<?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-19444134</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:56:38.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to say everything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-3790777868878004179</id><published>2007-08-24T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:22:11.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even worse</title><content type='html'>So today i almost break into an all out fight with Fishy, that punk, cant believe she shout at me until like what to fight like that already, wah if she was a guy we might really ended up blow to blow, its probably at a very shakey stage now. But then again there is that old chinese proverb that say fighting can make friends out of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7Z4ss7lSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NTea9uH-msY/s1600-h/Fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7Z4ss7lSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NTea9uH-msY/s320/Fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102254995952866594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7aPcs7lTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rYDVqKXMaSk/s1600-h/2006-04-08-judah-topper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7aPcs7lTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rYDVqKXMaSk/s320/2006-04-08-judah-topper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102255386794890546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7bVcs7lWI/AAAAAAAAABE/dEMfulTj78w/s1600-h/cats_fighting_102006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7bVcs7lWI/AAAAAAAAABE/dEMfulTj78w/s320/cats_fighting_102006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102256589385733474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7a8ss7lVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wt1spTBmSug/s1600-h/catfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7a8ss7lVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wt1spTBmSug/s320/catfight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102256164183971154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The great battle that never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in general has been pretty stagnant nowadays, i can't believe i'm actually 19 already. This is the point of my life whereby i actually have to drop my lameness .... at least a little, and be more serious. Not to mention i feel more and more different, gosh i've realised being with my class changed me, now i hate to be led around and hate being boss around, and worse of all my temper is getting shorter and shorter, but even worse of all more wilful. Which is very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to blog about, yet so little time. I should probably do a post about my 19th birthday, in sync with last year's birthday. Unbelievable, if you look through my archive you can actually find the previous year's birthday of mine there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later so much has changed, but the more things try to change, the more they try to stay the same. One year ago we're always linking SS to Joey, then things changed and one year later we're back to linking SS to Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man oh man, its rather disappointing our class is what it is, divided and with cracks running through. Cliques as Mrs Yu would say it, even worse mini cliques in the cliques, ridiculous man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-3790777868878004179?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/3790777868878004179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=3790777868878004179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/3790777868878004179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/3790777868878004179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2007/08/even-worse.html' title='Even worse'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/Rs7Z4ss7lSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NTea9uH-msY/s72-c/Fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-7695806211838112329</id><published>2007-06-16T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:51:07.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long time since i updated my blog, i have a lot on my mind recently. We can keep mopping on sadness now can we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about 11:11. 4 consecutive ones. I see them a lot from the past 2 years, sometimes i'll be just talking on MSN and i look at the time on my taskbar and the time reads 11:11. Its not like i'm purposely looking out for the numbers or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lesser degree i also see 3 consecutive numbers like 111,222 and so on. I can probably imagine what my friends are thinking already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What a moron, hes thinking about it way too much". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if there is one thing i learn this year, its too trust yourself more then trusting the opinions of your friend. So now here i am, wondering about the significance of this number, i know that a lot of people experience this too. But what exactly is the point ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through quite a number of sites, and given reasons range from guardian angels to pre-coded genetic passwords. But if there is one thing all this site have in common, it is that all of them seem to recognise 1111 as a symbol of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when i started seeing this numbers, it was back then when i was out to bowling with my friends and i looked at the clock and it read 4:44. Come to think of it i think i saw 444 numerous time before, at that time i thought it was a sign i'm going to die soon. Since 4 in chinese sounds like die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soon other sequences of number appears and now almost everyday i'll always look at the time when its 11:11. Well last night i was walking with a friend at town and a bus pass by  with the number 111. Then i saw a taxi pass by, as you know the number for singapore's taxi ends with 1111.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its happening for 2 years or more already and by now i've got to be pretty stupid with i still think it's a concidence. Hahaha oh and just now Yoet Siang messaged me for vista at exactly 11:11 in the morning hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're experiencing it too, then drop me a comment, i totally need to find people who's experiencing this too =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-7695806211838112329?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/7695806211838112329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=7695806211838112329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/7695806211838112329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/7695806211838112329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2007/06/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-3349976879004745860</id><published>2007-04-21T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T02:54:42.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention: Yoet Siang</title><content type='html'>To my dear friend Yoet Siang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Illegal, including softcore publications such as Playboy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ccessing internet pornography is illegal&lt;/span&gt;. The Media Development Authority (MDA), which regulates internet access in Singapore, requires ISP's to block porn sites on a list of up to 100 pornographic websites they maintain. According to the MDA, this is a symbolic list that focuses on only the most popular porn sites."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_pornography_laws_by_region#Singapore"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-3349976879004745860?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/3349976879004745860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=3349976879004745860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/3349976879004745860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/3349976879004745860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2007/04/attention-yoet-siang.html' title='Attention: Yoet Siang'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-1097138168777363590</id><published>2007-04-17T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:46:28.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well ...</title><content type='html'>Man people these day are so impatient, i where got so long never blog, why i blog all the time, blogging is my life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday school started again, *sigh* just when i was beginning to enjoy the holidays, school has to start again. The previous holiday sucked, i was out all the time with friends or working at Co-op, very few days i actually can kick back and slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since i blogged, i wonder if i still remember how, getting too old for this kind of stuff man. So anyway back to school, well i guess it was great to be back, seeing that whimsical cute broad smile on Aini was really great ! Felicia was catty as usual, Fish was acting fishy, oh oh and Emira has her eyeliners, BX was retarded as usual, KaiLing still has her bouncy curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh how i enjoy bouncing KaiLing's bouncy curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention Aini is now sporting a new hairstyle ? But shes not wearing pants though o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What George thinks about her new hairstyle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/RiRtEXnTWKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RHQYEa39-RA/s1600-h/georgesays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/RiRtEXnTWKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RHQYEa39-RA/s320/georgesays.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054284603642304674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the small things really, its like nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i sit here reflecting on the day, i suddently remember Fish anyhow tell Aini how i called her fat cow and something, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; i hate it when she lies like that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;, she say things like that she never think of how bad it makes me look, if Aini really believed her then i'm going to be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt; up  -.- i want to kill her !!! break her arm and hit her with it or something 12edowejd !Oej 11@Kddkeok 1!e1@E@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/RiRr2XnTWII/AAAAAAAAAAM/tyuwn0PaEh8/s1600-h/arnoldsays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/RiRr2XnTWII/AAAAAAAAAAM/tyuwn0PaEh8/s320/arnoldsays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054283263612508290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel pretty hollow in class these days, relationships in this class is pretty complex, it really drains the soul&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ya know &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Fadhilah today too, isn't it funny how life works ? When secondary school ended i was pretty sure we probably won't cross paths again, i would have never expect to be in the same school as her again, her head seems smaller though, or is it just me ?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hrmm&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and she said she might bake apple pie !! Goddamnit i want some apple pie !! Speaking of apple pies, Felicia's friend Eileen scammed me out of an apple pie, i can't believe she will back out !! Its just one dollar for christ's sake !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its 3:03 Am, but i'm too restless to sleep, so many things to worry about especially the class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh &lt;/span&gt;as i said, relationships are complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it now, the night sure is calm and quiet, strong contrast to the day today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-1097138168777363590?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/1097138168777363590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=1097138168777363590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/1097138168777363590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/1097138168777363590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-well-well.html' title='Well well well ...'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5xul9lDpI3E/RiRtEXnTWKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RHQYEa39-RA/s72-c/georgesays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-116419503387991270</id><published>2006-11-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:30:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a sledgehammer straight to the heart !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116419503387991270?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116419503387991270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116419503387991270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116419503387991270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116419503387991270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahahahahahahahaaaa.html' title='AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-116361263589587472</id><published>2006-11-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:43:55.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@Kartina: Msn troubles</title><content type='html'>@ Kartina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might make no sense to anyone else but kartina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/PWNED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/PWNED.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwned&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116361263589587472?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116361263589587472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116361263589587472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116361263589587472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116361263589587472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/kartina-msn-troubles.html' title='@Kartina: Msn troubles'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-116353157873897910</id><published>2006-11-15T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:12:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Kao</title><content type='html'>So i didn't sleep last last night studying for my accounting CA, which explains why i slept so long just now, i cant believe it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people messaged me just now and i missed it ! Argh !! Its bad enought that i missed Aini's message but i even missed those people i rarely talk to on msn, and probably the worst of all i missed Yuling's message ! Its like once every 1000 years then she come online one time, oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now sitting here thinking about stuff then i realised why Yuling was online ! The bloody project oh my god !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man .... so hungry sia, on the bright side gonna go celebrate Chan meng's birthday tomorrow. But then again that soon seng, tsk, seems to be pretty devasted, what to do what to do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh i still can't believe i missed Aini's message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes on a destructive rampage-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/wakasa_interview_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/wakasa_interview_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116353157873897910?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116353157873897910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116353157873897910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116353157873897910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116353157873897910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/wah-kao.html' title='Wah Kao'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-116306773980365537</id><published>2006-11-09T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:45:01.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMVU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/pick%20up%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/pick%20up%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day i went to download this programme - IMVU, what is IMVU you may ask ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpily say, its a combination of mIRC and MSN messenger and Friendster and 3D Avatars. Unlike most chatting programme, what make this programme more special is it 3D avatars. You can create a virtual representation of you in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels more like an online game to me actually, you can buy new clothing, hairstyle, eyebrow, facial hair and much more for your avatar. Now this is how the company profits. You start with 1000 promo credits which you can spend to get some new clothing for your character instead of looking like a n00b. Needless to say, i browse through the shop to find the best looking threads for my new awesome character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/my%20char.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/my%20char.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My totally awesome non-n00b character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those pale complexion !! Those sew marks on that scrawny body !! Those black lipstick and that totally emo black wing !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the usual buddy list and in addition to those some extra feature. One such feature is a free homepage that is given to you, which is pretty similar to friendster, no really, its like friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to how the company profits, so you see you can buy items for your cute little character. While you can earn free credit, it will eventually run out and you have to pay via chas online. While you can earn credits, its very slow and tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can also spin this lucky slot machine thingy to earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/500%20credits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/500%20credits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMFG I WON 500 CREDITS !!111one11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah so happy sia, now i can finally buy that black cat to complete my overall emo image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/buying%20cat%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/buying%20cat%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my cat, well buying the cat has effectively reduce my credits to 30-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway heres some examples of the programme and various intellectly stimulating converstation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/pervert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/pervert.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As quoted, "im feeling a bit horny so kiss me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i didn't try to seduce her or anything with my character, that "next to you baby" comment was how i would normally reply anyone ! Honest !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she proceeded to kissing me, sobs sobs took away my online character's online first kiss leh, wah liao, online first kiss leh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the gentlemanly emo dude i am, i obviously took the moral path and denied her online sexual agression and counciled her regarding sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/protectedsex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/protectedsex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man am i cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met this other guy and before we know it we were talking about hitler. I told him hitler having only one ball, he then told me Napolean, a famous french emperor had one ball too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all makes sense now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hitler and napolean fused together or something, they will be in their perfect state !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/hehehehee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/hehehehee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see .... what other thingy are there ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/not%20gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/not%20gay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just telling the locals i'm not gay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to let people know you dont ride the ghey ride because you may be dragged into ghey cybersex and you wont realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention out of many people i've talked to, only girls will be interested in talking with me, its like the other male players only want to talk to girl. When i random chatroom and get a guy, it's either both parties are quiet and one eventually leaves, or he asks for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/money%20beggar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/money%20beggar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Guest%20left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Guest%20left.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116306773980365537?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116306773980365537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116306773980365537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116306773980365537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116306773980365537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/imvu.html' title='IMVU'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-116298402459673710</id><published>2006-11-08T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:07:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>OMFG 1!1!1111!!!!1!!!!oneoneone1!!{+1  I JUST NOW WENNT OUT TO DO MY LONER EMO KOOL WALK DEN I C BASITAH BUT SHE TOLLLD ME FADHILALALALALALLA JUST LEFT 0MFG I COULD HAVE SAW FADZILLA OMG !11!!1!!!ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116298402459673710?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116298402459673710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116298402459673710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116298402459673710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116298402459673710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-116297913911330233</id><published>2006-11-08T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:48:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergedgergr</title><content type='html'>This has gotta be the worse day over, feeling pretty down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up pretty early like 7 am or so and went to school, knowing i'll be late anyway i made my way there slowly. As expected i was late and was caught outside the gate. After a short while it's time to go in stand there wait for assembly to over, then i went to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf ?&lt;/span&gt;", how come i don't see anyone from my class ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, today lesson begins at 9, later then usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later i meet up with the rest and went to class - late. Mr tang was like"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah i so happy today see you so early come, but then how come you still late for my class&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i continue typing i just want to say damn am i hungry now or what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i think i'm going all emo, saw some guy whole like a hell lot like me from the back. Seeing him walking around, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holy crap&lt;/span&gt; it was like looking at myself, although he only looked like me from the back, same&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; loser aura + 5&lt;/span&gt;. Low class guy eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was with his girlfriend, i guess they suit each other. As i heard Mrs yu say today in class, men dang wu due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry now, very hungry. I don't feel like doing anything. Where is that kartina anyway,  i feel like pwning her on msn as i always do. Aini lavigne is never online too, speaking of her, that reminds me, i haven't seen Fadhilah online in a while too. I wonder what happened to her and where she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like when i want something i don't get it, when i don't want it however i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ice lemon tea, i have a while bottle in the fridge but i don't feel like drinking it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday however i wanted to drink one but didn't have on in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116297913911330233?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116297913911330233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116297913911330233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116297913911330233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116297913911330233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ergedgergr.html' title='ergedgergr'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-116280004543618103</id><published>2006-11-06T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:44:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FVWEFVWEIFVNEIN</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha, seriously some people likes to make a volcano out of an anthill, so overly dramatic, spreading rumors saying i haven't been updating my blog for ages ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where got ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only haven't been blogging for a short little while and suddently its like someone's father died or something. You've gotta realise i have other commitments in life like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm......*Clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....other commitments like .. er....well..there is a lot of ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errmmm.....i've got things like ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernmm ...err .......hrmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; OMFG WTF HEY LOOK AT THIS PICTURE 1!!1!!1!+1 LOL 1!!22!~`!1!11!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BXpigged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BXpigged.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway as i was saying i am going to lend Fish my handphone tomorrow, which really worries me, as we all know fish is very absent-minded, she even forgot her wallet in Macdonalds this morning. So..uh... i am pretty worried that i will never be able to see my handphone again, but nevermind i have formulated a plan, after she leaves with my phone tomorrow, i will meet her when she goes home so that i can finally have my beloved handphone back in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i was browsing through friendster and i just realise Meg's birthday was on saturday, feeling a bit guilty didn't say happy birthday to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, and i still have tons of stuff to update, i can't possibly update them all !! There is too many !! The teacher's day post alone can kill me. Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-116280004543618103?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/116280004543618103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=116280004543618103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116280004543618103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/116280004543618103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/11/fvwefvweifvnein.html' title='FVWEFVWEIFVNEIN'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115924333188139444</id><published>2006-09-26T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:02:11.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong-ing days: Yi Wen Ji</title><content type='html'>So the other day i went out to eat steam boat with my uncle at a nearby restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Restraunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Restraunt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta da !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC03109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC03109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC03107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC03107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veggies, ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice place, crowded though, i guess the most famous dish of this restaurant must be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Chicken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A HK chicken in it's natural habitat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u guess how much this chicken cost ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, take a guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessy guessy guessy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay okay ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plate of chicken only cost one dollar Hong Kong ! Which is like 20 cent singapore dollar, holy crap it's like damn cheap, i am surprise that this restaurant haven't file for bankruptcy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually a story behind it, quite some years ago, i think ten, Hong Kong was facing recession, so in order to promote business, the manager came up with Yi Wen Ji, translated as one dollar chicken. Whether it was actually to promote sales was hard to be determinded, it could be that the manager was simpily under too great a stress and have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then seeing as how i am 18 already my uncle offered my beer to drink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC03102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC03102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tough choice ..hrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they see in beer anyway, it's so bitter and yucky, but then since we are man, we have to drink it and say it tastes good, just so we appear more man, but the truth is it's bitter !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC03103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC03103.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115924333188139444?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115924333188139444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115924333188139444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115924333188139444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115924333188139444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hong-kong-ing-days-yi-wen-ji.html' title='Hong Kong-ing days: Yi Wen Ji'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115924202165016996</id><published>2006-09-26T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:55:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong-ing days: Bingo</title><content type='html'>Whew so its the holidays and i am now currently in Hong Kong BLOGGING ZOMFG !1!!one!!1! CAN J00 BELIEEV I AT HK NOW BLOGNIGN OMFG WTF TAT IS LIEK SO AMAZING LOLOLOL !1!11!!one!1! !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, anyway so now i am like staying at my uncle's house as i do everytime i come back. It's great here since my uncle has wireless and i can still go on msn messenger to talk to my beloved friends !111 W00TS W00TS OMFG SOO HAPYP CAN TAKL TOOO MY FRIENDZ LOLLOLL0L111!111!11!1W00TS!1111!!1LOLCOPTER!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem,  anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my uncle has a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shetland_Sheepdog"&gt;Shetland Sheepdog&lt;/a&gt; at home, a kind of dog made famous by the tv show "Lassie" from way back in the 80's or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/lassie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/lassie.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besti friiiendz 4eva worz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very timid in nature, i can simpily scare the dog by barking at it, smaller dogs can scare it too. It's also very hyperactive, reminds me of felicia, except felicia is a cat and my uncle's dog is ... well a dog. The dog's name is bingo by the way. A very smart dog i may add, it knows how to do a lot of trick but only listens to my uncle's command for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Bingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Bingo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Bingo%27s%20tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Bingo%27s%20tail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another dog's tail, nothing special here, move along people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The dog even has it's own room !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Bingo%27s%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Bingo%27s%20room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while i have to sleep on the sofa, the dog can actually slep in his own room ! That is like so omfgwtfbbq !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115924202165016996?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115924202165016996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115924202165016996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115924202165016996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115924202165016996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hong-kong-ing-days-bingo.html' title='Hong Kong-ing days: Bingo'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115754028323455377</id><published>2006-09-06T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:07:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>How funny, last night i dreamt of my classmate twice, once when i was taking my evening nap and one was when i was sleep. Weird dreams, maybe i been thinking too much recentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i am conferencing with Fish and Soon Seng,  hes finally back from his trip to thailand. Since he was gone, i have been thinking of ....... his underwear, whether or not he got enought to use there or not, and whether he got wash or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now laying on bed listening to Soon Seng talk about his trip, i don't really feel physically tired but my brain feel tired. Then the audition now only downloaded until 77%, Kartina say she want to teach me but she is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh n00bz0r lor&lt;/span&gt;, she teach me i sure get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish say she and felicia wanna go to Hong Kong too when i go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; i wish they can go too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiya &lt;/span&gt;where they stay and all that. Hong Kong got that disneyland &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;, actually i dont really want to go that much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, i just want to camp at my uncle house all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIBEHHHHH SIANNNNN ARHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there could be something to do, oh my god Fish say before holiday go sentosa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MAN&lt;/span&gt; can dont go so far or not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sia&lt;/span&gt;, go somewhere closer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, and i hate water &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, go to sentosa oh my god is like my worse nightmare come true !