'm sure all of you know who...). Ok, we were attached for 6 months, rite? Well, I did my share of work faster than her, not because I want to curry favour from my boss, but I wanna learn more. So, when I asked me boss for more work, she would ask me to delegate some for the other one. So I did, and she got pissed off with me cos she haven't finished hers. So, after that we compromise and she told me that once I've finished mine, check with her first, and if she hasn't finished yet, I'll help out with her load. And I did, but when you asked a person nicely if has she finished her load, and that person raises her voice at you, would you get piss of? I'm sure you would! See, I don't like it when you talk to a person nicely, and that person raises her voice at you for nothing. I know, I've been guilty of that at times, and I'm sorry... What happened was that it went for 3 months and a person would bound to snap. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that fateful day, I asked her nicely if she has finished her workload, and she screamed back at me, "No, not yet! Can't you finish your job slower? I can't finished mine!" What I did was I said this to her, "I asked you nicely, rite?" and went back to my desk. Then,  a few hours after that (we didn't talk since then), she came to my desk and throw my workload to me...  So, after lunchtime, when giving out her load, I did the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after work, in the bus, I received a text message on my mobile phone... It's from her and in the message, she was insulting me like crap. I'm not writing what she wrote in the message cos I forgot all of it (what for to remember such crap?!). I'm sure most of you would feel really hurt to receive that message. I nearly cried in the bus when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm sure none of you what happens next. When I reached home, I went straight to my room and cried (Yes, I did). My mum came into my room and asked me what happened and I was kinda thinking of asking her to send me to IMH. I was really depressed cos the only 'friend' that I had was the person with whom I was attached when I specifically stated in the form that I didn't want to be attached with her, cos I know, me and her can never get along.  So, I was really, really depressed that luckily it was a Friday, if not, I would have taken a sick leave the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't talk until I finally gave in to Kak Ain and Kak Emily's request to befriend her again. So, I apologise to her just a few days before Hari Raya (why must it always be me to apologise first even though I'm not in the wrong). So, after that, it's okay until the day her group had to present their Safety and Environmental Management assignment. She was standing up for an idiot who didn't know what she was doing and the thing was, she should know the fact cos she was attached to the same department as me (not the idiot). What more, she was even trying to make me looked like a fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I may sound pathetic by posting all of the above now, but I have to make clear why me and that person could never be friends again... So, that's all... I don't care anymore bout what others think of me as long as I am clear of who I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114101103346749329?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114101103346749329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114101103346749329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114101103346749329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114101103346749329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/itp-storylol.html' title='The ITP story...lol'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114100817695674374</id><published>2006-02-27T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:42:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...............................</title><content type='html'>Yawnnnnnnnnnn........................ I know it's been like what, 2 weeks or less since I've updated my blog... The truth is I'm tired, not because I was crying cos I was hurt from reading someone's blog... No, no, no. To be honest, I was quite surprised that she really read thru my blog and pick up points of what I wrote, analyse them and comment bout them in her blog... Was I angry when I read her blog? Hell, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired as in my brains are tired from this silly feud that someone in my class started... (See I'm not mentioning name cos I'm not that cold as to make some people cry...). To be honest, I don't really know what the feud's all about, but what I know is that I don't like to see people take advantage of the people that I called friends... Giving them 10 bucks in coins... Do you think it's that funny? How do you feel when I did the same to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, alrite... I don't want to quarrel with some people anymore, but with some, it's beyond repairs. I don't wanna see their faces anymore... I'm sure no-one knows what happened during my ITP, cos nobody's have ever hear my side of story and I didn't give out the full details. So, today, I'll post 3 updates, this, one for the ITP story, and another one - you'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114100817695674374?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114100817695674374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114100817695674374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114100817695674374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114100817695674374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/yawn.html' title='Yawn...............................'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114007481879535265</id><published>2006-02-16T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:33:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to the skull...</title><content type='html'>Haha... One day until 3 entries... Then, post stupid comments on me mates' blogs... Well, what to do? I'm so freaking bored...*sigh* Didn't wanna go home early cos nothing to do... Studying? Later on, or even tomorrow - one hour b4 the paper, then only start studying... Oh fuck! The airconditioning in the library is too freaking cold... Brrrr..... I'm freezing... Logged on to the official pcd website, but no one to talk to, due to the time difference and none of the dolls are online....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... Just remember a part of their song which I can dedicate to The Retards... To The Retards, I 'love' you guys so I'm dedicating the next few lines to you... Muah... *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You got a problem with my space? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get your look out of my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Coz I've had it with your lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're pretty damn close to being unfine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cuz everything you do makes you look like a fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't those few lines describe them? Ooh, I love that song... To The Retards - maybe you should use that song as your theme... The title of the song is............................FLIRT!!! Haha, totally describing you guys... Always flirting around... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Gotta start looking for some more songs that totally describe you bumbling idiots... Ooh, here are some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Shut Up - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I Hate Everything About You - 3 Days Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This line from The Road I'm On by 3 Doors Down :- What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong, Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong(remind me to buy the third album - I love those guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;From Better Do Better by Hard-Fi - Your face makes me want to be sick, Ah yeah it's a physical reaction... You'd better leave cos you see I can't, Won't be blamed for my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha ha... There are other songs that can be used to describe them, but why waste my time... Stupid cracks... 'Cher, how do this? How to do that? Haiyah, 'Cher, what's the format of the paper? Where would this topic come out? 'Cher, do you have the latest paper? (Of course not, you idiot)... Stop your fucking whining. Your voice is irritating and I swear if I have to hear your whining voice again, I'm gonna kill you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, not really... Don't wanna to go to jail or got hanged for them.... Why sacrifice myself for them? Yawn, I'm so sleepy... Ooh, just realised that I'm sounding more and more like those fucking bitches.... Ooh here, ooh there... Hahahaha... No way, man!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minahs and mats - you might as well get rid of yourselves to spare me the anger and digust that's been building up inside me, for you guys. Get a life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ah Bengs and Ah Lians - refer to the above line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For the Indian equivalent - refer to the two lines above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man! Got a crazy dude here, in the library... He's laughing alone and loudly. People are asking him to shut up by doing this - shhhhhhhh.... Aarghhh, my back's killing me. Been sitting in this hard chair for aboout, hmm, 4 hours... Just remember, my wrist were hurting while doing the Port Planning paper. Got to ask my mum for dosh to go for X-ray... Blahblahblahblahblah... Was thinking of giving up just now while doing the paper, cos like I said, my wrist was killing me... Gonna miss this skool, the library, the labs, the lecturers, the tonnes of clones here, me mates and last, but not least, The Retards (yeah right)... Ha ha, I'm rambling right now, bout nothing. Gotta stop now cos the pain's back... Adios, amigos, berambus... hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life is short - enjoy it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114007481879535265?