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway until now i still haven't finish the teacher's day post, but dont worry i'll get around to it eventually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la&lt;/span&gt;, now so tired and drained. Then fish at there keep taking about herself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So lame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soooo lame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooo lameeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So lame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooooooo Soooooo Soooooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lameeee lameee"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115754028323455377?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115754028323455377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115754028323455377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115754028323455377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115754028323455377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/09/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115728010469892122</id><published>2006-09-03T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:42:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day: The Celebration</title><content type='html'>Hahaha.... okay okay firstly i must confess i didn't see much of the performance. The most important and major reason is because when i met up with kent before going to school he insisted on sitting downstairs at the void deck for a while longer, when we should have just head for the school instead of sitting there for like 30 minutes or so.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; A less as important reason was because i was too busy looking at girls and laming around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part of the performance that i did see was the part where the teachers was dancing ala saturday night fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/teacher%20day%20fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/teacher%20day%20fever.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didn't really catch much of it but i did managed to capture it using my lousy phone camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Noisy &gt;_&lt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/go5TY7sDJ7Q"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/go5TY7sDJ7Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to remove the audio cause it was too noisy, but damn lazy nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115728010469892122?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115728010469892122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115728010469892122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115728010469892122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115728010469892122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day: The Celebration'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115711485565020076</id><published>2006-09-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:24:37.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day: The School</title><content type='html'>So i went back to school today for Teacher's day, the school has a few notable changes since i last saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The biggest change must be the walls of the science labs, they have painted it giving it a more "Knowledge" theme, these include various people that have make their mark in scientific history, thank god they have included the name of those people, or else we wont know what to call them or who they are, not that we will know who they are anyway even if we knew their names, which is why a slide has been placed next to the picture of some of the portraits, not that anyone actually bothers to read them, which is why in the end, no one will still know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are also some painting of weird symbols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/7%20outside%20of%20science%20lab.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/7%20outside%20of%20science%20lab.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the paintings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/outside%20of%20science%20lab%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/outside%20of%20science%20lab%203.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/outside%20of%20science%20lab%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/outside%20of%20science%20lab%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/jay%20chou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/jay%20chou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other changes include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/7%20canteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/7%20canteen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the canteen hasn't change much, they moved the piano from the middle of the canteen to outside near the entrance. Whether the grade of food has improved or became even worse ( if it's possible ) is unknown, because no one dares to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a couple of new vending macine , yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old spiral staircase is still there, with a new layer of paint i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/7%20spiral%20stair%20case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/7%20spiral%20stair%20case.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Upskirt spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmix hasn't change much, just added a few tables and cabinet at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/7%20cosmix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/7%20cosmix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cabinets FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember the computers here was used to play runescape or neopets long ago. Ah the old days, doubt anything has changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/7%20cosix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/7%20cosix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bunch of guys acting cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup that's more or less the changes in construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115711485565020076?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115711485565020076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115711485565020076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115711485565020076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115711485565020076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day-school.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day: The School'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115668895314627062</id><published>2006-08-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:29:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicia on MSN</title><content type='html'>Waiting for Felicia to reply on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/old%20age.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/old%20age.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115668895314627062?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115668895314627062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115668895314627062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115668895314627062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115668895314627062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/08/felicia-on-msn.html' title='Felicia on MSN'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115600967093641871</id><published>2006-08-20T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:53:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Ball</title><content type='html'>Whew so like a few days ago was my 18th birthday, and my classmates pour money together to buy me a basketball, out of gratitiude i decided to come make a post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Ball%20Front%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Ball%20Front%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i took a picture of all the comments on the ball ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Fish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;3birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frendz 4ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish, normally active and funny, occasionaly cute and witty, often a constant frustration source for me (LOL), an example would today when she was suppose to come online to do this really important thing but she didn't ( okay but in the end she did ). I think the idea of giving me a basketball is more or less her idea. But then if class don't have her it might get very dull. It's highly possible for her to get stabbed in the back literally one day by her enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her name is phylis or something, according to the pronouncation, fillet will be a better nickname &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Felicia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Felicia.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Curly Hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl who likes to laught uncontrollably, she actually reminds me of Miss Wong, dont know why but got this resemblence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually in this sentence she is actually scolding herself, because actually her hair is also curly, so it's like a title that she holds. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vice-President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Cranberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so... yea she was scolding herself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Soon%20Sent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Soon%20Sent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curly Boi Da Wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LPP Soon Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the happy-go-lucky guy in our class. Is also filthy rich, if you want to date him here is his number 1800-LPP-SOONSENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the LPP stands for Lim Pei Pei which means "Your father, me" or Lao Pei Pei (老贝贝) which can roughtly be translated to "Old guy" depending on how you look at it. Great friend to have, likes to stand up  to things he don't think is correct and has a gentlemanly side rarely seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sock Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/ShuYun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/ShuYun.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;3&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shuyun^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, is always tangle with one or more guys at the same time. Any shuay ger in the immediate province can't escape her eyes. Since i known her until now i think she has roughtly about 4 loves already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing Xian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Bing%20Xian.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Bing%20Xian.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bing Xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i so nice, put Bing Xian straight after Shuyun. Smart guy in our class, might one day end up to be Shuyun's prince charming. Aside from being a potention target for girls, he is also our class chairman or something, quite useless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; he, always dont help us mark present for lessons when we are not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan Meng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Chan%20Meng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Chan%20Meng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seng Ri Kuai Le    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chan Meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class handsome-iest guy. Apparently after writing on the basketball the weight of the ball increased. Likes to talk back to Mr tang and is currently still online on msn, must be doing the OA project, bwhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Zi%20Jian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Zi%20Jian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish you all the best !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zi jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only male counciler in our class, stable and reliable. Best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; is if this year i can get a stead that is sort of a mixture of Tifa and Yuffie, maybe a slight dash of Yuna too and a little of Riku. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Desmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Desmond.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desmond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May all your wishes be fufilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, same as Zi Jian, i wish for a stead that looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;, you get the idea. I am more surprised that he didn't leave his name as DW, and apparently both our names starts and ends with "D", which is totally cool because, well the letter "D" is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geralynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Geralynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Geralynn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Geralynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Geralynn, she also got me a wallet for my birthday, haha thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt;. Then almost everday go home also go with her since we both lived at yishun. But her house very far inside chong pang, just walking there can kill me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Yvonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Yvonne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday&lt;br /&gt;=) Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea yvonne, rarely talk with her recentally. Might want to ask her teach me accounting one day, Canberra sucks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sia,&lt;/span&gt; why no POA, cause me to die in Mrs yu lessons, not that i would have took POA anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yue Xiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Yue%20Xiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Yue%20Xiang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Ge!hahs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hapi bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yue Xiang, our class 大姐, was once known as the legendary 降龍伏虎大師 back in the old days and was considered by many to be a 武學奇才. Together with 東方無敵 and 灣仔七虎 they lead the 叉烧包民进党 against the tyranny of the 香港黑幫, after finally defeating various evil forces with her 叉烧包十八掌(暫時學得十五式) , she decided to lead a peaceful life and quit 武林.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Wan%20Qi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Wan%20Qi.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wan Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for the 100000th times, my wish is to find a stead that looks like a combination of yuffie and tifa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Wan qi was one of Yue Xiang's asistant back in the old days, together they were known as 小龍 and 小虎, they went throught a lot of adventures together and now finally ended up in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Yu%20Ling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Yu%20Ling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pig you happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Shan Cai, have long skily hair, useful for times when the school catch fire. Can climb her hair down from high storey. Might also be a potential target for me to ask to tutor me accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Kai%20Ling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Kai%20Ling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee, Kai Ling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th birthday yea i know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuo Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/ZuoYi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/ZuoYi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zuoyi &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my ATM machine, she is filthy rich and owns many slaves at home. Not to mention her family business is doing temple one or something, so not only can she solve your financial woes, she can also help you out with your ghost problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i also recieve the birthday card but forgot to mention it because while writing this post i was actually doing project, so forgot, lol sorry la dudu la dudu, i appreciate it ! the card ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i can end this post&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; liao&lt;/span&gt;, i been writing this post since 5pm in the evening, the now 1 am then done. Halfway i went off to do project, just finished the project a little while ago. Then dont know why fish sounds sad, wanna call her house but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt; think she on the phone with someone already. Dont sad lar &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115600967093641871?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115600967093641871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115600967093641871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115600967093641871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115600967093641871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-ball.html' title='Birthday Ball'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115367566176259315</id><published>2006-07-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:27:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>Argh... the holidays have ended and i have school tomorrow and i am still not sleeping, to worried to sleep sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115367566176259315?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115367566176259315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115367566176259315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115367566176259315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115367566176259315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/07/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115201592038074000</id><published>2006-07-04T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:25:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy 7 : Kartina</title><content type='html'>So the other day the sadistic friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://www.o-rly-ya-rly.blogspot.com"&gt;Kartina&lt;/a&gt; showed me a video of her with a character representing me in sims 2, kena tortured. So i created a presentation of her too in sims 2 and made a movie revolving around her favourite FF 7 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q6rEu7FpTbw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay the video ( if you didnt play ff 7, you probably wont have any idea what this is about )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115201592038074000?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115201592038074000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115201592038074000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115201592038074000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115201592038074000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-fantasy-7-kartina.html' title='Final Fantasy 7 : Kartina'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115201560955773661</id><published>2006-07-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:20:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploding Rubbish Bins</title><content type='html'>So the other day i went to sun plaza to eat with kent, i met a lot of familar faces that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Ang%20Nam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Ang%20Nam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was walking to the MRT knowing i am going to be late but not giving me a damn when suddently Ang Nan grabbed my attention. Whao i cant believe it he is in NS already. Then he was telling me to study hard and pass NAFA, or else fail NAFA go in very &lt;em&gt;jialat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/timothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/timothy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the MRT i met timothy, who was going home after playing pool at god knows where. So we both listen to Ang talking about NS life. Say what 2.4 inside must run 10 minutes or so to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there i met some more people from my secondary school, i dont know them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i continue walking to the meeting place, only to see kent walking towards me, so i WAS late after all ! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at KFC i saw Ho Kan !! Got highlight on his hair somemore sia, and if a girl who i think is probably his stead. Anyway after finish eating kent and i went to comic connection, on the way up the escalator there was suddently a boom sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/exploding%20rubbish%20bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/exploding%20rubbish%20bin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rubbish bin lid flew off, apparently the rubbish bin self-destructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then on the way home, i saw jia hao too at the T - junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk walk walk ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/we%20an%20jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/we%20an%20jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jia hui and wen jie too !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently i saw 6 familar faces today !! Including kent thats 7 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115201560955773661?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115201560955773661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115201560955773661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115201560955773661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115201560955773661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/07/exploding-rubbish-bins.html' title='Exploding Rubbish Bins'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115124917703160441</id><published>2006-06-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:26:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Light Sia</title><content type='html'>So today i was sitting there talking to Rachel on msn when suddently my mother ask me go outside, being such a good boy i naturally obeyed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was outside my house in the corridors then she ask me look at the sky, something about a strange light. The first thought that came to mind was she probably just saw an aerplane light and thought it as alien or something, anyway since i am outside i decided to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sky wasnt exactly black, more like greyish and very dark maroon. The grey part was the clouds, i looked at it, at first i saw this spot on the cloud; it was a different shade then the other clouds, it was brighter - as if there was a light behind the clouds - and it was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/UFOSIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/UFOSIA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought i was seeing things, my eyes usually play this kind of tricks on me, like i used to see electric sparks on clouds. I saw it after a while but thought it was just something wrong with my eyes, so i looked and looked and there was nothing else in particular. My mother reaffirmed my doubts. It was really that strange spot of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more or less flying in the area around the cloud, this happened like sometime around 9:45pm, definitly not something you see everyday...er or night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who ask me to take a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/darkness%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/darkness%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/darkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant see okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it was just some guy deciding to shine a torch to the sky, then have the light on the clouds, it couldnt have been any earthly planes as it can turn with ease. Come to think of it isn't there an army base near chong pang, maybe it's the army deciding to flash the light for some aircraft flight test thingy, who knows ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dont seem to realise, the only time when i lie to them is when i am joking and i make it so obvious that they can probably look throught it or when then opposing target is a teacher or my boss, at other times i dont have any interest in lying to them, nor do i want to. After all what could i possibly gain by lying to them, you have to realise that if i really wanted to lie, you would never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115124917703160441?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115124917703160441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115124917703160441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115124917703160441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115124917703160441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/strange-light-sia.html' title='Strange Light Sia'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115088617905094174</id><published>2006-06-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:50:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating at Jalan something</title><content type='html'>So today we have two hours break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soon Seng recommend us to this food center at Jalan something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Jln%20Timera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Jln%20Timera.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to the bus stop next to Junction 8 and wait for the bus something something, then we took it to this something something JC and got off then walk the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/to%20-%20Fish,%20so%20far.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/to%20-%20Fish%2C%20so%20far.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor fish&lt;em&gt; sia&lt;/em&gt;, yesterday she was having a really high fever, high until 38.7 degrees &lt;em&gt;leh, high sia&lt;/em&gt;, then that day have to take cab go home, poor thing &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt;, so funny, the Cab Driver scam her money &lt;em&gt;nia&lt;/em&gt;. Why my typing got so many slangs one, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk pass all this private estates, then to this canal. Got three cats there at the canal, so cute sia, as you know i love cats. Then when we got close to the cats they escaped via this hole on the wall &lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/to%20-%20cat%20escape%20hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/to%20-%20cat%20escape%20hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally arrived at the shop, seems slightly high-class-er then normaly Kopitiam but not that high class until not considered as a Kopitiam. Then Soon Seng was advertising about how the ducks there was like damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/to%20-%20sitted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/to%20-%20sitted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Jian, Bing Xian, Geralynn and Chan Meng sit on table. Then Fish, Desmond, Soon seng and me sit the other table. Then we look at the orders at the wall and see got what to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now dont know why i cannot put more picture into my post lor, stupid blogger, i guess i will end the post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115088617905094174?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115088617905094174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115088617905094174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115088617905094174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115088617905094174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/eating-at-jalan-something.html' title='Eating at Jalan something'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115037130588619689</id><published>2006-06-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:35:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday sia</title><content type='html'>Wah Zhi Yong and wen jie birthday sia, happy birthday laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartina birthday too sia..... ok la u too la. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/-.-ll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence but, fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/correct.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/correct.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/incorrect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/incorrect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment still have to type in code, somemore i typed in correctly the code the computer still say i wrong, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knn livejournal, fuck you la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115011618511299509?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115011618511299509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115011618511299509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115011618511299509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115011618511299509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/live-journal.html' title='Live Journal'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-115009856692259162</id><published>2006-06-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:49:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good ride home</title><content type='html'>So today I went home after school, which like ended at 3.00pm, then wait for Zi Jian to go office do something. Then as per normal went home with Fish. We walked all the way to the end of the platform for the train. Then when it arrived we walked back to the middle, &lt;em&gt;lame sia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back -&lt;strong&gt;Oh My God&lt;/strong&gt;- I saw Lesley and Zhan Rong, the shock of it and the fact that my friends keep walking forward paralyzed me for a second &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt;, so long never meet them liao, and still got that Lesley, a bit miss her &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt; so long never see her liao, tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we stopped at the middle of the train. Then I was there chatting with fish when suddently someone call my name, so I turn around and -&lt;strong&gt;Oh My God&lt;/strong&gt;- it's Rachel. But the thing is, I didn't actually see Rachel, I saw Cherlynn first, but then see her, confirm is Rachel liao lar. Then I was stunned by the fact that I saw them, because I am naturally shy, I couldn't reply by saying hi. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sibeh paiseh sia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley and Zhan Rong didn't really change much, still look pretty much the same. Then the Rachel was cuter? then I thought, and Cherlynn was more Lanky-ier then I thought. Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edited for the second time sia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a &lt; &gt; blanket on the word before i type, no wonder that Rachel couldnt see what i typing and only saw -er, tsk tsk and i cant believe she is angry lor !! I even told fish she look cute sia !! wah liew all blogger fault lar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to see them today, I so happy that I would go straight home and blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am doing now, since I am in a good mood cause I saw them. Wanted to take picture sia but KNOWING Rachel I seriously doubt she let me take lor,like last time in school, tsk tsk. Lesley and Zhan Rong I also doubt they let me take sia, so scandalous. Tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush straight home now blog about it also haven't bath sia, which I shall go do now, my socks also haven't take out. Tsk tsk, wah see so many people today buy toto or 4D sure win liao la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-115009856692259162?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/115009856692259162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=115009856692259162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115009856692259162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/115009856692259162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-ride-home.html' title='A good ride home'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114924628978993656</id><published>2006-06-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:07:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Cup Saga - The Begining</title><content type='html'>So today after school kent called me ask me go to watch the Youth Cup. For Da Vinci's sake can you dont left only barely an hour left then ask me go, it totally catches me offguard and unprepared. Luckily Zhi Yong and Wen Jie asked me to go earlier, or else when kent call i think i probably say cannot, next time tell me to go earlier nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway ITE ended early so i still have time to accompany fish go Woodland then chiong home bath then go to the usual haunt to meet them. Then kent message me, the way the message is typed i thought he was there playing at the basketball court praticing praticing, to think he still rushing from Ngee Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Ke Qun and Wei Jian is there when i arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Wei%20Jian%20Winking%20at%20camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Wei%20Jian%20Winking%20at%20camera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah yes ... the Wei Jian Pervetic Seduction look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not long after that Zhi Yong also arrived next, followed by kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Tramatised%20Kent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Tramatised%20Kent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tramatised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent was obviously very  &lt;s&gt;tramatised by the match&lt;/s&gt; tired out so he is sleeping on the stone bench. Then we were all like comforting him. Soon they changed topic to how short their pants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Short%20Pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Short%20Pants.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later Jia Hui also arrived, sat down talk talk a bit then check up on his shoes which happened to be very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Jia%20Hui%20Looking%20at%20his%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Jia%20Hui%20Looking%20at%20his%20shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wei Loon and Wen jie arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Wen%20Jie%20finally%20arrived.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Wen%20Jie%20finally%20arrived.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like death or the morning sun which is inevitable, we started on the journey to the MRT station. A grim walk, full of excitment, or maybe it was just me. We talk a bit on the way there to the MRT. Been a while since we hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Walking%20to%20MRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Walking%20to%20MRT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kent's bag, ridicously huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the elevator up where Kent commented on a missing line on his Jeresy. Door open opposite of where i entered. Waited a while and the train came and we all got on. Very cool train ride, some sat on seats while others who have no seats sat at the part where the carriages were connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20In%20the%20mrt%2C%20wei%20jian%2C%20wei%20loon%20and%20ke%20Qun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20In%20the%20mrt%2C%20wei%20jian%2C%20wei%20loon%20and%20ke%20Qun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Blocking%20the%20carriage%20path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Blocking%20the%20carriage%20path.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Blocking%20the%20carriage%20path%20nice%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Blocking%20the%20carriage%20path%20nice%20one.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there blocking the path all the way until City Hall, at that part my hp battery only left like half, so i was quite worried later at the match no battery cannot take pictures, so better leave my hp alone for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114924628978993656?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114924628978993656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114924628978993656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114924628978993656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114924628978993656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/youth-cup-saga-begining.html' title='Youth Cup Saga - The Begining'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114924359855480694</id><published>2006-06-02T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:10:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Cup Saga - The Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/yu%20hua%20shirt%20print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/yu%20hua%20shirt%20print.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normal Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20STRIPLESS%20E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20STRIPLESS%20E.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, kent's shirt the E less one stripe w00ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally what has been on their mind, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk all the way from the MRT station to SBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Finally%20Arrived.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Finally%20Arrived.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago we came here too, to watch other people play, particularly the Combined School. To think this time Jia Hui they all this year come back as particpants. How fast time has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First match and Yuhua is up against the team which is probably the strongest in the entire competition. So anyway we finally reached the place, nothing has changed. It looks more or less like the previous year i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we arrived at the courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20inside%20the%20stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20inside%20the%20stadium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/BM%20-%20Bench%20View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/BM%20-%20Bench%20View.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks pretty much the same. Last year we were on the other side sitting at the seats looking at the Combined School girls team. Such fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway they soon went to change into their jeresy at the nearby boy's changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/IN%20-%20Jia%20Hui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/IN%20-%20Jia%20Hui.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                            Jia hui drinking pepsi before warming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/IN%20-%20Ke%20Qun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/IN%20-%20Ke%20Qun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                    Ke Qun look at his that thing, wondering why it's so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/IN%20-%20Kent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/IN%20-%20Kent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                        Kent looking for Chio Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/IN%20-%20Wei%20Loon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/IN%20-%20Wei%20Loon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                 Wei loon looking at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/IN%20-%20zhi%20Yong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/IN%20-%20zhi%20Yong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of them after they changed, except wen jie and wei jian, cos i forgot !! LOL PAISEH PAISEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the warm up began, everyone form a circle and do those arm stretching .... blah blah blah ... leg stretch .... rotate head .....swing arm ....blah blah ..... pull arm .....blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/M%20-%20Stretching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/M%20-%20Stretching.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while they started to shoot balls, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm warm up up nia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/M%20-%20Wrming%20up%20shooting%20balls%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/M%20-%20Wrming%20up%20shooting%20balls%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/M%20-%20Warming%20up%20shooting%20balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/M%20-%20Warming%20up%20shooting%20balls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i think got Yuhua seniors come back to see them play. Some guy i dont know bossing them around, assistant coach maybe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my lousy camera phone, there is a three second delay when taking picture, so its quite hard to get accurate shots when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i look opposite side, the Combined Schools &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn power sia,&lt;/span&gt; warming up 90% of their 3 pointers in, impressive impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, as eventual as death or the morning sun the match began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Penalty%20shot%20combined%20skool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Penalty%20shot%20combined%20skool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of combined Schools going for the shot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Wei%20Loon%20windwalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Wei%20Loon%20windwalking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of Wei Loon windwalking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Combined%20Skools%20Shoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Combined%20Skools%20Shoot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of combined Schools 5 shooting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Trying%20to%20catch%20ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Trying%20to%20catch%20ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of everyone trying to get the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Score.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Score.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of the ball going in, 2 points for Yuhua i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Playing%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Playing%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of everyone running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20Wei%20Loon%20going%20to%20score.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20Wei%20Loon%20going%20to%20score.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of Wei Loon doing exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you think he is doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DM%20-%20kent%27s%20head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DM%20-%20kent%27s%20head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of the back of Kent's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes eventually Yuhua lost badly. But that doesnt matter, there is no shame in losing. The team on the other court did even worse that us, around 90 something point gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yong even hurt his leg, when he came back to the bench got one red line comming down his leg. His leg is bleeding, probably fell down just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly hor during the match got this super chio chio bu sitting opposite, then wei Jian sitting next to me i tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" eh dont depress la, lets look at chio bu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THERE !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like trying to not point out the girl whom i was talking about, although he probably know its her which i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jia Hui's sister ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jia. Hui's. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;, er nevermind watch match watch match"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the match ended, but then real person who slaughter Yuhua is not Combined School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Scolded%20by%20coach.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Scolded%20by%20coach.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Ownage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that the coach told the team to go back and watch the next match, which we do, then he walk off in the direction of the carpark into the park. Scare me, i thought he come here watch match scold the team then suddently just like that go home, no goodbyes or anything. But then i think too much la, since he came back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Talking%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Talking%20group.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next match was pretty boring. On a rather unrelative note the rest of them rather liked to watch matches involving strong teams, i dont like to though. I find matches which dont have people i know playing awefully boring, because i could really care much about who wins or lose, there is no excitment in watching strangers play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Zhi%20Yong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Zhi%20Yong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zhi Ying shameless Zi Lian-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kent went and sit with his cousins. Dont think i forgot what you last time said about your cousin, i told you one day i will tell her so even until now i still remember what you said !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i also feel worn out liao, just nice everyone is going to leave, good timing i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114924359855480694?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114924359855480694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114924359855480694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114924359855480694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114924359855480694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/youth-cup-saga-match.html' title='Youth Cup Saga - The Match'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114923613808952821</id><published>2006-06-02T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:13:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Cup Saga - Going home</title><content type='html'>So finally after a day at the CCAB, we finally left. About time, i tomorrow still have school leh. Before we take the train home we went to this coffeeshop to eat first. The coffeeshop is so gay, almost every single stall that is open sells noodle, except the drink stall and the roti prata stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all divided into 3 different table and sit down eat, then i order the chicken chop noodle, god it sucks; dont mix western food with chinese food i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Food.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after we finish eating we went to the MRT to take train home. Then Kent ask me help him take bag, then alright &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laaa&lt;/span&gt; i help him take since today after school from Ngee Ann he straight come to meet us without going back home, see he so tired i help me take ba, thing is - he's gay. His bag is like so freakin huge, even bigger then my body, i think i can fit into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone lost his Ez-link card. But dont know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally reach Aljunied station, went inside no place to sit down so we all stand. Then we reach City Hall then while waiting for Wei Jian and the rest to come back join us ( we split off earlier at the coffeeshop to look for the EZ-link card ) while waiting, we were like talking about all kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20wen%20jie%20and%20ke%20qun%20shaking%20hand%20at%20MRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20wen%20jie%20and%20ke%20qun%20shaking%20hand%20at%20MRT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talk about muscles and Jia Hui was like there flexing his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Jia%20Hui%20Flexing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Jia%20Hui%20Flexing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also got this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Jia%20Hui%20flexing%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Jia%20Hui%20flexing%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on wait infront of the MRT door, then we decided to take a picture, since we took the picture against the reflection of the MRT door, everyone is there, which explains why i like this picture so much, i shall put in on my friendster when i have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Against%20MRT%20door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Against%20MRT%20door.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice picture, maybe to other people you cant see the faces clearly, but people who know us sure can recognise one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards they decided to take another picture of all of them flexing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20Everyone%20flexing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20Everyone%20flexing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be fooled dear readers, they are folding their arms then pushing the muscle outwards to make the muscle bigger. Dont look at them, look at me, i am at the back taking the picture !!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ME ME ME !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/AM%20-%20LOL%20my%20arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/AM%20-%20LOL%20my%20arm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck Sia &lt;/span&gt;my chop stick arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually, as inevitable as death or the morning sun - the MRT arrived. Naturally we got on, i noticed i write a lot of obvious things in my blog&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as many people as i would have imagined. Everyone got a place to sit, divided into two rows.&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual we lame a lot in the MRT. Then kent was already like half dead. Rest of them seems quite energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/MRT%20-%20Wei%20Loon%20and%20Jia%20Hui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/MRT%20-%20Wei%20Loon%20and%20Jia%20Hui.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is Wei Loon and Jia Hui talking, wonder what they are talking about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/MRT%20-%20ZY%20AND%20WEI%20JIAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/MRT%20-%20ZY%20AND%20WEI%20JIAN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhi Yong and Wei Jian, zhi yong is hiding behind his bag and Wei Jian is taking pictures, once again i stated the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/MRT%20-%20ZY%20sighing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/MRT%20-%20ZY%20sighing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then this picture is either Zhi Yong trying to act cool or he is depress about his love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They alighting at Sembawang so i got off at Yishun first, since they all tell me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last train last train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an exciting day. It was great to see them again, such a long time never see them. Reminds me of how time has passed. I used to miss secondary school a lot, but not as much now, of course i still do. But then after that day, yea, everyone have to keep moving forward, although not in the same school anymore we will still be great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i go dudu liao, by the way because of the way i want the order to be, i actually wrote this post before the other two, so by the time i write the first post, which is actually the last one i write, i am already worn out, so it is probably shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114923613808952821?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114923613808952821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114923613808952821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114923613808952821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114923613808952821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/06/youth-cup-saga-going-home.html' title='Youth Cup Saga - Going home'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114755198071228876</id><published>2006-05-14T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T04:32:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking back home</title><content type='html'>Good news to my readers, i was not raped on my way home at 2 40am    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w00ts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, i headed home. I didnt want to take a taxi, i've been saving up to buy the locker and an screen protector, besides its a pretty exciting walk. After saying goodbye to the rest of them i headed back and trace the route that the bus 859 would have took to get back to yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun plaza still have some people, especially in that new eating shop. A security guard was standing there, judging by the size of his belly, i doubt he can really do much if anything serious was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked pass the small bus interchange, the whole place was empty and dark. The wonders of the night - the whole place looks more creepy, i instantly remembered the game Silent Hill, where there was a lot of places in the game that kinda resemble the bus interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Car%20Lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Car%20Lot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Car%20Lot%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Car%20Lot%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty shocked to see a red lights nearby. I was creeped out, at first i thought it was a telephone both and some cult members were putting candles in there preparing some sort of virgin sacrifice to some Demon God or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/pray%20god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/pray%20god.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On closer inspection, it was just a chinese altar,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whew&lt;/span&gt; i was worked up for nothing. So i continued on my walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the sounds of crude words comming nearby, pia kias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is in danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain:" Run"&lt;br /&gt;Me   :" kk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i walked faster, just in case the pia kias wanna come say hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/road%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/road%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads are pretty empty, there was a lonely feeling walking back. Luckily there was still cars driving by, to show that i am not completely alone. I continue walking, there was a huge grassfield next to me. I was close to Sembawang shopping center. A couple of shops are still open - all of them food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/lone%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/lone%20tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by the shell and noticed that ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/shell%20spoil%20lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/shell%20spoil%20lights.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are faulty !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i reached the private estates, a more secluded path. The trees are more scary at night, like they are sinister spirits. Their bark look like wrinkled skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/creepy%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/creepy%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a nursery there, it looks much more sinister at night. A couple of games and movie of children getting killed filled my mind. Having a fertile imagination can really take a toll on your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees also make the place looks more dangerous, the side of the nursery wall looks haunting in the night. Who could have think that a place with so many kids in the day will become so creepy at night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i continue walking and i reached the junction, nearby there was the usual canal of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canal looks extra creep too in the night, a good place for monsters to hide !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also looks a lot like those places where floating body parts will float on the water, i was more or less expecting to see a floating black plastic bag, crazy me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/creepy%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/creepy%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/creepy%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/creepy%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This muddy muddy place looks creepy too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/creepy%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/creepy%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually pretty exciting, i sometimes looked back instinctively. Didnt saw anyone except 2 boys walking towards sembwang. I guess it's pretty safe to walk beside the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of car drove by, if there werent any cars, it will be pretty scary i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of pictures of the moon too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/moon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/moon%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/moon%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i walked on and on, and i reached the army base. Close to chong pang now. I saw a cat inside the base and i tried to take a picture - no luck. The place was too dark and the cat was too far. So i looked at the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat looked back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i continue walking, the cat followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked back at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this went on for quite a while, all this staring at stopping and following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to chong pong, 2 guys cycled passed me, i was giving those " i am pretending not to stare at you but i am actually really staring at you" stare so i didnt really catch a detailed look of them, but i swear one of them really looks like my class mate Kian Lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home, chong pang. The Macdonalds there is still quite crowded. I passed the church, i wanted to go in the church - they are pretty creepy at night. Regardless i continue walking and walking and walking. Saw three girls across the road. Meeting chio bus in late night can only mean your gonna get lucky, beaten up, rob or get your soul sucked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally in the end i reached home at around 3 am, damn tired, shall post on the movie tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114755198071228876?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114755198071228876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114755198071228876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114755198071228876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114755198071228876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/05/walking-back-home.html' title='Walking back home'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114656219284668999</id><published>2006-05-02T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:29:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITE first day</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of my ITE and boy was it a boring day, full of &lt;em&gt;sianzinising&lt;/em&gt; activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got up from bed, changed and headed to the MRT, at the MRT station i saw familar faces - last year sec 5 people, it actually happened that they too were going to bishan ITE. But &lt;em&gt;aiya &lt;/em&gt;wasted because different class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got there and look at the class listing then went to find my class at the auditorium, then the councilor leaders or something came out and give speech, there was this little show that they pulled together ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter :" i am home !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum :" how did you get into a poly ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:" No i got into ITE and i am &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; about it !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum :" ITE ... ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:" Did you know that &lt;strong&gt;ITE&lt;/strong&gt; blah blah blah better blah blah blah&lt;strong&gt; go poly&lt;/strong&gt; blah blah blah &lt;strong&gt;universitiy&lt;/strong&gt; blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy sitting next to me muttered " crazy "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also got a few students at there sing song, not bad &lt;em&gt;la &lt;/em&gt;their singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we go play some icebreaker games. Sucks man one of the game you say your own name and do an action and everyone had to copy you. I wanted to make an extremely lame action but then i was the last one and before they got to me they decided to change game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/icebreaker.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/icebreaker.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got a lot of other lame games la but the class still got that &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; spirit there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we tour around the school ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch .... i went to the canteen then leave liao, no point eating alone there, its very boring and lonely .. too bad no one eat with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to the auditorium and saw that malay girl sitting there reading book, so i thought might as well sit there and sleep too - but then it is so hot, find it difficult to sleep, cant get into a comfortable position. Then i went to buy those glass bottle of coke cola and went back there to slack. So useful thsoe bottle, not only can use to drink, but gang fight can also use as a weapon too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reassemble later at one plus , the next event was this super lame treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go to the lecture hall listen to the&lt;em&gt; tauy kay &lt;/em&gt;teacher talking about the school rules. Then i realised rachel sms-ed me back so i message her back again. I am so proud, i have imparted the knowledge of Hard Gay Razor Ramon to the seconday 2 students in canberra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the sms-ing i didnt hear what the teacher said, however there is one thing i remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you are man now, young man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaa a MAN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my class head to the class room to fill in forms and stuffs like that - the form almost every single one repeats the same general question like age, gender, location. Then i fill in a lot liao then the teacher say can go home fill in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i headed home, one of my classmate went to ask the teacher school what time ends and he said starts at 8 ends and 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMFGWTFBBQ ??!?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT IS LIKE 8 HOURS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WOT DE FARK ?!?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it, i though ITE school hours will not be as much as poly but boy was i wrong, not only is it longer, its longer by 2 or 3 times -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go home one of my classmates waved goodbye to me, but now that i think about it wat with she was waving to someone behind me .... oh no the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;embaressment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmate didnt wear sock so her feets were grazed hurt by her shoes and she ended up walking home bare-feeted rather then wanting to wear the shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/bare%20foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/bare%20foot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went home then i saw wei jian that &lt;strong&gt;pervertic little bastard &lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i saw him earlier at school but i cant confirm it is him because he looks boiled, apparently spending a day at sentosa has the effect of making your face red, as though a prawn which is put inside a pot of bowling water then turn from grey to orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took MRT home then he say all those what play ice breaker games that time can touch touch girls and all that, then say what got one look like jolin &lt;strong&gt;what a pervert &lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114656219284668999?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114656219284668999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114656219284668999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114656219284668999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114656219284668999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ite-first-day.html' title='ITE first day'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114650686367732904</id><published>2006-05-02T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:24:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Book</title><content type='html'>Okay tomorrow ... i mean today my ITE starts, i have to be there at 0830 hour. So i was there looking at the piece of paper that they gave me on a list of things to bring and what the hell i have to bring my report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why they need me to bring my report book, its so weird, and besides my report book is nameless ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/reportbookwithoutname.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why my report book has no name, i dont know - whatever the reason is my friends are probably part of it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do if your report card has no name card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step one : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal your friend's report card, as demostrated below i already have one of my friend's report book in my possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 214px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/YSreportbookwithname2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully remove your friend's name from the name card, doing this carefully to show that you have a great deal of respect for your friend's item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 222px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/peeloffysname.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Three&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your pen, and write &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your name&lt;/span&gt; over where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your friend's name&lt;/span&gt; used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 231px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/mynameonyscard.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, a report card with your name on it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 235px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/reportbookwithmyname.