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114007481879535265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114007481879535265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114007481879535265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114007481879535265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/bored-to-skull.html' title='Bored to the skull...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114006796232884179</id><published>2006-02-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:32:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me favourite words</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... Like I've promised... Here are some of me fave words.... Be warned - most of them are swear words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;freaking (this or that) - when I'm not pissed off or in a good mood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fuck - when I'm pissed. 'Sides, it's a universal word...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bumbling idiots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the retards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bugger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;arseholes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.... That's it for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satisfied?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114006796232884179?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114006796232884179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114006796232884179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114006796232884179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114006796232884179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-favourite-words.html' title='Me favourite words'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-114006755165474638</id><published>2006-02-16T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:26:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk, tsk, tsk....</title><content type='html'>Was reading weirdo's blog, and I pity you, man... Note to weirdo - ignore those bumbling idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... Didn't know that we're a clan... Isk, isk, isk... I see us more as a gang of friends who are close and share the common interest......condemning you dumbos and making fun of you idiots... Don't lie, I'm sure you idiots do that too... Oh c'mon idiots! Grow up! Don't be that fucking immature bitches that you are... You're going to be 20 (one of you 21, can vote some more) and don't think that you're in secondary school... Ha ha... Friend, don't friend... Note to you idiots - Grow Up! Grow Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... Finished me paper early and went to the toilet (alone... and I didn't like it) and when I wanted to exit, guess who I saw? Miss Pockmarked.... Ooh, that's scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, 1 more day to go... After that R.I.P. DMTM 3A/21 of the year 2005-2006... No more bumbling idiots!!! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, couldn't do my paper cos I have to sit according to the serial number. And when that happens, I get so bloody pissed off!!!!! Have to sit near bumbling idiots, so maybe that's why me can't do the paper... I'm becoming brainless lik dem... See my English is degrading... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-114006755165474638?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/114006755165474638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=114006755165474638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114006755165474638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/114006755165474638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk, tsk, tsk....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113999393168992939</id><published>2006-02-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:01:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retards....</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahaha... I'm going to dedicate this post to the 'coolest' gang in my class - The Retards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhh, first there was three and now they have grown to five!!! Oooh, I 'love' them... Yeah right. They are the most obnoxious idiots that I've seen... Keep saying, "Cher, why must do this, why must do that?" Note to The Retards - Go and Fuck Yourselves... Hahahahaha, no, better go and kill yourself to save Singapore from having to deal with people like you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone watch the movie, Mean Girls? Well, they have this 'cool' gang, The Plastics. We, too, have them... They're called...............(fanfare please) The Retards!!! Please give a round of applause to them. Yeah!!! But, The Retards are ugly, compared to The Plastics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you need to join The Retards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose your brain and be brainless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draw pockmarks on your face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear skimpy clothing, like you're goin to the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having big boobs or big butts is not a requirement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for reduction of boobs or butt if you have big butt or boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep asking the lecturer stupid questions with an irritaing, high-pitched voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be bitchy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm... What else?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, The Retards have their own and personal nickname,,, When they were three, their nickname was 3NBAs - 3 No Boobs, No Brains, No Butt Arseholes. But since they have gained two new members, they are now called The Retards, or like weirdo likes to call them, The Turtles... Personally, I like the name The Retards (thanks to Liza...). May God bless the guys that are going to be their husbands. Or maybe, they won't get married at all... Ha ha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless The Retards!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.S. I will post my favourite words, but not now... Yeah, I know I promised to do that, but, can't you wait?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life is short - enjoy it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113999393168992939?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113999393168992939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113999393168992939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113999393168992939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113999393168992939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/retards.html' title='The Retards....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113989779296235651</id><published>2006-02-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:16:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Cold?</title><content type='html'>Was wondering if I'm quite cold cos was thinking bout my late grandma's funeral, then I realise that I didn't cry at her funeral or even when I found out that she's already passed away...  I only cried when I found out that she was in her last stage of the cancer. Didn't even feel any sadness when I found out when my dad was involved in an accident when I was Sec 1... Even went to my basketball training on that day as if as nothing had happened.When my mum was admitted to hospital last year, I was not that worried and didn't went to visit her at the hospital as much as I should. Even if I were to go to the hospital, most of the time I would sit at the lift lobby cos going into the ward kinda make me sick in my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, am I that freaking cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can be mean at times, but that's maybe because of all these principles dat I have. Like I want to try to trust people, but I can't. Maybe, that's because both of my parents keep promising stuffs that they never did deliver...And also because maybe I've never have any close friends... Since young, my classmates always treat me as a freak cos I don't behave like the fucking bitches that they were. So, yeah, they thought that I was weird. Maybe, I am weird. I like stuffs that most people don't like... So what?! I love to be different from others instead of being clones of other people, just like most of the people in my class... Luckily, the people that I usually hang out with, are not like that. Phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I don't even know what I'm thinking about, don't know why I did certain things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113989779296235651?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113989779296235651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113989779296235651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113989779296235651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113989779296235651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-cold.html' title='Am I Cold?'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113938920838953155</id><published>2006-02-08T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:00:08.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb arses....</title><content type='html'>Was doing revision during Maritime Personnel Management and Capt Ho was going thru the slides that are important. He even wrote down what was important, but these brainless idiots keep asking stupid question... I got so pissed off that I just screamed, "Shut Up!!!" in Malay... They're really getting on my nerves... Never mind, two more days to go. Next week - won't see them dat much. Phew! Luckily, if not I'm going to go mad (as in crazy). Then I realised that that Bulldog was looking at me in a pissed off manner. That Sarah told me... To be honest, I don't give a fuck if she's not happy... Wooo... As if I give a fuck if she's not happy with me... Ha ha... Bumbling idiots... Yeah, next entry will be on my current favourite words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... I'm bored rite now... Boo hoo... Oh yeah! What have I learned today? Liza taught me that I should not criticise retarded people (those three idiots). They retarded?! More like no brains at all... Okay... Me dunno what to write anymore... So, I'm finished for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Life is short - enjoy it!