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew so excited tomorrow ITE starts, i used to wish that my class hopefully will have a lot of girls, then the other day i went to buy my uniform almost everyone there is a girl. Then it suddently hit me - what if all my classmates there are girls, that will be bad, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i need some boys there too, or else all girls very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh &lt;/span&gt;... i dont want to be known as the only boy in a all-girl class, but this probably wont happen, so i am probably thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my friends, yes my burned ITE shirt is alright now, thankfully the burned area disappeared after i put it in water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114650686367732904?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114650686367732904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114650686367732904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114650686367732904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114650686367732904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/05/report-book.html' title='Report Book'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114631017771116860</id><published>2006-04-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:35:04.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wen Jie must die</title><content type='html'>Wen jie must die, as in the probability of him getting killed is 1, as in there is no way he can continue to survive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That **** ask me go library with him, okay lor i go lor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the fark&lt;/span&gt; he is like late by 40 minutes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma da&lt;/span&gt; you ask me go out still late until so cb you fucking cb. I've learnt my lesson man, next time Wen Jie ask me go out i am either going to be one hour late or not go at all, now i think about it also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn hot&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/MRT%20clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/MRT%20clock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wot de dark ? &lt;/span&gt;  Suppose to meet at 1 30pm you so "early" come ar, wah biang eh waste so much of my time you **** &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesebun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is throughout the entire trip i was using Yoet Siang's mp3 to listen to songs, so it's not too bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the thing is &lt;s&gt;last night &lt;/s&gt; today morning i 6am then sleep, 9am wake up then go play basketball. I am like so dead tired liao not to mention that my head feels like it kena whacked by a crowbar then still have to wait for those 2&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fucktards&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright la, nevermind then part ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle, go library study ar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foot&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the time we spended to get there and the time we wasted on eating is more then twice of the total time we were at the library. Speaking of the library, got a lot of chio bu leh ...hehehe....err anyway i hate going to the library man because of the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Library%20sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Library%20sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya i wish i can sleep at home too, even now as i am typing this i swear i am dead tired man, that yukiko, i know what she is thinking as she reads this - boar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*%$#$%^&amp;*I(*&amp;amp;^%$#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go KFC eat, sian leh tell wen jie go back sp eat, dont know why he die die must eat at causeway, so damn crowded and besides my ITE want to start liao so i want to save money just in case need to go out with my new classmates or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw something amazing in KFC, prepare youself for what you are about to see might change your life forever. Viewers discretion advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Burger%20Glup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Burger%20Glup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      " That is one big mouth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burger was small la, but his mouth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear man all my friends all weird weird one like that plastic head guy, except you who are reading this, you are normal !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we also buy some KFC ice cream and i decided to take a picture of it just to show Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Ice%20Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Ice%20Cream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dont like most of the ice cream favours, as a matter of fact i dont like chocolate in large amount too however i will still eat them, just for the sake of eating something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmmmm....  ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114631017771116860?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114631017771116860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114631017771116860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114631017771116860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114631017771116860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/04/wen-jie-must-die.html' title='Wen Jie must die'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114630809997443738</id><published>2006-04-29T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:55:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>So i plugged in my handphone to the com and realised i took a lot of pictures that i wanted to put on my blog but i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day went out with Yukiko, silly girl forgot to bring her keys and now cant get home. Then she gave me a chocolate !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Chocolate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So touched man, luckily by now she forgot that i still own her chocolate as a result of a bet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114630809997443738?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114630809997443738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114630809997443738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114630809997443738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114630809997443738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/04/chocolate_29.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114499453457746196</id><published>2006-04-14T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:33:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Fest</title><content type='html'>Seriously CCAB reminds me of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ccb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday i went to the sports fest with Jia hui, Zhi yong, Ke qun, Kian hong and Kent. I was actually looking forward to it as i wanted to see some old and new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off and walked walked walked ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we got really lost on the way there and ended up in the wrong stadium hosted by a different school. The teacher there asked us to ask next door, next door is the road -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/other%20stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/other%20stadium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was already late so we decided to just find a taxi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/waiting%20for%20taxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/waiting%20for%20taxi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, thats us waiting by the road site for a taxi to stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taxis that we see were mainly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)   taken&lt;br /&gt;b)   booked&lt;br /&gt;c)   didnt' stop&lt;br /&gt;d)   dont know the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we called mrs tay and she asked us to take a bus at the bus interchange, so we walked all the way back to the bus interchange which was pretty near to the MRT and we couldnt find the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke qun then called his brother who was still in Canberra Secondary and we were told to take a bus at bishan, so we took the train back to bishan and took a pretty long bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally like around 10 we reached the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god damned&lt;/span&gt; place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/finally%20arrived.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/finally%20arrived.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground is still a little wet from an earlier rain but i am just glad we made it there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway there i was walking ever so innocently when suddently someone called my name. So i turn and i saw rachel and lynn. Come to think of it i never had a face to face talk with rachel before, that was probably the only time i had a good look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected we head to the basketball straight away, unfortunantly there was no girl's basketball event, which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very sad very very sad&lt;/span&gt;. I met mansura on the way there too, apparentally Sulas and the rest didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some girl asked us to buy ice creams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian hong acted as the referee and Kent helped him, both on opposite sides of the court to get a better view of the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Rachel asked me to dedicate a song to her so i did since &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i am such a friendly guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to court, i saw the duo Jonathan and gavin, my old classmates, that gavin must seriously have an accelerated growth rate or something. After he went to sec 5 he grew much taller and bigger, like hes on steriods or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Jonathan%20and%20gavin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Jonathan%20and%20gavin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the match started ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian hong as the referee started the ball ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/kian%20hong%20start%20ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/kian%20hong%20start%20ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/ball%20started.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/ball%20started.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly later ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite bored i went to the other section of the CCAB so that i can take a picture of rachel, and i saw Rachel and Lynn playing frisbee. Then after the match they walked pass me and didnt see me as i was in my "not-standing out" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to the basketball court and then i saw ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/TIMOTHY%20%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/TIMOTHY%20%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loosepants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Timothy !!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/too%20much%20dota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/too%20much%20dota.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently too much dota-ing will do that to you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw &lt;a href="http://www.complicatedlifeofhers.blogspot.com/"&gt;liting&lt;/a&gt;, but she didnt want me to take her picture, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah liao &lt;/span&gt;its an honor to be featured on my blog !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more or less after the event, we all started to make out way back home. Then we passed by Mr felix, Mrs Ong and Mrs Long. Mrs Ong and Mrs long, never seen them in a long time, it was nice to see them again, reminds me of the old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this girl passed by with a chart of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;free ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, the same one from before. Luckily we didnt buy before, now we can get them for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/free%20ice%20cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/free%20ice%20cream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all left CCAB with an ice cream except kent.He didnt like that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/my%20ice%20cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/my%20ice%20cream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmm ice cream ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114499453457746196?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114499453457746196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114499453457746196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114499453457746196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114499453457746196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/04/sports-fest.html' title='Sports Fest'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114485016259714908</id><published>2006-04-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:53:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>Yes yes i know i know i have not blog for a really long time, it is really because i am still relatively depressed about cutting my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i went to watch movie with Melissa, Jonathan and Kent today. We went to watch that movie called fragile, never heard of it ? Dont worry i have not either until yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the story is about this hospital that is closing down or something and is haunted by a ghost. Seriously the movie pretty much sucks, the movie starts off pretty boring, if the usual cheap scare tactics like a sudden loud noise or weird ghostly figure suddently poping out on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/funny%20story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/funny%20story.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that there is some part which are "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;", like those gruesome flesh scenes, more yucky then they actually are scary. But in all fairness it was pretty funny, especially the old woman  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omfg if u can see ghost that meants ur gonna die lolz&lt;/span&gt;" part, that proof to be source of comedy among us throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy who sit next to me is also a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt;, wear a jacket go there so he can cover his face with the hood like he is some sort of cult member like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy self proclaimed vampiric girl next to me is like  clutching her fist and holding it near her mouth, your like suppose to like the bloody scene since you are a vampire mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that Gavin-wannabe normal non-scary part quiet quiet, then exciting part damn noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most exciting part that will male you jump out of your seat : When i dropped my handphone and everyone was looking under the chair and jonathan had to lend me his handphone for light to find my handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Character acting : Mr sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114485016259714908?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114485016259714908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114485016259714908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114485016259714908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114485016259714908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/04/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114327519659447790</id><published>2006-03-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:26:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoet Siang's slippers</title><content type='html'>The other day i went to yoet siang's house ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Hidden%20slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Hidden%20slippers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Hidden%20slippers%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Hidden%20slippers%202.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114327519659447790?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114327519659447790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114327519659447790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114327519659447790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114327519659447790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/yoet-siangs-slippers.html' title='Yoet Siang&apos;s slippers'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114327477143823687</id><published>2006-03-25T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:21:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Chicken in a big town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/USDA_poultry_cuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/USDA_poultry_cuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jia hui, Kent, Wen Jie and i went for this job interview at some place for thai express and the person there sended us to Plaza Singapura to ask the boss guy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our way there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/golden%20chicken%20battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/golden%20chicken%20battle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this absolutely stunning &lt;a href="http://www.kidney.org.au/assets/images/Partner_logos/KFC"&gt;chicken&lt;/a&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i heard from my friend that this particular chicken is called the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Pheasant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which i seriously doubt as a Golden Pheasant looks like &lt;a href="http://www.gct.org.uk/psg/images/goldenpheasant.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think that chicken belongs to a nearby temple, the temple sure gives that chicken a lot of freedom, allowing it to graze at a nearby small grassfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Gold%20Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Gold%20Chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued by this i did some research, well actually i just wiki it and i came out with some interesting but utterly useless information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as taken from wikipedia ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken can be &lt;em&gt;hypnotized&lt;/em&gt;, or put into a trance by holding its head down against the ground, and continuously drawing a line along the ground with a stick or a finger, starting at its beak and extending straight outward in front of the chicken. If the chicken is hypnotized in this manner, it will remain immobile for somewhere between 15 seconds to 30 minutes, continuing to stare at the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114327477143823687?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114327477143823687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114327477143823687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114327477143823687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114327477143823687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/small-chicken-in-big-town.html' title='Small Chicken in a big town'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114300808116486130</id><published>2006-03-22T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:21:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another basketball rainy day</title><content type='html'>As ususal it was another boring day and i went back to sembawang to play basketball with eugene, watermeleon, yoet siang and wen jie. I must say, it was pretty stagnant since it was before the release time of schools so there wasn't a single soul around. To top it off there was even a funeral next to the court and we were there playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DavID&lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eh we go play other side la, here got funeral leh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but this side got net&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would rather risk getting haunted day and night by a restless ghost who cant rest in peace as a result of the constant bouncing of your basketball and childish ranting, who will probably curse you for all of your natural life with hexes and curses so as to ensure you fail miserably at everything you do, not to mention showing a great deal of disrespect for the family who is conducting the funeral ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee sorry i didnt know the net meant so much to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while it started raining ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/plastic%20head.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/plastic%20head.1.jpg" width="485" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quick someone invent the umbrella !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of running for shelter, my friend &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;puts a plastic bag over his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoet siang has a really nice pair of slippers that reminds me of bleach, the colour scheme was the same as the first opening song of the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Nice%20slippers%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Nice%20slippers%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114300808116486130?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114300808116486130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114300808116486130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114300808116486130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114300808116486130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-basketball-rainy-day.html' title='Another basketball rainy day'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114265399030993486</id><published>2006-03-18T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:57:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back on my tagboard</title><content type='html'>Due to some recent events i archived my tagboard messages, looking back on those various tags sure bring back some sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that altogether i have 758 tag !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DavID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: ahhh...my first blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 November 2005, 07:18 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachell`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: yeah we all noticed . all for that matter , I noticed . haha . i like the butterfly . since its the only thing here . LOL . tag mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 November 2005, 07:19 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... my very very first tag, technically rachel is the first to tag, not counting myself of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first skin that i used, not counting the default that was this butterfly skin, most people teased that it was too feminine, it seem quite nice to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: eh fucker, got music already..but what fucking music this?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 November 2005, 08:30 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first vulgarity on my tagboard, done by jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: hi fucke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 December 2005, 11:10 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea the second vulgarity was also done by jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Winsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: muahahahahaa... cool... David's got a blog... And yes, stop putting on an act. vulgarities are fine with you no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 December 2005, 13:52 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I am a innocent guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never see my use vulgarites, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OrangeTree^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: O.O since we vulgarites wil make ppl tot u r ah beng..so i tink we shld tok abt porn down here cuz david lub porn alot!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 December 2005, 14:44 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time porn is mentioned on my blog, unsurprisingly it was done by zhi yong, that guy is obessesed with pornography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: haha..who is orange tree man..anyway i so agree with you..&lt;strong&gt;DAVID DOES LOVE PORN A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 December 2005, 22:41 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine must die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUEENrachell`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: yea u did . grrrrr . later i sentence u tuu death ah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 December 2005, 05:07 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh my very first death threat, having a great blog is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, that Queen title infront of her name sure brings back some memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachell`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: im really sorry for the bad language , BUT I SOLEMLY SWEAR THAT CEHRLYNN NITS TUU GET A &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FUCKING LIFE&lt;/span&gt; . what a bitch . im really sorry for the language bt i cnt help it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 December 2005, 07:22 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachell`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Message: uh . sorry about the bad words . :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 December 2005, 10:07 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: rachel sux lahhs.i jushh told you not tuu be mean .u told me tuu fuck off and kaled me a bitch.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 December 2005, 11:33 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I ALREADY HAVE A LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 December 2005, 11:50 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachell`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: UR FUCKING LIFE IS NOT ENOUGH . GET A &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; FUCKING LIFE FOR GOD'S SAKE LA . pathetic .? OH BUT WHADEVER YOU SAE OFF ME , bitch is a bitch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 December 2005, 12:55 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English language is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very first fight on my tagboard, scary stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those two are back to good friend status, kind of funny now that i think back on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jas'PUNK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: this tag of mine is trillions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 December 2005, 02:06 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this very day, i still dont understand what she is trying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: HOHOHO!!!! WHO HAS BEEN A GOOD GIRL THIS YEAR.. JAS HAS BEEN A RATHER GOOD GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 December 2005, 04:31 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: JAS SHALL WRITE A LETTER TO MR SANTA CLAUS THE RED MAN. AND THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED MAN&lt;/span&gt; SHALL PRESENT JAS WITH EVERYTHING SHE WISHES FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 December 2005, 04:33 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence that there is something seriously wrong with Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wenjie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: dun noe y...i feel like whackin u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 December 2005, 04:43 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a bastard thats why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Winsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: yeah, thanks david. Anyway, ahbengs are interesting creatures to do a anaylsis-thesis on... very amusing. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 December 2005, 07:20 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably wants me to get beaten up on the streets =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;edward la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: oie! david ah! youy are very selenge you know a not!?!?!? anyway, i just wanna tell you that you are such a bitch and zhan rong admitted that he is a bastard... whahhahaa, watta news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 January 2006, 16:38 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wenjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Message: u indian...got bball tournament bo jio...still say sure sure...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 January 2006, 02:27 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1000th person to be on my blog, &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; not a chio bu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: eh david, stop typing WITH instead of IF la. lol. that is why i dont understand u. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 January 2006, 06:42 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing with instead of if is one of my common mistake. The other is typing can when i intended to cant and vice versa, same as him and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;david&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: shawn...david is nt idiots...he is indiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 January 2006, 13:35 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard wen jie posted with my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OrangeTree^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: i alreadi lvl 38 liao lahz.. u lehz?? ops u shld b e 1 go play ran lahz.. shall we duel??^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 January 2006, 15:46 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days when i was playing ran online, what fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DavID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Message: i sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 January 2006, 05:24 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DavID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: iam a pussy cat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 January 2006, 15:57 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi yong ( Bastard no.3 ) using other people's name, you've been &lt;strong&gt;busted&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: ok la.. TAG. Happy? dotA dotA dotA. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 January 2006, 17:39 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be dota-crazy, now she tells me she quit =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OrangeTree^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: wow..u gonna hate alots of girls in tis world man!! cuz most of em is taller den u!!^^v&lt;br /&gt;*hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 January 2006, 18:00 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Winsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: And yes, jon's gelled hair sucks... muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 January 2006, 16:40 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wenjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Message: wa biang...readin ur blog lets mi recall those days at canberra...esp tat vendin machine parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 January 2006, 12:42 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont deny, you sure got kick the vending machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wenjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Message: n hor...after leavin canberra...i found tat the food there is damn nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 January 2006, 15:03 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you believe me when i say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wen jie is crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: when u left sku , the food sucked . NOW IM IN SKU , THE FOOD STILL SUCKS . and btw the psw to my blog is MILKK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 February 2006, 12:11 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, you only have to eat there for 2 year or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: EVIL DAV!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 February 2006, 17:53 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: haha.. dav.. your artwork damn nice leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 February 2006, 17:42 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: HAHA. YOU CANT SEND A NUDGE YOU CANT SEND A NUDGE YOU CANT SEND A NUDGE . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;anw its conversAtion not converstation . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 February 2006, 13:08 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....well now i can nudge you, in fact i shall nudge you the next time you're online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i am more or less finish with this post she came online and i nudged her, and she nudges me back =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: how come the tagboard at the bottom ah ?. anw i tried it out too . mine's level headed and alwaes make th wrong decisions . like wtf .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 February 2006, 10:44 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;basitah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: hahahaha, taste like chicken! bbq-ed david :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 February 2006, 03:24 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....carnivore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rache;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: hahaa i go check my name again . maebi this time they sae i look like a telephone -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 February 2006, 13:00 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who enjoys the smell of rotten eggs&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 February 2006, 13:02 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3 style="COLOR: #cc0000" &lt;font&gt;OrangeTree^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: aniwae i risk my life to saved ur gd pal tortise in e middle of e nite!! hw are u gonna thx mi.. probably u hv to attend my funeral if im nt lucky ytd!! hw u gonna repay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 March 2006, 16:00 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brave dude who saved a tortoise and got his pants and fell into the canal or something, although it was an heroic act ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still have to laught at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wenjie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: ur blog rox&lt;br /&gt;i finally realised tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 March 2006, 17:34 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: -spam begins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: your blog doesnt even hab bg music .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: boo . lousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: your think ur posts very funny izzit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: you look at mirror . you see an monkey . its funnier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: omg . i saw u on a video that day . you act as a rice sack . poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 March 2006, 08:30, 08:31, 08:31, 08:34, 08:34, 08:42 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest tag chain combo in my tagboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OrangeTree^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: hey fried chicken..hv u forgotten tt u deleted quite a number of tags.. coward!! lOl..xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 March 2006, 04:07 [GMT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3000th person to come to my blog, sadly it was not a chio bu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out the dates, some of them are like way long ago !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for tagging me !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114265399030993486?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-114241946542159739</id><published>2006-03-15T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:51:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dead tagboard</title><content type='html'>Due to being falsely accused of deleting entrys, my tagboard has killed itself to prove her innocences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While our tech staff tries to fix the problem, feel free to leave a comment as you would leave a tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114241946542159739?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-114189299081923321</id><published>2006-03-09T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:49:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Birds attack : Rice Sack V.S Birds, an objective analysis</title><content type='html'>From the producers of the movie &lt;em&gt;Kartina: When cookies aren't enough&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Kartina 2: more than just a punching bag&lt;/em&gt;, comes the all new blockbuster ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN BIRDS ATTACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Heres a slight preview&lt;/s&gt; the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApBQ_lmqMFk" width="380" height="190" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by a ricesack-hating girl for her final school project, this video fully portrays Kartina's daily battle with the chains of destiny which binds her to this wretched conformed society and the moral decaying world we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird droppings means more than just bird poo poo. It is clearly an avatar of truth and freedom, in a cosmic sense the bird is trying to "bombard" the rice sack ( more on that later ) with waves of morality and righteous-ness ( bad spelling ). Only then can this world truly be a place of hope and dream for our future generation, and Kartina had taken the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rick sack represents a rice sack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how that crazy Kartina drew out everything frame by frame, when asked for comments from the crazy Director herself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You have just sent a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DavID says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DavID says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some comments on ur Star wars episode 1 : attack of the bird dropping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless it is admirable that someone will have the patience to do a 300 plus picture to make the video, and we hope she will pass her final project blah blah blah sincerely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114189299081923321?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114189299081923321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114189299081923321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114189299081923321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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choose from 9 different japanese commercial and add subtitles to them, sometimes to humorous extend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to editing some of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://foshata.com/media/6.swf" width="320" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="sub1=You+are+so+suave+and+cool&amp;sub2=whenever+i+look+at+you+i+get+that+tingly+feeling+inside&amp;amp;sub3=David+-+now+on+sale&amp;" loop="false" play="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding mafia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://foshata.com/media/6.swf" width="320" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="sub1=Just+because+he+is+a+mafia+boss%2C+i+wont+let+him+disrespect+me&amp;amp;sub2=i+told+him+to+meet+us+here+so+that+you+can+teach+him+a+lesson&amp;sub3=I+have+to+get+the+fuck+out+of+here&amp;amp;" loop="false" play="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen if i treat someone to lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://foshata.com/media/2.swf" width="320" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="sub1=David+its+really+nice+that+you+are+treating+me+to+lunch&amp;sub2=haha+what+are+you+talking+about+jasmine%2C+we+will+just+sneak+out&amp;amp;sub3=Or+how+about+i+pwn+your+ass&amp;sub4=No+free+loader&amp;amp;" loop="false" play="false" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114146391841513337?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114146391841513337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114146391841513337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114146391841513337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114146391841513337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/japanese-advertisment.html' title='Japanese Advertisment'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114139981013003502</id><published>2006-03-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:40:59.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This rap i like call WOW</title><content type='html'>Found a really nice rap about WOW by this band called the  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/futuristicsexrobotz"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;futuristic sex robotz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the land of Azeroth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Chapelle"&gt;Dave Chapelle&lt;/a&gt; fought &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Hasselhoff"&gt;David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we started out life in the Valley of Trials&lt;br /&gt;now we stack gold in big ass piles&lt;br /&gt;lookin through the books on top of the shelves&lt;br /&gt;learning spells, gonna plow some naked elves&lt;br /&gt;chillin in Thunder Bluff or Iron Forge&lt;br /&gt;we're engineers at the level of Geordi LaForge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home from work and I had some time,&lt;br /&gt;so I opened up WoW and I got online,&lt;br /&gt;logged into my Shaman up on Daggerspine,&lt;br /&gt;when this maxed out &lt;em&gt;motherfucker&lt;/em&gt; tried to take what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;he said "I spent a thousand hours and I failed out of school,&lt;br /&gt;and to justify it, I challenge you to a duel"&lt;br /&gt;I said thats okay, I know you'd beat me,&lt;br /&gt;look at me I'm not even at level 20,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one of those things that they call a job,&lt;br /&gt;and so I can't spend all day, runnin a mob,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;motherfucker&lt;/em&gt; kept pushin, wouldn't leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;I said fine bitch, pretend to be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvester_Stallone"&gt;Sylvester Stallone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after he won he started talkin hella shit,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought to myself, "Is this fool legit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Recycle Bin and Subrandom to the place,&lt;br /&gt;and they found the little bitch and regulated on his face,&lt;br /&gt;see, we don't take no shit from internet teenagers,&lt;br /&gt;pretending to to be straight gangster ass bangers,&lt;br /&gt;step out of cyberspace and come over to my place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i got a level 60 bullet for your motherfuckin face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the land of Azeroth&lt;br /&gt;Dave Chapelle fought David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;we started out life in the Valley of Trials&lt;br /&gt;now we stack gold in big ass piles&lt;br /&gt;lookin through the books on top of the shelves&lt;br /&gt;learning spells, gonna plow some naked elves&lt;br /&gt;chillin in Thunder Bluff or Iron Forge&lt;br /&gt;we're engineers at the level of Geordi LaForge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember back when 10 &lt;em&gt;fuckin&lt;/em&gt; levels was hard?&lt;br /&gt;nows it's ten 60s gankin noobs in the yard,&lt;br /&gt;fat stacks of gear for Blackwing Lair,&lt;br /&gt;10k armor when I shift into bear,&lt;br /&gt;we got all these farmers rollin on gear,&lt;br /&gt;now we quick to boot em the fuck out of here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murlocks be screamin when we show up,&lt;br /&gt;Volatile Rum's what's fillin up my cup,&lt;br /&gt;today we catch no hastle in Stratholm,&lt;br /&gt;droppin bosses harder than&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Holmes_%28actor%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;John Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;updated weekly, this shit is great,&lt;br /&gt;can't say no more cause the game don't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the land of Azeroth&lt;br /&gt;Dave Chapelle fought David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;we started out life in the Valley of Trials&lt;br /&gt;now we stack gold in big ass piles&lt;br /&gt;lookin through the books on top of the shelves&lt;br /&gt;learning spells, gonna plow some naked elves&lt;br /&gt;chillin in Thunder Bluff or Iron Forge&lt;br /&gt;we're engineers at the level of Geordi LaForge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out my life killing them boars,&lt;br /&gt;now I spend my days rapin Night Elf whores,&lt;br /&gt;catch you in the valley, and get me some head,&lt;br /&gt;I swear that we're fighting an army of speds,&lt;br /&gt;don't even get me started on you fucking gold farmers,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta make a living, but I need that armor,&lt;br /&gt;one day I met this dude yellin "&lt;em&gt;Yar motherfucker&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tankin up mobs like a angry drunk trucker,&lt;br /&gt;introduced me to the ill Druid squad, yo,&lt;br /&gt;never run with em, but I'll give a priest a nod, ho,&lt;br /&gt;you can melt faces but I'm smashin em in,&lt;br /&gt;Windfury on my tuf so you fear Recycle Bin,&lt;br /&gt;watch out, comin soon to an ass near you,&lt;br /&gt;a non-stop beating that's long overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the land of Azeroth&lt;br /&gt;Dave Chapelle fought David Hasselhoff&lt;br /&gt;we started out life in the Valley of Trials&lt;br /&gt;now we stack gold in big ass piles&lt;br /&gt;lookin through the books on top of the shelves&lt;br /&gt;learning spells, gonna plow some naked elves&lt;br /&gt;chillin in Thunder Bluff or Iron Forge&lt;br /&gt;we're engineers at the level of Geordi LaForge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114139981013003502?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114139981013003502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114139981013003502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114139981013003502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114139981013003502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-rap-i-like-call-wow.html' title='This rap i like call WOW'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114134938323727006</id><published>2006-03-03T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T07:49:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first depress post =(</title><content type='html'>Life is just full of &lt;a href="http://www.facemakersincorporated.com/images/l/lemons.jpg"&gt;lemons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my sleeping hours have become very out of whack, i sleep at 8am and wake up in the afternoon. Yet now its 8.30am and i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling restless. ITE starts in like.... june?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i better go find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spended the morning reading &lt;a href="http://memeblogspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just me's blog&lt;/a&gt;, some random stranger who left a comment on my blog. Its quite interesting reading her blog, all these grown up stuff. Reading her blog is like getting hit by a sledge hammer " Yes life is difficult and unfair, well yours anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddently feel so old. Time passes so quickly and i am 18 this year. I cant believe this, soon i will be an adult. What a scary thought. will my life be like &lt;a href="http://memeblogspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just me's blog&lt;/a&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i am feeling so calm and unmoved. I should be hiding behind a blanket and crying or entering my depression mode. I seem so lost, but then again i will probably feel normal in a few day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i am &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;damn hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw miss tay, mr sham, mr nar-say and mr siva yesterday. If i spelled their name wrong, well at least thats how its pronounce. I feel too ashamed to go and say hi to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my friend scold me for going to ITE, they are even more worried then i am -_-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot i need to defer from NS, fuck i think i forgot the password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact i think i even lost the paper they send me. Knowing me i probably anticipated i will lost it earlier on if i didnt keep it properly hence i kept it safe somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i forgot the safe place, but then seeing as how i am too lazy to move from my chair its probably just in the table drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My canada friend was going to eat toast but her brother ate it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That charmaine came online, i wonder if i can come up with a lame excuse to make her write a post on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene just nudge me, we are probably gonna spend hours debating on various subject, in this case hes probably gonna ask me to go to Suntec to check out those private schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have no interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he should be comforting me but it ended the other way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just filled with&lt;a href="http://mineral.galleries.com/minerals/elements/iron/iron.jpg"&gt; irony &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now charmaine messaged me, lets see what she has to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am comforting her too -_-llll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN she didnt include me in her will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT HER SIMS'S EXPANSION GAMEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is smoking infront of me again, tell her so many fucking time dont smoke she dont listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emotioneric.com/panic.jpg"&gt;panicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel a thing, talking to them and seeing them panic is so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that yoet siang is online, havent seen him in a while, i miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen jie sign in, probably gonna ask me sooner or later how i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unsuprisingly eugene and i ended up arguing about our libido's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wtf ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene proceed to telling me empty vessel makes the loudest noise, which makes me come to realise that all this &lt;em&gt;chim chim&lt;/em&gt; saying is complete crap ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets see what else is gonna happen ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going to buy game, godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry i cant reply my dearest lama's message to because i am too lazy to go buy a top-up card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited eugene into the charmaine converstation earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of our converstation consisted of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:.* vainity = im not perfect, just conceited~* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can go in peace now? &lt;em&gt;( she meants death )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--Jaded-- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!!! lets do it together!! i push u!!! then i jump .. how does that sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The meowing one says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--Jaded-- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8_8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:.* vainity = im not perfect, just conceited~* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about you slash my wrist, i slash ure wrist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The meowing one says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/HotSprings/1911/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/HotSprings/1911/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cactuargod.ytmnd.com/"&gt;OMG&lt;/a&gt;, theres a commerical on tv about so you think you can dance .. that song is the one jasmine phang last time used in her blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what do you know my mother make tuna sandwich, guess i will be eating toast afterall, she ask me to eat when its hot, taste fucking good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long time since my mother make breakfast for me, like more or less a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the DAE thing will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it probably wont work, because kent told me it will work. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thats why i am sure it wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite fun writing about things as they happen, it must be very boring for the readers though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost is comming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can keep watching as the producers keep ending the episodes with more questions than answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how they gain viewership right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall put a " LOL " here to let readers know i am not feeling&lt;a href="http://cskidcries.ytmnsfw.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like drawing something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perferably a chio bu &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no lama and no late-sleepers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there is going to be chio bus ( haha bus ) in my ITE next year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love animals, but i love &lt;a href="http://www.jimwegryn.com/Photos/Curious"&gt;cats&lt;/a&gt; best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crow is in my house again, i never chase it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114134938323727006?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114134938323727006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114134938323727006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114134938323727006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114134938323727006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-depress-post.html' title='My first depress post =('/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114133004541060200</id><published>2006-03-03T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T04:41:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where "Sexy" and "Monkey" Meet</title><content type='html'>ever wish u could become a talking monkey in an email ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well neither have i but guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a website that allows you to send email to your friend with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talking monkey&lt;/span&gt; in it. What makes it really fun and lame is that you can programme what you want the monkey to say, either through text ( the AI will try to pronounce what you say ) or through a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can customise the way the monkey looks as there are three different monkeys up for selection, and various amount of hairstyles, glasses and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the webbie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.careerbuilder.com/monk-e-mail/Default.aspx?cbRecursionCnt=1&amp;amp;cbsid=413786ae19164229baad0150f892f4f1-194549682-WK-2"&gt;Click for some monkey love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can get the monkey to say all sort of crazy things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god i have an yeast infection !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking cheesebun wheres the money you own me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA you failed your maths test !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your father ( in hokkien )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are on to us !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was the same after watching planet of the apes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114133004541060200?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114133004541060200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114133004541060200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114133004541060200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114133004541060200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-sexy-and-monkey-meet.html' title='Where &quot;Sexy&quot; and &quot;Monkey&quot; Meet'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114113100452814333</id><published>2006-02-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T04:41:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavana Food</title><content type='html'>While we are on the topic about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fried chicken&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever eaten a chicken wing and didnt feel satisfy of yourself afterwards, like you've made a wrong step somewhere ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel that you have the potential to bring out the full favour of your chickens ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never fear for i have discovered the hidden art of chicken-eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How to enjoy your chicken wing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/chicky%20wings.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/chicky%20wings.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the extract from the tissue to help those who have a problem with reading words on a tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always select the sharpest but the smallest end of your chicken wing otherwise known as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wing tip,&lt;/span&gt; where the batter is the most &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;crispy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fragrant&lt;/span&gt;. Next, savour the wing which is also called the "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in-between&lt;/span&gt;" where much of the heat is retained due to its size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a spoon, scoop a good load of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;our wonderful chilli sauce&lt;/span&gt; and smear it all over, the wing, that is Do not dip !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not want all the great chilli favour slipping into the sauce-dish !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably thinking that something packed with such sacred knowledge can only be found in some sort of powerful secret martial arts manual hidden in the mountains - the how the heros find them and master some super marital-art skills and go arounding owning people in films like 射雕英雄傳 or 倚天屠龙记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah its just printed on cavana's tissues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you ask me THATS some good advice right there, and if you think theres all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait utill you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;独孤刀劍齊失人雲亡 EATING FRIED CHICKEN 功夫&lt;/span&gt;" part 2 to better compliment your chicken-eating skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC00457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC00457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For the grand finale&lt;/span&gt;, but do not rush as this is the last piece of your&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; fabulous wing&lt;/span&gt;. Relish the final part of the exquisite wing a.k.a the drumlet, the juiciest part of the wing and the meatiest of all ! Repeat chilli instruction in step 2. Gurantees that you will be left wanting more. Bon Apetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to think so many years i've been eating chickens like they were food ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;However the food there is quite nice, albeit little in quantity =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114113100452814333?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114113100452814333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114113100452814333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114113100452814333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114113100452814333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/cavana-food.html' title='Cavana Food'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114064258414801098</id><published>2006-02-23T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:51:00.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfairness of the world part 2</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored i went to check out &lt;a href="http://winsor.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-interesting.html"&gt;winsor's post on the quiz thingie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its a site where you enter you name and it will give you a definition on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i entered my own name there and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="280" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;David Yeung --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS THIS ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winsor gets a cool one like &lt;a href="http://winsor.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-interesting.html"&gt;A real life terminator&lt;/a&gt; and i get a crappy taste like chicken ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crap man, totally unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i find out that the site randomly gives out definitions -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114064258414801098?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114064258414801098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114064258414801098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114064258414801098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114064258414801098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfairness-of-world-part-2.html' title='Unfairness of the world part 2'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114052492886917776</id><published>2006-02-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:47:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfairness of the world part 1</title><content type='html'>The world is an unfair place my friends, and i have proof ! So i was having lunch with kent and ke qun at sp the other day and we both order chicken rice, as you all know chicken rick comes with a bowl of soup ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Soup%20Compare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Larger%20Soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Soup%20Compare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Up%20view%20of%20soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Up%20view%20of%20soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come kent's soup is such a &lt;strong&gt;LARGE&lt;/strong&gt; bowl one and my own look so pathetic, what the fishballs is wrong if this sociaty ?! How come kent's soup is such a big bowl ?! Oh god do you hate me ?! there is something wrong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS ISNT FAIRRRRRR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114052492886917776?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114052492886917776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114052492886917776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114052492886917776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114052492886917776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfairness-of-world-part-1.html' title='Unfairness of the world part 1'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114043967030204823</id><published>2006-02-20T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:51:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain of not nudging</title><content type='html'>So today i was having a converstation with rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;RACHEL ; said:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't send a nudge to this contact because he or she is using MSN Web Messenger, not MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114043967030204823?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114043967030204823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114043967030204823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114043967030204823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114043967030204823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/pain-of-not-nudging.html' title='The pain of not nudging'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-114029089195283349</id><published>2006-02-19T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T05:05:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Scribblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason i cant see my own typing while i am er..typing this, so if i made a typo somewhere i cant fix it. It might have something to do if the fact that i am using the new window browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently as bored as i am i use the msn messenger's handwrite feature to draw some pictures, using my mouse no less !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to publish some of them, its mostly display pictures of people and frienster pic&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Choon%20Hoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all downwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Davinci-mona-lisa-1503-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Davinci-mona-lisa-1503-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my primary school friend mona....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK i am kidding i am kidding, the real pictures are further down !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Jing%20yi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Jing%20yi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl from my earlier secondary days, i was browsing through my friendster pictures and notice that she put up a new picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the flower is probably a gift on valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably only my batch people will know who she is as it doesnt really look like her, but then again most of my pictures dont look like their intended target &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Choon%20Hoe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Choon%20Hoe.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah its that red haired dude, but if you look at his picture on msn messenger it looks more like maroon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frequent blogger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/lynn%20and%20rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/lynn%20and%20rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two crazy girls from secondary 2, i can still remember that time they had a crazy argument and&lt;em&gt; dont friend dont friend&lt;/em&gt; each other, now they are like sisters again =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 girls from my batch, unless you seen their display pictures you probably dont know who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;last by definitly the most time consuming and draining ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/Brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh ... that memorable picture i have, the "top-est" guy is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why most of them dont have an eye or nose or things like that is because &lt;s&gt;most of them are aliens from another dimension &lt;/s&gt;the msn messenger window is too small and the paint brush is too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew i am so hungry i will go make myself some noodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-114029089195283349?