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113938920838953155?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113938920838953155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113938920838953155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113938920838953155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113938920838953155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/dumb-arses.html' title='Dumb arses....'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113931286330194713</id><published>2006-02-07T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:49:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My motto...</title><content type='html'>Yeah... I've came up with my motto... Are you ready for it? Well, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is short - enjoy it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Learned my lesson after I found out my grandma was dying of breast cancer... By that time, it was already too late to try to appreciate what she have done for me. Now, I live day by day. If I were to plan something, it's only until the week ahead or the month ahead. I still don't know what to do with my life. Which is like sad. Most of my mates already have plans on what they wanna do, but not me. I have this mentality of enjoying life cos you never know when you're going to die. It could be today, tomorrow, next week... You'll never know when you're going up to heaven or hell, unless if you're God or his helpers... Oh crap... I'm starting to write rubbish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was reminiscing bout my secondary school life and was thinking bout this stupid bitch whom, I've just realised that she's like Bulldog... Well, what happened was I said to her that I thought this junior was quite pretty. It's not that I'm homo or anything... It's just a comment, but she took it as if I like that girl and went on to tell the whole world. She even went and told that girl. Hence I was known as a lesbian... So, I didn't do anything bout it but just played along with dat rumours and only then, I realised people can't be trusted. Up till now, I can't trust people, not even my close friends. It was like my trick to know whom I can trust and whom I can't. So, in Sec 4, I told this stupid, fucking irrittating bitch, who was two years my junior that I had a dream bout her girl and thought that she was cute (She's freaking ugly by the way... Her bro was my primary school friend). What I told her was not true of course, it's just a trick to know if she can be trusted... And true enough, she can't cos that girl asked me if it was true that I like her... Ha ha... Even if I was a guy, I would not even be interested in her... She's so freaking ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really have to make this clear. I am straight... It's just that growing up, I hang out too much with my guy friends that at times, I do think like them... Who wouldn't if they keep saying that this girl is hot or dat girl is ugly... I like hanging out with them cos they treat me as one of the guys. If I were to hang out with the gals, most of the time, they would be talking bout fashion which I'm not interested in... And they do kinda treat me differently cos I'm a tomboy and not like them, acting like a fucking bitch... Thank God, that the mates that I have now are not like that... I have such good time hanging with this 5, that I'm gonna miss them when we graduate... Also, not forgeting those peeps in my FYP group and some who are not in... Thanks guys for all the good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113931286330194713?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113931286330194713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113931286330194713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113931286330194713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113931286330194713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-motto.html' title='My motto...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113850850658350533</id><published>2006-01-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:21:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requirements to be a member of the Pussycat Dolls</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored right now so my mind keep coming with stupid crazy stuff... Besides, I'm down with fever so, I can't go out. Hence, the creation of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading that the Pussycat Dolls Lounge are looking for people, so, I was thinking, "Hmm... Maybe, I can help these people who are goin' for the audition, to not make a fool of themselves..." Ok, here's what you need to be  a member of the Pussycat Dolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must have very long hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must have big boobs and big butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be stick thin (not really).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must have a sexy body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must know how to dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be able to sing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must have a nice and pretty face. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be able to fit in the performing costumes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be able to continue your routine on stage even though there's a possibility that there might be a wardrobe malfunction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrite.... That's about it for the moment. Damn, I sounded as if I'm not 'straight' by posting this... Ha ha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113850850658350533?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113850850658350533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113850850658350533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113850850658350533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113850850658350533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/01/requirements-to-be-member-of-pussycat.html' title='Requirements to be a member of the Pussycat Dolls'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113850722112737955</id><published>2006-01-29T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:00:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers! Fuck Off!!!</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that some idiots are spamming my blog under the comments part, with promotion of stuff... No, I don't want to join it or buy them... So, please fuck off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And, please stop asking me to read your blog cos I dunno you and to me, it's like intruding into your privacy... So, please stop asking me to read your blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113850722112737955?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113850722112737955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113850722112737955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113850722112737955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113850722112737955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/01/spammers-fuck-off.html' title='Spammers! Fuck Off!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113825847684864285</id><published>2006-01-26T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:01:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People...</title><content type='html'>Ok... So what if I like to listen to my music loud?! It's none of your freaking problem so, don't keep asking me to lower down the volume of my headphones cos I can't enjoy the cd if I don't put up the volume! By the way, the one who would be having problem, would be me, not you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my friendster profile yesterday and gasp, it seems someone shitty just viewed my profile... Never mind, I feel so fucking honoured that you guys took the time to viewed my profile and maybe my friendster blog...and maybe not finishing up your FYP powerpoint in time... Ha ha... Instead of completing your powerpoint, you used the time to check on what others have to say bout you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tuesday was an unlucky day for me. Here's why... First of all, I cut my left palm. Some part of the skin just came off when I tried to open my Coke bottle which was screwed tight and have a sharp edge around the cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I missed Melody from the Pussycat Dolls when she came online on pcdmusic.com, by a few minutes or seconds. I was already logged on but I wasn't on the website cos I was busy completing my powerpoint slides for my FYP. This is all my group mates fault... If they have not keep on checking on me and bugging me to concentrate on the powerpoint, maybe I have the chance to talk to her. Arses! Treating me like small kid even thought I do produce the stuff that they wanted and finishing it way before some of them, by doing it my own way - surfing the net and doing the FYP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113825847684864285?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113825847684864285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113825847684864285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113825847684864285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113825847684864285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-113784130712786703</id><published>2006-01-21T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:01:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back with more of my acid tongue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually thinking of killing this stupid blog cos like nobody's reading it but then, think back bout it, and nah... I want to revive it back to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wat's been up with my life? Well, I've grown to like The Pussycat Dolls (they're  fucking great), I'm becoming more bolder to the five bitches in my class and, much more weirder and crazier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the nickname for the five bitches - the 3NBAs and the 2 dogs... 3 NBAs stands for No Boobs, No Brains, No Butts Arseholes... and the two dogs are Chihuahua and Bulldog... I'm sure you know who they are, but if you don't, you can always ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm back, people!!! Back with more bullshit... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out and in the words of Ashley from the Pussycat Dolls - &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let The Music Set You Free (L.T.M.S.Y.F.)&lt;/span&gt;... Haha, I can get sued (maybe) if she knows that I'm using her motto... Hmm... Who cares?! (Even though she's one of my fave doll...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-113784130712786703?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/113784130712786703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=113784130712786703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113784130712786703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/113784130712786703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead...'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112632421548165998</id><published>2005-09-10T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:50:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem (if I can call it that)</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem that I've created in like 15 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaters, cheaters&lt;br /&gt;Copying other people papers&lt;br /&gt;Just so that they can pass&lt;br /&gt;Without a care for other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their integrity gone&lt;br /&gt;And their pride disintegrating&lt;br /&gt;They copied&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted once&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted twice&lt;br /&gt;I copied once&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;They asked&lt;br /&gt;Should we tell the lecturers&lt;br /&gt;Or should we just not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the world today&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere there are paper chasers&lt;br /&gt;Just so&lt;br /&gt;They can boast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People want to make big money&lt;br /&gt;(Who wouldn't?)&lt;br /&gt;Without giving a damn&lt;br /&gt;To what they do to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's a variation, written by Karen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cheaters, cheaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Copying in the tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To pass their papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And be one of the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With their integrity gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And their pride disintegrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Conscience seems none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As results is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was tempted once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was tempted twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally... I cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My heart miss a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Remorse comes fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It will be the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Justice we must hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but, what can we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Should the lecturers be told?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No, we don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's the world today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Certificate holders have the say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chasing positions above coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just so, they can boast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've never expected Karen to be someone who can write a poem until she told me she took Literature in secondary school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112632421548165998?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112632421548165998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112632421548165998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112632421548165998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112632421548165998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/09/poem-if-i-can-call-it-that.html' title='A poem (if I can call it that)'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112453156987737053</id><published>2005-08-18T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:52:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Clouds</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! 33 more days to Song for Lovers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I'm gonna write bout these two bitches in my class. I don't know what's wrong with them but they are treating me, as if as I pissed them off. For all that I know, I did nothing to Pinky but she just snapped at me yesterday. For Brain, ha, she's a bitch. Last Thursday, her group's presentation, she and another idiotic moron, YX, 'shot' me down in front of the whole class. It's not as if as they're right! I told them it's not because of the tired mate but the management, and they shot back that even though the Safe Manning Cert stated that there should two person keeping watch, it doesn't mean that two people have to keep watch at the same time. Hmm... Hello!!! I was attached to the manning dept of MPA, so I should know better. That Brain too was attached to the same dept and she should know, but, noooo!!! She tried to be sarcastic to me even. That's what they said - they don't know their stuff, so, that's why they tried to bullshit their way out! Ha ha... Your problem, not my problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to these two, Pinky and the Brain (hopefully you guys know whom I'm tak=lking about). I don't know what's your problem, but if you guys don't wanna talk to me, so be it then! I don't give a damn anymore and I'm totally tired of the two of you's attitude. Moreover, you guys are totally immature and totally lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That kinda remind me of a Liberty X song... It's titled No Clouds and it's a great song. Totally describing what I'm feeling right now... Ha ha... Like Jessica of Liberty X told me, "Keep your chin up and don't let anyone get you down!" Ha ha... I'm like the luckiest person in the world rite now!!! Well, here's the lyrics to No Clouds, which was written by 4 of them - Kevin, Jessica, Kelli and Tony, with another songwriter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Clouds – Liberty X&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Kelli] Oooh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Woke up this morning, opened up my curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What do I see but a lovely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sun shining down, no sign of the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't wanna go to work, cos I got to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Call all my peeps and head for the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Do a whole lot of nothing all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I don't care about no 9 to 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Right here's where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Tony] And I gotta a funny feeling that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things are gonna go my way, oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Chorus] Ain't gonna be no clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hanging over my head no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I can see is sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No way I'm holding onto yesterday no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living for today I don't care 'bout tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Jessica] There was a time when you would always would deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You were sly you were hiding things from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Believing every lie, never listened to my own mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've opened my eyes, now I really see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Without you here the way is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Live my life the way I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All that matters is right here, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My life's ahead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Kevin] Now I ain't gonna worry about the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This day is mine, Whoa whoa whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Chorus] Ain't gonna be no clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hanging over my head no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I can see is sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No way I'm holding onto yesterday no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living for today I don't care 'bout tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ain't gonna be no clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hanging over my head no more (be no clouds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I can see is sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No way I'm holding onto yesterday no more (all I see is sunshine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living for today I don't care 'bout tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Rap]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Jessica]Ain't gonna be no clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I got myself a positive mentality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm Miss Congeniality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thinking about the things that I'd like to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you were in my life, I never got the chance to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It was hard for me to see I only needed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your negativity made me think&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn’t