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/114029089195283349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=114029089195283349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114029089195283349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/114029089195283349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-scribblings.html' title='Some Scribblings'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-113990141531895981</id><published>2006-02-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:15:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Links</title><content type='html'>Recently i've noticed that my links are getting larger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to write out a brief summary of my opinions on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active Blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rrachel-.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen Rachell&lt;/a&gt; - Oh yea that girl who always lose to me in checkers, her blog is mildy entertaining. Dont know why she doesnt really write in paragraph but rather sentence by sentence. It actually is quite comfortable reading it, and she always add in that " -.- " which is ...erm....er.....i dont know it just seems ...oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do check out her friend's blog, always got one of those girl fight on their tagboards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and shawn if your reading this, the answer is no time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winsor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vampiric Winsor&lt;/a&gt; - his blog also quite nice la, good english and all that. Plus i was featured in his blog. God David David, your such a charmer. Anyway back to winsor's blog, he actually have had 21529 people visited it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have like like 1880 people visit my blog !! life is so unfair, but i suppose it is better this way, too much people visit meants i have to update regularly to live up to their expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://betweenlifeandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suprising Suzy&lt;/a&gt; - Blog &lt;em&gt;alrite alrite&lt;/em&gt; la, her life stuff. But i hate the skin, its so red, and her tagboard and posts are sometimes is in malays so i can hardly understand a word. One of those "if you dont know her you wont be interested" type of blog, same applies to the rest of the malay girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mina_dakwah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jumping sulas&lt;/a&gt; - Same as Suzy, another one of those blogs where i visit out of boredom and then after coming to the conclusion that i dont really have the patiences to read through their post, i will then head to her tagboard and realised i have no business there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justbeingme-.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roasted Basitah&lt;/a&gt; - Oh yea that meek girl in my class. Her Blog is the same as Sulas and Suzy. However whenever i go into her blog i cant even bear to read anything before i Click back. Its those taufiks pictures !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your crazy about Taufik but you don't have to have his picture on everything !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pokopants.blogspot.com/"&gt;That Jasmine&lt;/a&gt; - One of those Blogs that i rarely go to, except the last post was quite touching - the one about the Os. Other than that i only go when she ask me to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice songs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumbbbbbooo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Really Loud shawn&lt;/a&gt; - One of the blogs that i usually visit when i am oogling at my own blog, see the link and thinks to myself "&lt;em&gt;aiya&lt;/em&gt; so bored might as well see he got update or not la"&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Sometimes however there will be some posts on his blog that i like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres music at his blog but it takes a long time to load. Most of his posts are short and are his thoughts rather than " i woke up this morning bla bla bla go to school bla bla bla finish my homework bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moonstrucknuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;SereNUTS&lt;/a&gt; - A nice blog however i rarely read what she posts, normally i post crap on her tagboard, one simple way to amuse myself when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.complicatedlifeofhers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jumpy Li Ting&lt;/a&gt; - Typical girl blog. Nice skin though however i prefer the normal kind of skin i am using, its more pratical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yukikomel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faithful Mellisa&lt;/a&gt; - That crazy girl i sometimes chat with in the middle of the night as there are no one else online. Looking up at the archive of her blog, most of them deals with her laments over love and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rated TGB for typical girl blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loosepants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim Tim Darling ~ &lt;/a&gt;- Another one of my classmate blog that i like to read and envy his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasiie-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Micheal Hound &lt;/a&gt;- A blog that i created last night for my friend, probably nothing here yet but feel free to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colour-mii-lonely.blogspot.com/"&gt;Awwww--lyn &lt;/a&gt;- Another blog that was created recently, as expected there isnt much there but feel free to visit. A girl that i dont know in real life and only through the marvel that some of us call internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dead&lt;/span&gt; Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as we can only look on to the ruins of what was once an active blog, may we never forget that it was the blogger who chose to forsake the blog and not the blog whom have forsaken us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasphang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jas Jas Jas&lt;/a&gt; - I used to visit this blog quite often until the owner got lazy, used to be one those blogs that i visited regularly to post crap on the tagboard. I wonder what happen to that lama ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exodix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dead end Tyrone&lt;/a&gt; - A blog which i used to visit and post crappy comments, ahhh the memories ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blur-sotong-kent.blogspot.com/"&gt;No updates one la so dont bother&lt;/a&gt; - Expect Updates. Annually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://von-von-zhihui.blogs.friendster.com/"&gt;Rocker girl Von&lt;/a&gt; - Another one of those blog which the blogger was too lazy to blog ( much like myself ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all have a blogger inside us ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113990141531895981?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113990141531895981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113990141531895981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113990141531895981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113990141531895981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-links.html' title='My Links'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113939290548855203</id><published>2006-02-08T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:01:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC00323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC00323.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes i know i know i havent been updating recently, but thats only because i am busy playing guild wars and recently i've been home wasting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day i went to jonathan's house, seems like his dog never even grow an inch since i last saw it ( which was like months )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bored i took some picture of the cute furry glob of organic meatball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how the dog lay down, so cute &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that small short tall &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC00307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC00307.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a rear view of jonathan's dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC00312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inappropriate close up of Junior's short tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/1600/DSC00335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4642/1924/320/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another close up of junior's tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time at Jonathan's house i took 24 picture of that stupid mutt until my phone say memory stick not enough space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113939290548855203?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113939290548855203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113939290548855203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113939290548855203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113939290548855203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/02/junior.html' title='Junior'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113838494869430074</id><published>2006-01-28T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:31:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Celebration Part 3</title><content type='html'>There are also pictures of others that i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="315" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/mrsomething.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is quite funny to me because when i took this picture he was hesitating whether or not to let his picture be taken. So he was like moving back slightly like &lt;em&gt;dont want dont want like that&lt;/em&gt; but then another side of him say &lt;em&gt;aiya nevermind la nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da &lt;/em&gt;and that explains why he has such an expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="436" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/madamrudah.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Rudah, my sec 4E3 bio teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate science&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="429" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/lilianunguarded.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes a picture of Lilian, i must say she sure have grown a lot prettier since we last met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i took this picture she said " i want to take with someone leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i love taking picture of people when they didnt expect it, at the point of time in the picture Lilian was still talking about " i want to take with someone leh" and i just took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks more natural this way right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right guys ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway lets continue ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/wenjieshocked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened, we went to the teacher's room after the concert to look for our old teachers and i saw Miss Wong. Too bad she didnt want to take a picture. So anyway Wen jie proceeded to tell Miss Wong that how much my english suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ENGLISH SUCK ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wong then said to Wen Jie that my english was wayyy better than his. Look at the bewilderment on Wen jie's face as the reality of the truth of the knowledge that my english is way better than his starts to slowly sink into his thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the picture slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Savour it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/serenuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah that nutty Serena ( you can also find the link to her blog from ...er...my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really happy because she finally got her birthday present .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad shes a SIZE XL !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="386" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/smilesexy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A graphical presentation of a very forced smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Whao writing about this person i realised one very important fact. I dont even know his name !! I normally just call him that sexy dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other important news that really isnt that important but can be considered important&lt;/em&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had a chance to see rachel and lynn. That Rachel looks prettier then i imagined, but then again i didnt really see clearly her face !!! AND she changed her blog URL again !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that Mr Siva ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happen that i was taking a picture of him and since he is facing the corridor and i was taking the picture towards the bright light. The whole area appeared dark and i couldnt take the picture as there was no light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i said :" too dark to take a picture leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Siva :" OIE you racist ar ?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :" O_o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that was another unforgettable experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113838494869430074?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113838494869430074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113838494869430074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838494869430074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838494869430074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-celebration-part-3.html' title='Chinese New Year Celebration Part 3'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113838448839359120</id><published>2006-01-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:31:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Celebration Part 2</title><content type='html'>I have took some pictures of the various people i met at school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are not of Canberra Secondary were not allowed in until it was 11 30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god everyone was late for the meeting ( which i will write a post about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="272" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/concert.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the preformance itself, as you can see people are dancing up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the previous year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="311" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/shootingtheshooter.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never do remember the person who takes the picture dont we ?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in this picture is my classmate sulas whom you can find a link to from erm... my links. No doubt she will post the pictures and blog about what happened today on her blog so you might want to check her blog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/sulas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a better picture of Sulas saying "hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="375" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/jonhair.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not everyday that you see jonathan jel his hair !!&lt;br /&gt;well not for me anyway so i must take a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="427" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/swooningmrong.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised that mr ...erm...ong ? was so popular with the ladies, especially suzy whom seems especially happy to see him. My goodness ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="397" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/sivasiva.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Siva, singapore's brainiest teacher and the commissoner in triple nine. Not to mention my favourite teacher, his lessons are always interesting. Miss wong always wonder why i sleep in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UR LESSONS ARE BORING THATS WHY !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="392" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/line.jpg" width="487" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" did you boys sneak into the ladies again ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113838448839359120?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113838448839359120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113838448839359120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838448839359120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838448839359120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-celebration-part-2.html' title='Chinese New Year Celebration Part 2'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113838301500873886</id><published>2006-01-28T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:32:15.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Celebration Part 1</title><content type='html'>Going back to school today made me realised how happy i was at school back then, no worries, living day to day as time goes by. I walk around the school taking a couple of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular section is where all the "places" goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="351" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/favouritehaunt.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is probably the favourite haunt of some of our batch's boy. I remember we used to always sit there buying milo from the vending machine ( which now seems to be gone) and hope that Mr Z wont walk pass. Normally the people who sit there are Yoet Siang, josiah and their side of friends and Jonathan, gavin's side of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to sit there and chat wasting time away. Sometimes after Jia hui and gang finished their lunch at the canteen they will pass by here, its a sign that recess will be over in probably 10 minutes or so. Not to mention that the vending machine always seems to suffer blows from the legs of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after my 88 batch left this place is but a shadow of its former glory. There are of course other students sitting down there chatting. However they are not us and as such they probably didnt cause as much noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is for you vending machine, we will never forget you ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 442px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="295" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/canteen.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats our school canteen. As you can see its shrouded in darkness. Countless students have been driven to brink of insanity and would kill themselves rather than biting another bite of the canteen food. The dark energies surrounding this place has blighted this place into an unholy ruin, dangers lurks in the shadows and few dares to thread through this god-forsaken place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didnt turn on the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for rice that comes in ball shape then u have come to the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes however i will hang out in the canteen too when its recess. As does jonathan's friends and Jia Hui's friend. I have to say - the canteen food is really horrible. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thats why i rarely eat at the canteen during my lower seconday years.I have said this once and i will say it again. The food there really sucks. Even if you found something that you feel is delicious, it will eventually taste worse and worse until you want to bite your own tongue and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="239" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/rubbishbin.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cant forget the ever-adorable rubbish bin ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK people i think its high-time you showed a little appreciation to Mr Rubbish Bin over here. Without it just think where are you going to throw your litt.... oh wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that for us - everywhere is a Rubbish Bin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113838301500873886?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113838301500873886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113838301500873886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838301500873886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838301500873886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-celebration-part-1.html' title='Chinese New Year Celebration Part 1'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113838000246174814</id><published>2006-01-28T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:40:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super ject</title><content type='html'>Today i went back to Canberra Secondary School to check out the new year celebration. When i was still one of those lower lower secondary student i always see the previous batch of students come back. To think that one day i will actually have to go back to Canberra like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under everyone's &lt;em&gt;encouragement&lt;/em&gt; ? I head on to ask her to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following stick man comic is a brief summary of how it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="387" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/ject1.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="451" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/ject2.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="451" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/ject3.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="451" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/ject4.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="451" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/ject5.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a totally humilating and tramatising experience, i must remind myself never &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a number of pictures too and will publish them sooner or later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113838000246174814?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113838000246174814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113838000246174814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838000246174814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113838000246174814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-ject.html' title='Super ject'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113804002250136598</id><published>2006-01-24T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T02:23:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure in Guild Wars part 1</title><content type='html'>Just an hour ago i played Guild Wars with kent and it was ....an unforgettable episode in my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly let me list down the IGNs ( in-game-nick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifier Lancet - kent&lt;br /&gt;Siege Strider - me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out by preparing back in the city and then heading out into an area that even i had not explored before. After exploring the new area for a while my acute ranger senses detected a party of charr infront of us. I have dealt this kind of creatures before and knew the taste of their blades. I knew straight away that kent and i were no match for them. All my years of ranger training tells me to back away slowly in hopes that the charrs will not discover us. The charrs were ruthless being not of our kingdoms and sought to destroy the humans. I tactfully tell kent that we were no match for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David : kent we're no match for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent : dont worry i got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRE STORM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we shld be able to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kent was an elementlist and i was a ranger. The fire storm was a magic spell that does AOE ( area of effect ) damages. It does fire elemental damages to any monster caught in it's radius. Now kent thinks we can win, he seems to have misplaced the fact that he was only level 3 and i was level 5. There were 4 charrs and each of them does incredible damage to us. It was a difficult situation but i knew we had to back down, i knew it was a futile attempt as there was no way we could win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that his &lt;em&gt;fire storm &lt;/em&gt;is some sort of super high level uber doomsday spell when in actual fact it was just a primary basic skill in an elementlist arsenal, kent charged ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/chased.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from this picture kent is actually running off like a little 3 year old girl with her tail between her rubber duckie. Luckily i was cunningly observing the situation from afar watching as the monster ripped kent into shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it computer gaming terms there is a slang refered to as pwned. For a better idea of what it is and a list of words to desribe kent please refer to &lt;a href="http://www.guildwiki.org/wiki/Pwned"&gt;http://www.guildwiki.org/wiki/Pwned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a matter of time ...it was inevitable before kent eventually got ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="371" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/pwned.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see my ranger is still alive and kicking while kent is ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113804002250136598?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113804002250136598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113804002250136598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113804002250136598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113804002250136598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/adventure-in-guild-wars-part-1.html' title='Adventure in Guild Wars part 1'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113802181431897515</id><published>2006-01-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:10:14.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posic</title><content type='html'>Today at work pris didnt come leh. Chances are she was fired la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got this new girl came to work. Her name is posic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why when the older auntie staffs heard it they were laughing their already wrinkled butts off. The auntie reminds me of that rosie from pck. She say that the name posic sounds like bo chee? or was it bo chi? or was it pussy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i am also not too sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113802181431897515?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113802181431897515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113802181431897515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113802181431897515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113802181431897515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/posic.html' title='Posic'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113798575387438740</id><published>2006-01-23T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:23:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guild + Wars = Guild Wars</title><content type='html'>yea yea i know i know its a lousy title,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i finally brought Guild Wars and it is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fucking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fun. The game booasts great graphic, and i do really meant great graphic. GREAT GRAPHIC YOU HEAR ME ?!!? ITS GREAT !!!!. Furthermore whenever you travel to a dungeon you get the entire map to yourself and your party. You can invite your friends to join your party and go&lt;em&gt; chiong &lt;/em&gt;the dungeon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="519" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/statue.jpg" width="586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my ranger standing behind the erm statue of the god of something something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="621" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/shooter.jpg" width="591" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my ranger making use of the high grounds to attack foes. God my ranger is so cool ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="417" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/2.jpg" width="624" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh my assassin standing behind a group of guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="331" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/birdkill.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me explain. The ranger in the bottom of the picture is me whilst the elementist attacking is kent. Now normally i will just pretened to assist kent while he is attacking and instead talk on msn messenger. But this one really caught my attention. The bird kent is attacking is called strider and it is a good creature. Imagine final fantasy's chocobo - thats what it is. Now the strider is a gentle animal and wont attack you, now why would kent attack it ? that blood-thirsty post-evolved ape must have been power-blinded by the awe of guild wars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113798575387438740?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113798575387438740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113798575387438740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113798575387438740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113798575387438740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/guild-wars-guild-wars.html' title='Guild + Wars = Guild Wars'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113760556282464440</id><published>2006-01-19T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:34:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Room Horror</title><content type='html'>Today at work priscelia went into the changing room to do that "secretive gal thingie" that they always do and when she came out she told me there was someting interesting behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="694" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/DSC00098.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i emphasis on the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="368" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/wtf.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have really &lt;strong&gt;seen&lt;/strong&gt; everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113760556282464440?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113760556282464440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113760556282464440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113760556282464440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113760556282464440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/changing-room-horror.html' title='Changing Room Horror'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113751966123168833</id><published>2006-01-18T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:01:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>ARGHHHH I AM SO BORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that choon hoe and timothy's basic blogskins are actually that best type of skin there is, not those fancy fancy pattern pattern type that most people are using. When i have time i shall change my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea but just because i am bored doesnt meant i am free :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113751966123168833?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113751966123168833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113751966123168833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113751966123168833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113751966123168833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113751345715584667</id><published>2006-01-17T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:59:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Night BB</title><content type='html'>So finally kent sended me the other night pictures when we where at the basketball court. So Jia hui, kent, yoet siang, wen jie, wei jian and i was there. As usual wen jie and i played against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As a sign of good sportsmanship we shook hands before the match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="437" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/handshake.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thats wen jie's battle cry, hes feeling confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="511" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/wenn.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/dead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually that didnt happen....but damn it should have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we took a lot of other pictures too&lt;br /&gt;Wenjie + Yoet Siang&lt;br /&gt;*thats kent's sexy leg in the back of the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="409" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/dey.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="402" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/nolittering.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence that litters are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically forgot what happen that night because it was like weeks ago and that fucktard who was playing the psp only sended me the pictures recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113751345715584667?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113751345715584667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113751345715584667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113751345715584667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113751345715584667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-night-bb.html' title='That Night BB'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113751142542897406</id><published>2006-01-17T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:23:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>God i am so bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone play dota with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113751142542897406?