be what I wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But now that I'm freeI realised that my life is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is my own time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Kevin] Don't care…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Chorus] Ain't gonna be no clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hanging over my head no more (gonna be no clouds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I can see is sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that (the way I'm holding on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No way I'm holding onto yesterday no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living for today I don't care 'bout tomorrow (never no more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ain't gonna be no clouds(no clouds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hanging over my head no more (no clouds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I can see is sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that (I know for sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No way I'm holding onto yesterday no more (I'm holding onto yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living for today I don't care 'bout tomorrow (don't care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ain't gonna be no clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hanging over my head no more (no more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I can see is sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that (ain’t gonna be no clouds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No way I'm holding onto yesterday no more (no more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living for today I don't care 'bout tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112453156987737053?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112453156987737053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112453156987737053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112453156987737053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112453156987737053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-clouds.html' title='No Clouds'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112392223047230575</id><published>2005-08-14T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:46:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, like I said in my previous post... Here's the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greed - Liberty X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How much do you really want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you had it would it really solve your problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you realise the pain it causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Struggling for something you may never get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How much would you sacrifice if I told you I could change your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You don't have to take on my advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't do something that you might regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How much do you really need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it justified or is it greed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you satisfy your vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you get to where you think you wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How much is it gonna take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will you see it through or will you break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cos in the end what will you have to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When all you have are your possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greed becomes your main obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If what you want ain't what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've become a victim of your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How much do you really feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can you recognise when something's real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you live your life by fake ideals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you think that one day you will get the chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What happens if you don't achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will it be enough if you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You can just rely on destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't you know your fate is in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How much is enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you reach the top what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will you look around for something new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without the destination will you carry on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will you try day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pretend you don't hear what they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would you do if all your pride was gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When all you have are your possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greed becomes your main obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If what you want ain't what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've become a victim of your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cos material possessions ain't the world (Ain't the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nobody ever bought you happiness with diamonds or pearls (Diamonds or pearls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've gotta look at things for what they really are (What they really are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or you'll find yourself wanting more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Going way too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When all you have are your possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greed becomes your main obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If what you want ain't what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've become a victim of your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If what you want ain't what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've become a victim of your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When all you have are your possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greed becomes your main obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If what you want ain't what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You've become a victim of your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just take it slowly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's a really great song and quite inspiring too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... It's now 37 more days to Song For Lovers, their new single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112392223047230575?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112392223047230575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112392223047230575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112392223047230575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112392223047230575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/08/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112364938141295321</id><published>2005-08-10T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:40:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself &amp; I</title><content type='html'>I think, today, I will talk about myself cos I'm sick and tired of people making me out to be someone whom I'm really not. I can be quite a schizophrenic at times. One moment, sad, another, happy, and another moment, pissed off. Ha ha... That's just so me... I'm not really like other people. I can be quite a weirdo and a bit eccentric at times. Also, I'm a bit of a short fuse and I get mad easily. Ha, maybe it's because of my starsign - Gemini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listening and singing along to a Liberty X song - Greed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life can be lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When all you have are your possesions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Greed become your main obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If what you want ain't what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've become a victim of your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This song, basically, is about...hmm...most Singaporeans. Even though some of their actions doesn't look like they are greedy, it does so! Maybe, for my next post, I will post the lyrics to the song and you guys can see that, what the song is describing, can be be seen in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are copying cos they wanted to pass. Isn't that kind of a greed? Their pride and integrity gone, copying other peeps paper just so that they can pass. I know that they wanna pass, c'mon, who wouldn't want to pass... But they don't have to do that! Hmm...I was kinda tempted to copy too, last year, but my integrity say no, so, I didn't!!! Ha ha... I don't care anymore if I pass or fail as long as I didn't copy. We are also not passing or failing on an even playing field, so, what's the use? Really, man!!! The song Greed really describe those peeps who copied and also most Singaporeans!!! Always driven by their greed without giving a fuck to the peeps around 'em!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna comment on this topic, sure, do so, but read my next topic and I'm sure that some of you will totally agree with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112364938141295321?