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113751142542897406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113751142542897406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113751142542897406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113751142542897406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113743396255955563</id><published>2006-01-17T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:52:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoet Siang</title><content type='html'>Recently that lamer yoet siang has been using my name to post on tagboards and i in turn uses his name to tag. I simpily dont understand why he would challenge me on my own tagboard ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can manipulate the tagboard messages to my every whim. Such as deleting his tags or even editing it myself. This leads me to seriously doubt yoet siang's intellect, hence i decided to write a post on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Related ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/Related.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being classmates with him for years i have little doubt that he has perfected his art of lameness to god-like levels. Even veteran lamers would find it hard to not get caught in his web, not to mention counter laming him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can base our theory that yoet siang might indeed be a horse by his golden like hair and his horse like skull structure. IF yoet siang is not a horse it is highly possible that he might have originated from one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoet Siang's long arms also hints that his ancestor might have been some sort of horse like creature. As for whether yoet siang is the product of evolution or devolution is left to be unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/evolutionchart2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of the report&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113743396255955563?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113743396255955563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113743396255955563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113743396255955563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113743396255955563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/yoet-siang.html' title='Yoet Siang'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113737814955709420</id><published>2006-01-16T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:22:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Kent, Never</title><content type='html'>Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday kent and i went out to eat, then he told me a joke. Unlike other of the jokes which he usually tells me, this one was actually funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But i am not going to laught, i wont give him the satisfication. Never. I will instead use some sacarstic remark to shoot back him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113737814955709420?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113737814955709420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113737814955709420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113737814955709420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113737814955709420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/never-kent-never.html' title='Never Kent, Never'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113715856334253935</id><published>2006-01-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:12:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe Sex</title><content type='html'>The other day i saw Jeremey from last year 4E1 class and i was like " at least they got the right person ...". He was on channel U toking about safe sex. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;That worries me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has our society really fallen to such degrading standards ? And was it just me or did jeremy said that he showed his friends condom ( to teach them safe sex, whether he had it on or not i do not noe becos in chinese in sounded like ...erm nvm).The show carried on and on and on and i was like "hey where did that condom came from" and why does jeremy have it ? Did he turned into a super suave womanising (safe) sex machine since i last saw him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought to myself, which teenager going through the rebellious phrase ever listen to preeching adults? So what the hell does the show hope to achieve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly we must clear the misunderstanding that safe sex doesnt just mean not doing SM. Nope nope this is safe as in not wearing protection. Sorta like installing norton firewall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurs to me that the best way to promote safe sex is to show teens not how to prevent it but instead the end results.Thus as a responsible citizen i have brought it upon myself to write yet another lame post on promoting safe sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute bundle of joy or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hellish angel of death&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have instilled the hesitance into those pesky little teenagers you have to strike while the iron is hot. Procced with informing the cons of babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) poop everwhere&lt;br /&gt;2 ) laze around eating out of your pocket when fully grown&lt;br /&gt;3 ) sleep hour is cut short by 50 %&lt;br /&gt;4 ) worry that they will do the same stupid things that you did when ur their age&lt;br /&gt;e.g not practicing safe sex&lt;br /&gt;5 ) will genetically look like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully once thats all done teenagers will be crazy not to pratice safe sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113715856334253935?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113715856334253935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113715856334253935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113715856334253935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113715856334253935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/safe-sex.html' title='Safe Sex'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113672822594261238</id><published>2006-01-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:54:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20 cents T_T</title><content type='html'>A great catashropic diaster has struck ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my 20 cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened today when i was running home ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that day, it was raining heavily. I had just returned home from buying the game "indigo prophecy" and coke. I recieved the change from the shop. And that was when i first meet my 20 cents. It caught my eye immediatly, shinning ever so brightly like any other coins. But it was different from other coins, this one felt ... erm well different. In my &lt;s&gt;absence-minded-ious &lt;/s&gt;erm haste i did not put the coin in the coin section of my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the coin fell out into the muddy depths of the drains. Not a hour has gone by where i did not regret my actions. If onli i had put it in my coin area none of this would have happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special feelings towards losing coins can be traced years back when an incident happened that left me an incomplete man. Years back, i was returning home from school, intending to buy a bottle of coke as i normally do. I crossed the road to the shop and my 10 cents fell out of my wallet. But i did not care for such things in the past and i chose to ignore the 10 cents coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a decision that i will regret for all of my life. When later i reached the shopi discovered i was short of 10 cents to buy my coke. I was tramatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people it had to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt the truth of the world that day and began to see things in a different light. Never again will i look down on the value of any coins no matter what their value is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a changed man from that day onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113672822594261238?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113672822594261238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113672822594261238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113672822594261238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113672822594261238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-20-cents-tt.html' title='My 20 cents T_T'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113664342494082850</id><published>2006-01-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:17:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>I never really feel quite right&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, all I know is there's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you, you seem so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do you do it, walk me through it&lt;br /&gt;I'm following every footstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby on your own you take a cautious step&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna give it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is for you to SHINE&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say a lot of things sometimes that don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;And I act like I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I guess a reaction is all I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked through me, you really knew me like no one has EVER looked before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby on your own you take a cautious step&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna give it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is for you to SHINE&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, girl you got something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINE &lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me &lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby on your own you take a cautious step&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna give it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is for you to SHINE&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me &lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine&lt;br /&gt;Shine yeaaah &lt;br /&gt;Shine on this life that's burning out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113664342494082850?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113664342494082850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113664342494082850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113664342494082850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113664342494082850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113638967534237115</id><published>2006-01-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:47:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>so the other day i did this test to depend wad type of high skool personality i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outsider eh .... well i suppose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113638967534237115?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638967534237115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113638967534237115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638967534237115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638967534237115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113638929373526802</id><published>2006-01-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:41:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is yet another test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113638929373526802?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638929373526802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113638929373526802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638929373526802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638929373526802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-yet-another-test.html' title=''/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113638785285296961</id><published>2006-01-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:17:32.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiax</title><content type='html'>Still not getting any&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113638785285296961?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638785285296961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113638785285296961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638785285296961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638785285296961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hiax.html' title='hiax'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113638654769795148</id><published>2006-01-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:55:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>testing testing again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113638654769795148?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638654769795148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113638654769795148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638654769795148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638654769795148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/testing_04.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113638566471505484</id><published>2006-01-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:41:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>testing testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113638566471505484?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638566471505484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113638566471505484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638566471505484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113638566471505484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113637184306845639</id><published>2006-01-04T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:09:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customers</title><content type='html'>10 things i wish i could say to customers with getting fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yes auntie your baby might be cute but that wont stop me from choking the life&lt;br /&gt;out of it with you dont get it off my product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Of cos we have cheap things around here *stares at her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) gee thanks for messing up my products and let me do all the cleaning up, while&lt;br /&gt;i am at it shall i clean your house too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) of course i will carry your bags to the taxi 4 storeys down !!! Shall i change&lt;br /&gt;your babies diapers and do the dishes for you too ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) yes you look like a giant cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i am simpily astounded at ur amazing preception to not notice the various other&lt;br /&gt;products lying around that has been deliberatly opened so that you would not have&lt;br /&gt;to open a new one to test it out and instead you choose to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) why would i want to stop ur child ? you'll be the one paying anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) yes we have discounts as indicated by the GIANT DISPLAY SIGN infront of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) no no i am not making faces at your child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) !@#$ you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113637184306845639?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113637184306845639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113637184306845639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113637184306845639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113637184306845639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2006/01/customers.html' title='Customers'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113565657925739349</id><published>2005-12-27T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:09:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks</title><content type='html'>wah liao eh this suck laaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113565657925739349?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113565657925739349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113565657925739349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113565657925739349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113565657925739349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-sucks.html' title='This Sucks'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113562471062860714</id><published>2005-12-27T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:26:31.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>So Shawn, tyrone, dont noe wad guy and me went to tang ling mall today.&lt;br /&gt;Then we arrived at this magic shop inside got a lot of fancy magic stuff - like card tricks, dice tricks and ....well basically magic stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One item stood out above all the rest - a magic crystal ball, looking at it we caught a slight glimpish of our future ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/Picture32.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats tyrone's future ...with u look closely thats not a bowl but actually a coconut shell...poor chap doesnt even have money for a real bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/Image215.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats shawn's future, playing for the Red Indians basketball team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my future &lt;br /&gt;i dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extrememly depressed we went to ang mo kio because tyrone wanted to fix his specs or something. Enter the shop we see the clerk give us that " wah lan eh that guy again ar" face but he still pretend " i am happy to serve you" face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at last i got scammed into walking with shawn to his hse =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113562471062860714?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113562471062860714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113562471062860714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113562471062860714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113562471062860714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-day_26.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113518537117374293</id><published>2005-12-22T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:16:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music thingie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;WAH FUCK LA THAT STUPID MUSIC THINGIE STILL DOESNT WORK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113518537117374293?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113518537117374293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113518537117374293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113518537117374293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113518537117374293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-thingie.html' title='Music thingie'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113518063157563614</id><published>2005-12-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:12:55.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today i went out with Kent again, dont noe why suddently pop out one wen jie then halfway halfway pop out another li yang. So like anyway Kent told me he wants to study for some exam ar then ask me go MOS with him then suddently got one wen jie i know kent no need to study liao la sure we tok cock all the way thru one la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kent was still like okok study study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BULL****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we tok tok tok, tok until basketball there wad shoes and all that ar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Kent was like say that guy and i quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"wah liao eh so big liao still dont think leh tok until so far-fetched"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we tok tok tok and we 3 had chicken spicy leh wah liao those two bastards copying me and li yang left earlier cos he was tired of having to act like wen jie jokes was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending an ridculous amount of time there we finally left and went to buy drinks from 7 eleven. Then kent say wad the marsh-mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tastes nice ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With to u tasty meants crap then i suppose ut was nice lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah brother see how the thing come out from the machine i aso no appeitite liao ar still eat - althou it did taste quite nice la eat liao stomach feels hot man then both of us went to buy that starbuck drink ( from the seven elven ) mocha ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah open the cap got that "pop" sound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sibeh style leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then we went to play basketball ar then this 2 gals and this guy ask us play team ar oh yea that guy call gary with i am not wrong from semb sec wah then play halfway rain so we hid under the shelter then at there we played dribbling wah u wanna block wen jie hor its like blocking a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MOUNTAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah later wen jie see this he sure kao bei kao bu liao la - ah well used to it liao la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach still feels quite warm man&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its muscle cramp ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Kent was like telling me fake right go left&lt;br /&gt;thanks for saying that loud enuf so that my opponent can hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after stop raining again we played with that team again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 vs 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah cow i play outside they play inside i run until like a mad dog like that leh wah&lt;br /&gt;wah biang eh mark those 2 gals is like playing a mini-game inside the real game man - they keep passing to each other pass back pass forth wah biang eh arlo i the one running here leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore the gal shooting like free one like that sure in, so with i dont mark them we're screwed and the 2 of their teammates  then one tall, one shoot aso not bad then we were like screwed from outside and inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i tot shld be no problem leh since i tot got Kent and Wen Jie but we were like so screwed by their volleyball skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I AM SO !@#$% U CANT SEE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that as usual we sit under Kent block to chit some chat&lt;br /&gt;Then we started toking about old days&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Long ...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Phang ?&lt;br /&gt;and then they 2 tok about gals then i was like eh wad i dont noe dont noe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kent and me aso recounted those days where we have close shave near to death experience in skools - namely being ALMOST beaten up by ah bengs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus i decided to one day write a post on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113518063157563614?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113518063157563614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113518063157563614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113518063157563614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113518063157563614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113465448189983992</id><published>2005-12-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:10:15.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i finally watched Ah Kong</title><content type='html'>So kent and me finally watched King Kong today and i decided to write about the movie. The movie was actually quite nice too and some parts are pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;overall the graphic was quite nice and the KK VS T-REX part was aso pretty wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u could really tell that Ah Kong was actually are good guy ... gorilla and in some part is pretty cute and that the humans are the real bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like in the part where King Kong died in the end was really sad and it was all becos of carl lying and all that to preserve his own success that ended up in the death of so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the part where King Kong fought 3 t rex was aso pretty wild and the way he broke the T rex jaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we can aso see that in his cave got many other skeleton of wad appears to be other of his species too so i guess that king kong is aso pretty lonely eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part where kong and ann watch the sunset was aso pretty romantic.....erm sortof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the final part where King Kong randomly grabbed a woman that has blond hair &lt;&gt; was aso sibeh funny leh ...with wrong gal then kong just throw away like litter the stage part where a false ann was put in after kong was captured was aso funny ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kong tot the gal was Ann but in the end was another gal then he gave the WTF !? face LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the ending as pretty sudden like KONG fell off the buldung then die liao ahh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;End of spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guessed it is a pretty good movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i and kent was like debating over whether Godzilla or Kong will win in a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shld answer another question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godzillatemple.com/hidden/rextoon1.gif"&gt;http://www.godzillatemple.com/hidden/rextoon1.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but another way there was a movie where King Kong actually fought Godzilla and in the end it was actually King Kong who won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe that Ah choy had to die !?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was beauty, as always, beauty killed the beast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113465448189983992?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-113457587943086085</id><published>2005-12-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:58:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why being late isnt my fault</title><content type='html'>Ok so i was 25 mintues late&lt;br /&gt;but it isnt totally my fault&lt;br /&gt;here are 10 reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  ) Kent didnt call me earlier&lt;br /&gt;2  ) I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3  ) 859 goes longer&lt;br /&gt;4  ) I didnt wobble there&lt;br /&gt;5  ) I had to water my plants&lt;br /&gt;6  ) King Kong is just too hot&lt;br /&gt;7  ) The show shld have been released 2 or 3 days earlier&lt;br /&gt;8  ) Kent shld have arrange to meet up earlier so that even with i was late i still be there at 7 45&lt;br /&gt;9  ) The shows is probably fully booked anyway&lt;br /&gt;10) We shld have gone to a better cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after saying that i conclude that it was all kent's fault and that i have nothing to do with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113457587943086085?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113457587943086085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113457587943086085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113457587943086085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113457587943086085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/reasons-why-being-late-isnt-my-fault.html' title='Reasons why being late isnt my fault'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113456890849992705</id><published>2005-12-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:01:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Kong</title><content type='html'>Tonight was suc a fun night&lt;br /&gt;Kent and me went to visit ah kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WITH ONLI THAT WAS TRUE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really happened was that a certain charming pure innocent carefree holy brave noble kindly gentle indiviual was &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;LATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think we were suppose to meet at 7 45 but that indiviual like woke up at 7 40 and reached there round..erm....8 10 ? and ah kong starts at 8 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah the movie damn hot man it was full sia so ended up kent and me had nthing to do until then&lt;br /&gt;i suggested we watch Hairy Otter but NoOoOoOoo someone say it sucks ..cough kent cough&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to comic connection and wander round there toking about guild wars and WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were at there like looking at the comic and a certain VCD ....hehehe....er anyway&lt;br /&gt;i saw the prince of persia game and i realised something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its like there was a door infront of me but NoOoOo the prince has gotta do all these aerobatic stunts, running on walls, jumping on ledges and climbing pillars just to get to a switch 30 meters up on the wall...now i think to myself wad sort of idoit would put a switch to open the door so farking high on the wall, wad with the idoit himself wanted to get thru the door ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realise it was only a game and the reason i am so pissed off is probably because i am still stuck in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it i will probably ask Kent to lend me King Kong game but he is probably reading this so with ur kent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whew then i went to the com shop next to comic connection, whao microphones cost onli 9 something !! i think i shld get one so that i can scold people on msn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113456890849992705?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113456890849992705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113456890849992705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113456890849992705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113456890849992705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah-kong.html' title='Ah Kong'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113449256221756809</id><published>2005-12-14T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:11:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>oh my dearie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that changing my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the words to clash with the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos my old skin background is black&lt;br /&gt;so my words are always in white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my background is white&lt;br /&gt;and the words font remain white -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being such a lazy bum&lt;br /&gt;u dont expect me to change all my post now do you&lt;br /&gt;dont answer that&lt;br /&gt;tats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113449256221756809?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113449256221756809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113449256221756809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113449256221756809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113449256221756809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113446909482475689</id><published>2005-12-13T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:06:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok so last night this gal call nisa called me for the bar job thingie&lt;br /&gt;then say wad later call back to confirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirm haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confirm never call is more like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then when i finally found her number and called her&lt;br /&gt;it was another person&lt;br /&gt;then thru some miracle i call the number and there she was&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me another number&lt;br /&gt;the number of my team leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like i went to the meeting point but i cant find him&lt;br /&gt;and i just wandered there&lt;br /&gt;so like i saw this supicious guy there&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;David sense&lt;/em&gt; started tingling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i waited till like 12 so i decided to went home&lt;br /&gt;then at like 1 the guy called me again&lt;br /&gt;so i went there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ink Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i went to the security point first&lt;br /&gt;to get the pass thats need to get in&lt;br /&gt;and so i went off on my way&lt;br /&gt;the security guard say go left turn right the go straight and i fell asleep at this point&lt;br /&gt;rather that saying all that&lt;br /&gt;why cant he just say go behind and take the lift ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i took the lift&lt;br /&gt;and ended up in this god forsaken place&lt;br /&gt;and i walked outside and i was like wad da fark&lt;br /&gt;there was this exit sign there&lt;br /&gt;so i took it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ended up in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; toilet&lt;/span&gt; -__-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but the toilet sibeh stylo sia&lt;br /&gt;so i tot i in the bar toilet&lt;br /&gt;so i walk out&lt;br /&gt;ended up in this clothing shop -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to the security guard&lt;br /&gt;and he told we the bar was just next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;!