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112364938141295321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112364938141295321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112364938141295321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112364938141295321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-myself-i.html' title='Me, Myself &amp; I'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112332389348112112</id><published>2005-08-07T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:24:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message from my fave member from my fave band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/31/883/1600/lx013zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/31/883/320/lx013zi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what Jessica from Liberty X posted, replying to my msg that I posted on the Liberty X's forum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="21997"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jessica Liberty XGuest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libertyx.co.uk/board/viewtopic.php?p=21997#21997"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:28 pm Post subject: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libertyx.co.uk/board/posting.php?mode=quote&amp;amp;p=21997"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kevin and I both remember you! The best address to send anything to is Hyperactive Music Management, 41 Regatta Point, 38 Kew Bridge Road, London TW8 0EB. Please try to keep your chin up and don't let anyone get you down! Hopefully one day we will be back in Singapore so look out for us! Lots of love xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm damn happy... It's great that your fave band reply to your message, so, that's why I really love Liberty X!!!&lt;br /&gt;She really lift my spirit, after me being pissed off with the class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112332389348112112?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112332389348112112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112332389348112112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112332389348112112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112332389348112112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/08/message-from-my-fave-member-from-my.html' title='A Message from my fave member from my fave band'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112287357076359067</id><published>2005-07-23T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:25:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Loving Memory of Panky (?-2005)</title><content type='html'>I lost my best friend yesterday at about 2340 hours and today, in the morning, buried him at Sembawang, near a mosque and the sea. I was carrying him in my arms when he went. I will miss him, his tricks, everything bout him. He has been sick for about 3 days, not eaten for 3 days, and he keep vomitting. Couldn't send him to the vet though, cos my mum does not have enough money yet (the other time, he was sick, it cost us bout 300 bucks). He was suffering from the same illness - bladder stones. I think it's better now cos he's put out of his pain cos we don't know when my mum's cheque will arrive. He's been like the kid brother that I've always wanted (have a younger brother but he's a jerk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda pissed off today cos I just wanted to finish the paper and go home, but the stupid class keep making jokes. I think SH and SP realised that I was in a foul mood cos I make a comment (not to them though) and they kinda turned and looked at me... Aargh!!! Life kinda sucks right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112287357076359067?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112287357076359067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112287357076359067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112287357076359067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112287357076359067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-loving-memory-of-panky-2005.html' title='In The Loving Memory of Panky (?-2005)'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112080540630587357</id><published>2005-07-09T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:57:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally, totally pissed off!!!</title><content type='html'>Had a really crappy day today. I really hate it when someone talks about a topic that concerns me, in front of me in other language that I don't understand. If they have a problem with me, they can just tell me straight to my face, instead of bitching bout it, in front of me and in chinese!!! Ha, they thought that I don't understand, but baby, after hanging out with Chinese frens for so many years, don't think that I don't know what you guys are talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I like to disturb pple but I've been like that since I was a kid. Anyway, you can't take life too seriously cos life is short. You've got to live your life to the fullest, baby! Different people have their own ways of enjoying life. I like to disturb people and you like to read comics.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I wasn't even making noise. So, what's your problem?!!! Don't put the blame on me when it's not my fault! I especially hate it when people raise their voice at me when I didn't even irritate them. And I was disturbing Karen and WH, and not you! So, mind your own damn business cos I wasn't disturbing you... It's not my fault that you can't concentrate. I don't know what's wrong with you but you kinda have this fits everytime the ICA is nearing. You really pisses me off and you make it worst when you raised your voice and ask if I wanna go home. If not , you're going home... Well, you know what? I don't care cos this is the last straw. I won't let anybody put me down or raise their voice at me for no fucking reasons!!! I won't talk to you until... I don't know... maybe, never again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112080540630587357?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112080540630587357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112080540630587357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112080540630587357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112080540630587357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/07/totally-totally-pissed-off.html' title='Totally, totally pissed off!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-112072690965865170</id><published>2005-07-08T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:01:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Confused</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey, hey! I know it's been awhile dat I last updated... Well here I am...&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally confused to who are my real friends... I know I've been hanging with this 7 people from yr 1 but from what I know that gang is breaking up... It started from me drifting off, and now i heard that Pinky (small) &amp; the Brain (big) is also drifting away, with Brain telling me that the other 5 are hypocrites...&lt;br /&gt;I also kinda find myself becoming more closer with these two and somehow I kinda feel bad dat I don't talk much to the friends dat have been helping me to become a better a person after I've stopped hanging with those 7 pple... This kinda shucks cos i really enjoy hanging with them but sometimes I just don't understand what they're saying...&lt;br /&gt;And everyone in my class are changing. Some becoming from bad to worse, and some, totally gone case.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to class today cos I was still pissed off over what happened yesterday... As you know HT was in my group for Jukka's assignment and she's kinda pissed off dat Johnathan kinda thought he's finished his job. The thing dat really pisses me off was dat she complained to Angeline but not to me, the designated team leader. We were all in atrain and I was right in front of her, but she didn't want to complain to me... the thing was I kinda understand a bit so I just stand near the door and looked away... When we were heading to Yew tee, I asked Angeline and she told me dat HT was kinda saying dat Hasreen is not doing anything and why I don't do this, do that... Fuck man! I was there, wasn't I? She could have just said it to my face! And here I am, thinking that she's not that at all... Ha ha. Now my opinion won't change! HT, you are a fucking bitch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-112072690965865170?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/112072690965865170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=112072690965865170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112072690965865170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/112072690965865170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-confused.html' title='So Confused'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111727406695127060</id><published>2005-05-29T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T17:54:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Ha,ha! My birthday just passed and I'm 19... What really made my birthday even better was logging on to the Liberty X forum and seeing my fave Liberty x posting... She even posted an update for the fans when I was in the forum... Yeah! Reading her post makes my day (which is really crappy cos I have not slept for two days now) better! Yeah, baby! Can't wait for their new single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my birthday! Just spend it at home, not being able to sleep and playing the playstation, listening to my fave band... Aww, shucks! Skool starts this Monday! Be back with a new haircut too. Can't wait to see everybody (Yeah, right! As if!)... Anyway, peace out peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing* Never let them get you down&lt;br /&gt;You've got to turn around and&lt;br /&gt;Find your own way to it&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s up to you&lt;br /&gt;To pull yourself through&lt;br /&gt;All the troubles, it's a struggle&lt;br /&gt;But be strong and you'll do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111727406695127060?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111727406695127060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111727406695127060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111727406695127060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111727406695127060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111666876965405280</id><published>2005-05-22T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:46:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Aww sux.... Me birthday is coming and ha ha, nobody can sabotage me... I'm sure no one remembers me birthday also... Oh man... 1 more wk to skool re-open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111666876965405280?