#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;just that the door was lock&lt;br /&gt;it was suppose to open at 5&lt;br /&gt;so i went back to the security guard&lt;br /&gt;then this other guy told&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me that can go in from the lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;YAR RITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i go there got wad LJ door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then this doorbell guy thingie tell me no door&lt;br /&gt;wah i feel so cheated sia&lt;br /&gt;so i went back and decided to take my luck with the lift&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out that the place that i used to go into the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAS THE BAR !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the end i had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mop the floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wipe the Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wipe the wines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;arrange the drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;arrange stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;melt the ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and we even finished early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even met chai wai and exchanged a few words with him&lt;br /&gt;and their canteen food looks quite nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i was told that there was 2 kind of bar job thingie&lt;br /&gt;am and pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am - do that stuff i just wrote&lt;br /&gt;pm - waitiering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am = 11 to 5&lt;br /&gt;pm = 7 to 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah i want the night one leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah this boss lady woman gal thingie&lt;br /&gt;she gave me this sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;ouside musky chocolate inside nut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah taste not bad sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113446909482475689?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113446909482475689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113446909482475689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113446909482475689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113446909482475689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/bar-job_13.html' title='Bar Job'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113430182832676637</id><published>2005-12-11T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:35:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with shawn and gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OUHH KAYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i went out with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shawn&lt;br /&gt;tyrone&lt;br /&gt;kent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to bugis and orchard&lt;br /&gt;shawn wanted to walk around&lt;br /&gt;tyrone want to look for hockey stick or something&lt;br /&gt;kent sucks&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really noe why i was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wobbling wobbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to bugis first&lt;br /&gt;ate at that pastamania&lt;br /&gt;then we spended hours ordering&lt;br /&gt;and there i was thinking why cant we eat at Mac or something&lt;br /&gt;and since shawn and i ate the same thing&lt;br /&gt;pasta with clams and watsthatthingname&lt;br /&gt;the order got mix up or something&lt;br /&gt;and shawn took mine -_-&lt;br /&gt;then he ate half way offer me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh no need la brother u can keep it la wobbling wobbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were walking around&lt;br /&gt;got this 2 gals promoting something approach us&lt;br /&gt;say wad give sticker for us to stick on people's butt&lt;br /&gt;since shawn and tyrone was infront they got the stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick things on people's butt ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Crap i want one of those stickers too !! er....ahem anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so then we went to this area got lots of shop and people&lt;br /&gt;after walking around&lt;br /&gt;i sticked it on this guy's butt&lt;br /&gt;aiya but it fell off&lt;br /&gt;then the guy was like looking at me -_-&lt;br /&gt;then i was like oh crap -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wobbling wobbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and then we headed to orchard to look at hockey stick...&lt;br /&gt;hockey or floorball ar...aiya forgot liao la&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to that watsthename shop&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to ate at this watsthename shop&lt;br /&gt;or japanese food...&lt;br /&gt;it sucks i hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;almost puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tyrone my dear friend was mumbling about how eels cause cancer&lt;br /&gt;then shawn was like eh onli china ones la&lt;br /&gt;then kent was like at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wobbling wobbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then i looked at wat i was eating&lt;br /&gt;eels&lt;br /&gt;then i look at the manager and workers&lt;br /&gt;china pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah i see liao aso no appetite liao&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the taste&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really hate myonnise&lt;br /&gt;i just hated that dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like went to far east then cinelesiure&lt;br /&gt;this truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my legs aso want to come off liao ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe we spended the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;wobbling wobbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-113422127365478909</id><published>2005-12-10T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:17:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wahhh thursday is the BBQ !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wobbling Wobbling&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so many people got come&lt;br /&gt;bastard sataish didnt come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he say wanted to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Suzy even brought along her cousin leh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OMG&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that suzy is truly a woman of many surprises&lt;br /&gt;her cousin is like a causian&lt;br /&gt;and suzy herself is like half chinese half malay&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss wong aso got come ar&lt;br /&gt;say wad soon she going with Miss lee to Europe or dont noe where&lt;br /&gt;then the food hor&lt;br /&gt;wah liao eh&lt;br /&gt;the hotdogs ar sibeh pro ar&lt;br /&gt;one side black one side like not cook -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;then luckily i use my MANLY CHARMS to make suzy cousin eat the chicken&lt;br /&gt;hahahah yes i am GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Miss wong even said i was a NASG !&lt;br /&gt;now i can use that to show off to her liao&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;and she even baked &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;BROWNIES&lt;/span&gt; TOO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we even saw kian hong, choon hoe, jin xian and tyrone there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like toking HK kia to HK kia with ho kan&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think i had too much vodka cos eugene told me i was starting to get high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now he tells me u were suppose to mix it with other drinks ... -_-&lt;br /&gt;then at night we all at the chalet watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a chinese ghost story with a very catchy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"chinese ghost story 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ended up it was a love story -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113422127365478909?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113422127365478909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113422127365478909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113422127365478909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113422127365478909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/chalet-3_10.html' title='Chalet 3'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113422015476413515</id><published>2005-12-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:09:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet 2</title><content type='html'>Before the BBQ we went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah then i saw the message " &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I LOVE DENNIS THERE&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone wrote in on the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuelled by unlimited lameness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to do something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113422015476413515?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113422015476413515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113422015476413515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113422015476413515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113422015476413515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/chalet-2.html' title='Chalet 2'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113421991108116746</id><published>2005-12-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:10:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet 1</title><content type='html'>ok so 7th december i went to the chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Kan&lt;br /&gt;Zhan Rong&lt;br /&gt;Terence&lt;br /&gt;Chai Hock&lt;br /&gt;Kian Lip&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Meng Seng&lt;br /&gt;Watermeleon&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Lesley&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we were suppose to meet together but then we splitted into 2 groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho kan they all one group&lt;br /&gt;Meng seng they all one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah liao wad happen to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;class unity&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway Meng seng group went to khatib to take 969&lt;br /&gt;and we met Ho kan group on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mere concidence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or divine destiny ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so anyway we reach that chalet&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up waiting like one hour or more for lesley and zhan rong -_-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terribly late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we book in and all that&lt;br /&gt;and spend the whole day -&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;own time own target&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so Meng seng Eugene and me went to play basketball&lt;br /&gt;the rest went to rent bicycle&lt;br /&gt;and Jasmine and lesley i think stay in the chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basketball court was like circle !!!&lt;br /&gt;and even got sand somemore&lt;br /&gt;then Eugene say wad 10 minutes walk&lt;br /&gt;with there is one thing Eugene is good at&lt;br /&gt;its making things sound better then they really are&lt;br /&gt;kinda reminds me of shawn&lt;br /&gt;wah liao i always scammed by both of them leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wobbling wobbling&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then @#$% play basketball got sand go into my mouth and all that -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113421991108116746?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-113362727825279032</id><published>2005-12-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:04:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Stalkers Episode 1: Attack of the msn pervs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so like recently Rachel has been getting more and more attention from guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why less than half an hour ago 3 or 4 guys added her&lt;br /&gt;judging from their nick and all that&lt;br /&gt;they are probably ang mohs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i will just put the interesting one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLY says:&lt;br /&gt;so asl?&lt;br /&gt;DavID says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;DAVID .!&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;not funni .&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLY says:&lt;br /&gt;20 m uk&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLY says:&lt;br /&gt;u guys what ur asl?&lt;br /&gt;DavID says:&lt;br /&gt;we are&lt;br /&gt;DavID says:&lt;br /&gt;students la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;13 oso .&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;n 17&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;wth is ware .!?&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLY says:&lt;br /&gt;male or female&lt;br /&gt;DavID says:&lt;br /&gt;me = male&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLY has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LEFT WHEN I TOLD HIM I WAS A GUY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W-T-F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so i decided to play it safe and use a girls name for the next one&lt;br /&gt;i changed my nick to SuSAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuSan says:&lt;br /&gt;asl ?&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « lollipop licker ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Hello says:&lt;br /&gt;any girls wanna see my cock on cam?&lt;br /&gt;SuSan says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « I never knew being popular could be scary . ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « I never knew being popular could be scary . ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf .&lt;br /&gt;SuSan says:&lt;br /&gt;im not interested in small dicks thought&lt;br /&gt;``# [[ t a u s u a n __* ©. « I never knew being popular could be scary . ™ » says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he must have been scared off by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; MY SUPERIOR JOHNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one thing both of them have in common is that they have no dp and they have webcams&lt;br /&gt;so gals do be careful&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* with onli every guy is as inncoent as ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113362727825279032?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113362727825279032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113362727825279032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113362727825279032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113362727825279032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/rachel-stalkers-episode-1-attack-of.html' title='Rachel Stalkers Episode 1: Attack of the msn pervs'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113361752669456983</id><published>2005-12-03T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:44:49.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another whirl Wind of a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today cast of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Singapore Citizen&lt;br /&gt;Mr Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lip Lip&lt;br /&gt;Mr "i kill you ar"&lt;br /&gt;and me as myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the five of use meet at Yishun Control station at 10&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up at 10 -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;and i even told them not to be late&lt;br /&gt;luckily they didnt really notice&lt;br /&gt;and i was like at there at 10 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dear Mr Lip Lip was even later than us&lt;br /&gt;came about 10 30&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to later lure Mr Lip Lip into a toilet and &lt;s&gt;beat&lt;/s&gt; talk to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a bus trip which we spend mostly toking about Mr "I kill you ar"&lt;br /&gt;we finally arrived at Eunos&lt;br /&gt;after successfully navigating through&lt;br /&gt;poles of wet dripping laundry which includes auntie kind of underwears O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pervilous journey...but we made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally arrived at that place&lt;br /&gt;the receptionist was like i tot i told u 11&lt;br /&gt;then i was like errr......&lt;br /&gt;then she was like faster&lt;br /&gt;then i was like errr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we went into the training place thingie&lt;br /&gt;oreddy filled with people&lt;br /&gt;and we just sat there and listen to that guy toking about our pay and all that&lt;br /&gt;then Boss decided to ask us question&lt;br /&gt;and becos of that horny look dat Mr "i kill you ar" has&lt;br /&gt;he asked Mr"i kill you ar" on wad the girl's dress codes are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway this guy call Rin teach us wad to do&lt;br /&gt;how to set up tables and all that&lt;br /&gt;see Mr"Lip Lip" face see he aso want to sleep liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after all that Rin was telling us how he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIGHTS FOR HIS EMPLOYEES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say a long story&lt;br /&gt;last time work inside the hotel and all that&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HE EVEN HAS A BAR JOB !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I MUST HAVE IT !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113361752669456983?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113361752669456983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113361752669456983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113361752669456983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113361752669456983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-whirl-wind-of-day.html' title='Another whirl Wind of a day'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113354056888663872</id><published>2005-12-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:04:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene Smartypants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going out with Eugene this few days make me see a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;he seems to be much more mature now&lt;br /&gt;he carries a heavy burden too&lt;br /&gt;he is pratical ....which isnt totally his fault&lt;br /&gt;he gets the job done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he taught me a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me to show people who value their word respect&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;people who value their word respects you&lt;br /&gt;and you in turn must respect them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also taught me his concept of life&lt;br /&gt;in his life there is only 2 concept&lt;br /&gt;Learning and Succeding&lt;br /&gt;everytime u screw up is a learning opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also taught me the flaws of singaporean&lt;br /&gt;singaporeans lack basic manners&lt;br /&gt;and from him i learnt&lt;br /&gt;to always thank people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also taught me sincerity&lt;br /&gt;he told me that sincerity will make things work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are all valuble things that i feel i should tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;they make a lot of sense too&lt;br /&gt;i know Eugene for like 3 years&lt;br /&gt;he really is much more matured now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am really lucky to have a friend like him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113354056888663872?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113354056888663872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113354056888663872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113354056888663872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113354056888663872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/eugene-smartypants.html' title='Eugene Smartypants'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113353382102731080</id><published>2005-12-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:30:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet Plan 1</title><content type='html'>People who are staying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Chai Hock&lt;br /&gt;Zhan rong&lt;br /&gt;Ho Kan&lt;br /&gt;Terrence&lt;br /&gt;Ming Seng&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ming&lt;br /&gt;Watermeleon&lt;br /&gt;Kian Lip&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;FCUK sia i remember got 12 people then i thinking who it is then i realised it was myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay&lt;br /&gt;Fadhilala&lt;br /&gt;Mansura&lt;br /&gt;Sulas&lt;br /&gt;Suzy&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in 12 but we roughtly at 2 la check in&lt;br /&gt;Check out on the third day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Leslie might not be physically there to check us in as she is atttending Ngee Ann poly bio med course...she onli release at 7 and we need her there to check in as it is under her name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113353382102731080?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113353382102731080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113353382102731080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113353382102731080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113353382102731080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/chalet-plan-1.html' title='Chalet Plan 1'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113353084274931663</id><published>2005-12-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:03:29.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss - Agency Incident</title><content type='html'>God sometimes i just hate going out with eugene&lt;br /&gt;we always ended up going to some faraway place&lt;br /&gt;Lavender....adjunid.....expo....&lt;br /&gt;like today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway following the number the Danny gave us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head over to that MRT stop ar ... eunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we followed the superbly drawn map that Danny gave us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="68" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d18/goobydavid/Dannymap.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come out of MRT take 154 then u see JB house than you blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we reach there&lt;br /&gt;onli one word can fully describe how i feel at that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FCUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So anyway we searched for a green door as directed by Danny&lt;br /&gt;two green doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR&lt;/span&gt; -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One is like this room all malay people&lt;br /&gt;you have to take off ur shoes before entering&lt;br /&gt;and hor it is like a room full of malay teens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FCUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that receptionist is aso quite pretty leh&lt;br /&gt;with is like 40 year old auntie then alrite la&lt;br /&gt;but pretty gal hor sibeh hard to approach sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway they tot we came to get out pay&lt;br /&gt;then receptionist gal tell me tml then come&lt;br /&gt;for training and interview&lt;br /&gt;this were her words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bring guys too, we need strong ones"&lt;br /&gt;"And gals too we need more&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wah cow eh i go where give birth to them -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway that god-forsaken place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; smells like chicken&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;really sucks&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;really ...untouched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4&gt;really sucks&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;er....really sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is a nice place la .... sortof&lt;br /&gt;at least the people there quite kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113353084274931663?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113353084274931663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113353084274931663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113353084274931663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113353084274931663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/swiss-agency-incident.html' title='Swiss - Agency Incident'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113345036349418124</id><published>2005-12-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:11:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goob ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok i shall do a post on the word GOOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people go through their lifes without knowing wat is a goob&lt;br /&gt;and thus people always ask themselves wat is a GOOB ?&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;right ?&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you...dont&lt;/span&gt; ..?&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway since i am feeling extremely lame right now i shall embark on a internet quest to find out wat is a goob&lt;br /&gt;firstly i headed over to wiki&lt;br /&gt;it turns out there isnt an entry for this work&lt;br /&gt;i searched on googles&lt;br /&gt;useless links&lt;br /&gt;i searched on yahoo&lt;br /&gt;and i found THE SOURCE OF ALL GOOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just so happens that i found a blog .. of the GOOB QUEEN HERSELF !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegooberqueen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://thegooberqueen.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;- there it is i braced all my courage and entered the land of the goob i cant give up now... and i was reading her blog SHE EVEN HAS A GOOBERMONIALS !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;for the none goobs it meants testimonal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;things like "She's Gooberlicious!"&lt;br /&gt;"All bow at her Mighty Gooberness! (now dammit!) ~ "&lt;br /&gt;"Full of Goober Goodness!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instinctively reach for that button in the top right hand corner of my window&lt;br /&gt;but a part of me didnt want to leave ...&lt;br /&gt;wat is it about this site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;is it the gooby-ness of it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;or is it the natural calling of the gooby-ness found deep within everyone of us screaming to be freed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I HAD TO KNOW THE TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left a comment for her.....who better to ask then the Queen herself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19444134.post-113343366505455876</id><published>2005-12-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:00:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugene, the toilet and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah yes....where should i even start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u see sometime along in this year&lt;br /&gt;in canberra both of us went to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;so we were preparing to leave rite&lt;br /&gt;then eugene just stand by the bloody door&lt;br /&gt;expecting me to open it&lt;br /&gt;then it suddently dawn upon me that i always open the toilet door for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;W-T-F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh so mr high and noble is afriad of getting HIS HANDS DIRTY EH ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;god he is such a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BASTARD&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as i was saying so - we were in the toilet rite in our skool&lt;br /&gt;i refused to open the door and he aso dont want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO BOTH OF JUST STAYED IN THE TOILET FOR LIKE 45 MINUTES !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IN THAT THIRD FLOOR TOILET&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS OUR LITERATURE CLASS TOO SO WE ENDED UP&lt;br /&gt;WAITING FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somewhere in the back of my mind i am cursing eugene as i am writing this&lt;br /&gt;and the same thing happened at that LAN shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dont wanna open and i am most certainly not going to do it&lt;br /&gt;what he thinks i am his doorman ar&lt;br /&gt;so anyway there was another indian guy in the toilet with us&lt;br /&gt;so he left and we quickly follow behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and to think that we are both 17 ?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113343366505455876?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113343366505455876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113343366505455876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113343366505455876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113343366505455876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/eugene-toilet-and-me.html' title='Eugene, the toilet and me'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113343299257881899</id><published>2005-12-01T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:07:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fabulous day part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ah yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway eugene and me procceeded to get our photos upstairs la&lt;br /&gt;then they told us to come back half an hour later&lt;br /&gt;then eugene gave me that "LETS GO PLAY SOME FARKING LAN" face&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to Dhoby Ghout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;or however u spell it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that was the worst gaming experience in my life&lt;br /&gt;not only was there no Battlefield 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i spilled the Bubble tea on to the floor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wah luckily it was a dark place sia&lt;br /&gt;then i was like at there acting normal &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;while kicking the watever it is under the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway we headed to the other LAN shop nearby&lt;br /&gt;eugene was search for info on BBQ stuff&lt;br /&gt;and i was chatting on msn&lt;br /&gt;which i realised i lost my bloody form ( the one that i fill in at swiss hotel where i wrote down the number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#000099;"&gt;fuck &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;which leads me to my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eugene, the toilet and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113343299257881899?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113343299257881899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113343299257881899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113343299257881899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113343299257881899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-fabulous-day-part-2_01.html' title='My fabulous day part 2'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113343240398958212</id><published>2005-12-01T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:20:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fabulous day</title><content type='html'>Once again me and eugene went out to find work&lt;br /&gt;we had extra company too, najib and his stead&lt;br /&gt;ok so we met up first at yishun MRT which unsuprisingly he was late&lt;br /&gt;well at least he said sorry&lt;br /&gt;so we headed ever to swiss hotel a six star hotel at raffles' place&lt;br /&gt;as any other six star hotel it looks really posh&lt;br /&gt;but inside is a different story all together&lt;br /&gt;we headed over to the human resources department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the security guard told us go right and turn left&lt;br /&gt;which we did and arrive at this room&lt;br /&gt;the women there told us onli hiring long time staff&lt;br /&gt;she then told us to go to the banquent department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did and we arrived at this bloody-ly not at all posh place&lt;br /&gt;the ceiling wasn't even ...wait there was no ceiling just some brick thingie&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we went to the Banqent deparment&lt;br /&gt;under renovation&lt;br /&gt;after dont noe how long we finally found where the new office was&lt;br /&gt;so we approach the guy&lt;br /&gt;and he told me my hair cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not becos curly la but because long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after i filled in all the goddamn forms he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh company policy u must be singaporeans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just stood there like a idoit while eugene and najib got their job&lt;br /&gt;anyway there was another gal there too&lt;br /&gt;and her name is DORCAS&lt;br /&gt;but the danny pronounce as -doe cast-&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway that Danny gave me another number to call&lt;br /&gt;it was sorta like this agency la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a friendly guy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19444134-113343240398958212?l=iamthewind-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/feeds/113343240398958212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19444134&amp;postID=113343240398958212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113343240398958212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19444134/posts/default/113343240398958212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamthewind-.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-fabulous-day.html' title='My fabulous day'/><author><name>DavID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818919336352013049</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-19444134.post-113333362664238375</id><published>2005-11-30T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:53:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Post</title><content type='html'>Gee i created my own BLOG !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am so lazy ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ends my first post -&lt;div 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