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111666876965405280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111666876965405280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111666876965405280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111666876965405280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-birthday.html' title='Me birthday!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111545961024749864</id><published>2005-05-07T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:57:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another inspirng song by Liberty X!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's a song by my most favourite band in the world... It's a rather inspiring song which inspired me to don't give a damn bout what others have to say about me and prove everyone wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never Give Up – Liberty X Ooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jessica] We were looking round&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the right time&lt;br /&gt;Everybody saying&lt;br /&gt;‘Careful what you do,&lt;br /&gt;You've got everything to prove’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Michelle] They were saying&lt;br /&gt;‘You gotta do it now cos if you don't,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're gonna fade away&lt;br /&gt;You gotta listen to what we say&lt;br /&gt;Gotta realise you don't know the game like I do’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All] We drew the line (we drew the line)&lt;br /&gt;Used our own minds (used our own minds)&lt;br /&gt;Chose not to take their advice&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know (oh whoa),&lt;br /&gt;Which way to go (oh whoa)&lt;br /&gt;So we just followed the signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All] Never let them get you down&lt;br /&gt;You've got to turn around and&lt;br /&gt;Find your own way to it&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s up to you&lt;br /&gt;To pull yourself through&lt;br /&gt;All the troubles, it's a struggle&lt;br /&gt;But be strong and you'll do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All] Never let them get you down&lt;br /&gt;You've got to turn around and&lt;br /&gt;Find your own way to it&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s up to you&lt;br /&gt;To pull yourself through&lt;br /&gt;All the troubles, it's a struggle&lt;br /&gt;But be strong and you'll do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;All my life, I feel as if people are looking down on me... When I got my O levels results, some of my so-called mates were surprised that I even passed and get into a poly... Ha, ha... Lesson learnt here people - Don't ever try to look down on me cos I will just prove you wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm really grateful cos I've a best friend whom is still in contact with me, and I'm also grateful that I have such wonderful friends in poly. If not for them, I don't think I can even study hard for me exams... It turns out that I stop mixing with the old friends, just in time for studying... Yeah, thanks to Annie, Angeline, Kang Yan, Wan Hua, Sharon, Bernard and Siok Huang, I've passed my exams... Thanks people... I would also thanks my "old friends" such as Schenelle, Tabitha, Sarah, Saliha and Liza for being true friends - I still mix out with you guys still, except for sometimes, when a certain somebody is with you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111545961024749864?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111545961024749864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111545961024749864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111545961024749864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111545961024749864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-inspirng-song-by-liberty-x.html' title='Another inspirng song by Liberty X!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111304013525574048</id><published>2005-04-10T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:50:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Well, as many of you know, we are having a break... So, maybe, no post for these two months, but don't be surprise if you see me posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty X Rules!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111304013525574048?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111304013525574048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111304013525574048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111304013525574048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111304013525574048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111201074028979662</id><published>2005-03-29T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:53:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Life</title><content type='html'>This is a song by a Finnish band, The Rasmus, which to me, is kinda meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In My Life - The Rasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feel the heat below my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have to go no time to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can't believe the things you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Turn my head and walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You make me sick you make me nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Times are gone when you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is the one and seize the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Times are gone for honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"My victory is your defeat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh can't you see you've been mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/strong&gt;In my life I decide and it turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How I am, how I live, who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In my way, I feel strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And it turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In my life, I decide, I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All you do, you can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's waste of time, waste of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can I suggest that you invest in something more than hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before you know, the ride is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/strong&gt;In my life I decide and it turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How I am, how I live, who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In my way, I feel strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And it turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In my life, I decide, I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you, it's up to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The record shows that you're dead but you're still living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every time you have died you have been given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another chance to fix up your bad attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And make a move, it's up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you if you give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's up to you, it's up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give it up, give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wow...There, there. The song is like...so powerful... Ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The chorus is very damn meaningful... Yeah!!! Can't you all feel the power?! I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, people, I just remember to tell all the readers this - What you read here, stays here... Don't go about telling others what I've wrote...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Freedom of speech, people... As long as it's not defamation or slander, the law said it's ok. So, it's okay for me to bullshit cos I'm just an ass... Ha ha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111201074028979662?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111201074028979662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111201074028979662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111201074028979662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111201074028979662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-my-life.html' title='In My Life'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111182595852366356</id><published>2005-03-27T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:35:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is a song by my fave band, Liberty X, from their second album, "Being Somebody", which I can totally relate to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I wrote the book of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And every chapter ends in tears&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fear I've had my share of happiness&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta last me all my years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking in your eyes it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a chance again?&lt;br /&gt;Now suddenly I feel I'm starting over&lt;br /&gt;Like it's time to turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to say&lt;br /&gt;In a better way&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me see&lt;br /&gt;The person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like your destiny is written for you?&lt;br /&gt;And you only play the part?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I believed in fate the moment that I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Your name was written on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking in your eyes I feel a sense of wonder&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a chance again&lt;br /&gt;Now suddenly I feel I'm starting over&lt;br /&gt;It's time to turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to say&lt;br /&gt;In a better way&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me see&lt;br /&gt;The person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby won't you be my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Through the shadows and the light?&lt;br /&gt;Together we can write our dedication in the story of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Story of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me write the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Help me write the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Help me write the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Help me write the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to say&lt;br /&gt;In a better way&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me see&lt;br /&gt;The person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;It's the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to say&lt;br /&gt;In a better way&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me see&lt;br /&gt;The person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me write&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ha ha... I can totally feel the lyrics, man... That's the power of music. So, to all the people out there, who's been asking why I'm so crazy bout Liberty X...well, all I can said is that they gave me the courage to be who I wanna be... In the past, I can be said of as a failure but they gave me this inspiration to get over all those shit and be a somebody, instead of being someone else's clone... Ha ha... There I said it... Look around you... Most likely, you will see lots of 'clones' (I'm not bullshitting you)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, peace out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be original!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111182595852366356?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111182595852366356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111182595852366356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111182595852366356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111182595852366356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111164686502474557</id><published>2005-03-24T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:50:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I don't know if I should go for the cruise... First, I'm not sure if my parents can pay for it... Second, I could be ignored with nobody to talk to... Third, I'm just not sure if I will have a great time... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know... I'm feeling rather depressed and I realised that I've been thinking that it will be great to be dead early than suffer all those shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say what I feel to the pple concerned cos it could make matter worst... I told the gang that I just need a change of environment but, that's not really true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not their fault, but mine... I don't know... I think that they would prefer me not sitting with them rather than sitting with them. There was one time last week, when I sat with them during lunch, (after, I don't know, a few weeks of not sitting with them?), they kinda gave me the feeling that I'm not welcome anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... I guess I should just ignore them and study, study, study... After that, maybe, try to lose contact with them... It's actually not the whole gang, but only some of them... Yeah, maybe some of them will read this and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111164686502474557?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111164686502474557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111164686502474557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111164686502474557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111164686502474557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/03/cruise.html' title='The Cruise'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111155331911576620</id><published>2005-03-24T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:48:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name change</title><content type='html'>Ha ha... I just change the title of my blog cos i want pple to know that i'm still very much fascinated with Liberty X... I don't care wat others wanna said but I do really like Liberty X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, peace out, peeps!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111155331911576620?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111155331911576620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111155331911576620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111155331911576620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111155331911576620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/03/name-change.html' title='Name change'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111155299917410171</id><published>2005-03-24T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:36:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha</title><content type='html'>I kinda feel like I'm a bit of a nutter... Somedays, I could be rather mad, somedays, pissed off, some days sad... Well, some sort of a schizo ( i forgotten the correct spelling)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, what do we have here... A poem! Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, exams, exams...&lt;br /&gt;They're driving pple mad&lt;br /&gt;They're making my mates stressed up&lt;br /&gt;But not me...&lt;br /&gt;Cos life's short&lt;br /&gt;Gotta enjoy life before it's taken away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what I've just written but a friend of mine asked me to crack my artistic side, so... i don't know how to draw but only know how to bullshit... Ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Man, oh man... pple should just learn to calm down...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go... Got my stupid 'interview' to go for and stats ica coming... Yeah! Time for my bullshitting again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111155299917410171?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111155299917410171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111155299917410171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111155299917410171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111155299917410171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/03/ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-111136978831331123</id><published>2005-03-22T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:49:48.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda sick of life and tired of most of the people around me... I don't know, but since coming back from my attachment, I kinda like hate everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hang around with my old gang cos I kinda feel like they don't like me hanging around with them anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, man... I just feel like the whole world is against me and hated me... Maybe, I still can't get over the death of my late grandma... I know it's been like 6 years but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-111136978831331123?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/111136978831331123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=111136978831331123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111136978831331123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/111136978831331123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/03/sick-tired.html' title='Sick &amp; Tired'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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-11069746.post-110931396846812150</id><published>2005-02-26T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:46:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This poem was written during my Financial Management lesson and I was in a rather bad mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgive me if it hurts anyone but there's a freedom in speech...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the teenage years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only full of bitching and lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And people trying to act cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But end up looking like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teenagers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wearing anti-wrinkle cream before they even ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos they're too stressed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As life's just fucked-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teachers and lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to get the students' attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they're just fakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only interested in getting a promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is on a teen's mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being popular and a teacher's pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Others, they don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't even know where to stop at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the moment, that's all I can think of... So, if anybody wants to edit it or add anything to it, feel free to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11069746-110931396846812150?l=blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/feeds/110931396846812150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069746&amp;postID=110931396846812150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/110931396846812150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069746/posts/default/110931396846812150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah7blah2blah7.blogspot.com/2005/02/poem.html' title='A Poem!!!'/><author><name>shithead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15731871448335325968</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></feed>
